东北的春天来得很晚,五月中旬,春雨潇潇,校园里的山梨花才静静开放,淡淡幽香才飘进教室。《驿路梨花》已经讲完了.我让同学们再次齐读、品味最后一段。学生们如同吃着香甜多汁的梨子,吟诵着、咀嚼着,我趁机把两句诗工工整整地写在黑板上。 The spring in the northeast came late. In mid-May, when the spring rains, the Yamanashi flower on the campus is quietly open. A faint fragrance floats into the classroom. “The Pear Blossom” has been finished. I let my classmates read again and taste the last paragraph. The students were eating sweet, juicy pears, squatting and chewing. I took the opportunity to write two poetry workers on the blackboard.