9月一到,我不能不想起我的老师。记得一次在街上,我巧遇我的中学老师。老师,我极不情愿地看到,20多个寒来暑往,无情的时光居然也在您的脸上谱写了道道的乐谱。记得那时,您面目端庄清秀,只想着怎样能使学生整体提高,却不在个人问题上留意,以至于快40岁了还没结婚,人们背地里称您 When September arrives, I cannot think of my teacher. I remember once in the street, I met my secondary school teacher. Teacher, I was reluctant to see that more than 20 years of cold and winter, the unforgiving time actually wrote a round score on your face. I remember that at that time, you were looking dignified, only thinking about how you could improve the students as a whole, but they didn’t pay attention to personal issues. They were almost 40 years old and were not married. People said you