细数自己带着全校学生诵读经典的时光,已有六个年头了。六年的披星戴月,六年的风雨无阻,六年的穿城而过,六年的苦乐酸甜……不知为何,在自己的心灵深处总有一份对语文的深深眷恋,更有一种对语文的火热激情,像一粒深埋在土里的种子,没有枯萎,似乎也没有开花,就那样实实在在地埋在土里,埋得深沉,埋得执著,埋得痴迷。或 It has been six years since the breakdown itself took the whole school to recite the classic time. Six years of the star, the six-year stormy, six years through the city, six years of bittersweet ... ... I do not know why, in their own hearts there is always a deep attachment to the language, but also a The fiery passion for the language, like a seed buried deeply in the soil, did not wither, did not seem to flowering, so buried in the earth as it is, buried deeply, buried obsession, buried obsession. or