初冬雨后的清晨,校园里落了一地的叶子,巴掌样的白杨、扇子样的银杏、椭圆形的紫薇,金黄的、火红的、黄中带绿的,各形各色,美不可言。几个孩子小脸儿通红,在费力地挥动扫帚扫那些落叶——一又到了孩子们打扫卫生区最难的时候了,我心里这么想着。一个孩子手里拿着几片叶子,出神地端详,爱不释手的样子我经过他身边的时候,孩子幽幽地说:“老师,为 Early winter after the rain early in the morning, the campus of a falling leaves, slap-like poplar, fan-like ginkgo, oval-shaped crape myrtle, golden, red, yellow with green, all kinds of colored, beautiful. Several children, with their little red faces and swabs of brooms sweeping over the fallen leaves, came in the hardest time for children to clean the sanctuaries, and I thought so in my heart. A child holding a few leaves in his hand, delusional look, put it down like when I passed by his side, the child said faintly: ”Teacher, for