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初二那年,我15岁多一点,但我的个头已长到了近1.7米,加之学习成绩十分优异,因此老师和同学都觉得我是一个不错的男孩(当然我自己也这么认为)。当时,我的家境比较窘困,因此在思想上我是心无旁骛,学习异常刻苦,目的是想要跃出“龙门”。但说不清为什么,我在那年对语文课产生了浓厚的兴趣,语文老师有一个像诗一样的名字——甄静,她刚从市师范学校毕业,当我们的班主任。那时她长发披肩,双眸明亮清纯,很美丽很文静。比起班上她的学生,也
I was a little over 15 years old in the first day of the second year, but my length has grown to almost 1.7 meters. In addition to the excellent academic performance, teachers and classmates think I am a good boy (of course I think so). At that time, my family was more embarrassed, so I was completely indifferent to my thinking. My goal was to get out of the “gantry.” But I can not say why, I had a great interest in Chinese lessons that year. The language teacher had a poem-like name - Zhen Jing. She just graduated from Shanghai Normal School and worked as our head teacher. At that time, she had long hair and shawl, eyes bright and pure, very beautiful and very quiet. Compared with her students in class, too