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教师节这天,瓦蓝的天空上净是泡沫似的细碎云朵。我悄悄地踱到文学社藏书的小房间,怪难为情地把一枝花放在了门口。之所以说难为情,是因为我送给黄老师的不是体面的康乃馨,而是从校园中一个角落里摘来的小野花。我刚从学校对面的花店回来,本来铁下心要买一枝康乃馨的,无奈没带够钱。花店老板太不讲人情,僵着张脸说:“十块,一分也不少!”我摸摸自己冰凉的口袋,才五块钱——还是好不容易从这周的生
On Teacher’s Day, the net on the tile blue sky is a foamy cloud of finely divided clouds. I quietly walked to the literature agency collection of small rooms, strangely put a flower on the door. The reason why embarrassment is because I gave Huang is not a decent carnation, but from a corner of the campus picked off the small wildflowers. I just came back from the flower shop across the school, had the iron heart to buy a carnation, but unfortunately did not bring enough money. Florist boss is too talkative, stiff Zhang face said: “Ten, a lot less!” I feel my cold pocket, only five dollars - or finally from the students of this week