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冬日的午后,我和学生一起静静地徜徉书海。太阳从云层后探出头,把温暖的阳光洒进窗内的每个角落。教室里静悄悄的,偶尔翻动书页的轻微声响听来也是那么悦耳。我情不自禁地抬起头来,看着学生一个个都埋头书卷,神情各异:或微倾身子、怡然自得;或目不转睛、凝神沉思;或手托腮帮、闲情逸致;或全神贯注、爱不释卷。学生一张张可爱的脸庞不禁令我浮想联翩:学生不就是书?一本本独特而极富内涵的书。
In the winter afternoon, I quietly coveted the book with the students. The sun exploded out of the clouds and sprinkled the warm sunshine into every corner of the window. Quietly in the classroom, the occasional flick of the page sounds so sweet. I can not help but looked up, watching the students one by one all buried scroll, look different: or lean body, contented; or unspoken, contemplative; or cheek, leisurely and easy-going; Students lovely face can not help but make me imagination: the student is not a book? A book of this unique and very rich content.