在我的家乡,春天几乎是在雨水中度过的。不过有意思的是,撑着那把小花伞,深一脚浅一脚行走在崎岖的山路上,总是想起小江老师,想起他那双宽厚的大手。我上学的那所学堂,坐落在群山之中。学堂离家不远,只是两座山的距离,可真要走起来,并不容易。一条幽深的小径,两旁茂密的树木,还有那一条似乎永远也不枯竭的小溪,对旁人来说或许是难得的人间美景,可到了春夏季,这条路就变得有些难走了。小道泥泞不说,平时里文静的 In my hometown, the spring is almost spent in the rain. Interestingly, however, propped the small umbrella, walking deep in the foot of a rugged mountain, always remembered the river teacher, think of his generous generous pair. The school I went to school in the mountains. The school is not far from home, but the distance between the two mountains, you really want to go, it is not easy. A deep path, lush trees on both sides, and a seemingly inexhaustible creek might be a rare sight to others, but in spring and summer it will become a bit of a dilemma. Lane muddy do not say, usually quiet in the text