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岁月风烟,飘飘而逝。又一年过去了,学生送走了一拨又迎来了一拨。我们似乎在重复昨天做过的事,有时感觉自己正走在教育的田园里,有点莫名的空虚和遗
Years of wind smoke, fluttering and passing away. Another year passed, and the students took a trip and ushered in a wave. We seem to be repeating what we did yesterday. Sometimes we feel that we are walking in the pastoral area of education. There is a bit of inexplicable emptiness and legacy.