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早春的寒雨在夜深时分不住地敲打着我的窗棂。我披衣伏案,仍然为明天那节新课构思授法。其实从教十年,对语文课本上来来去去的儿篇文章早已成竹在胸,但我不敢怠慢,尤其是对我最喜爱的《背影》。那青布棉袍、黑布马褂的背影再次触动我的灵魂,于是一个我无法忘记的身影再次闯进我的记忆,让我思念,让我感激,让我遗憾。在这寒雨敲窗的时刻,她的形象尤为真切,仿佛就在我身边,对着我微笑。她就是我学生时代的班主任兼语文老师——陆嵋先生。
The early spring cold rain at night can not bear to beat my window. I am wearing a suitcase, still teaching a new course for the new lesson tomorrow. In fact, from teaching for ten years, articles on the textbooks have come to the forefront of the article, but I can not neglect, especially for my favorite “back.” That blue cloth gown, black cloth jacket back touched my soul once again, so a figure I can not forget once again broke into my memory, let me miss, let me be grateful, let me regret. She was especially true at this time of knocking on the window, as if on my side, smiling at me. She is the class teacher and language teacher in my student age - Mr. Lu Xun.