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我读师范时学的是音乐,因为心里有着一个美丽的梦,那便是当一个气质不凡的音乐老师,身着华服坐在崭新的钢琴面前,手起手落间,是清脆的琴音、我的歌声,还有孩子们崇拜的眼神和整齐嘹亮的学唱声。可我被分到了一所村小。简单的两排平房,一群老头老太太级别的老教师,只有我和另一个女孩是刚毕业分来的年轻人。学校里没有钢琴,只有一个破得一踩就四处漏风的脚踏风琴。学校缺老师,我被安排教语文。分完课,我什么话都没说,只是转头的时候,眼泪突然流了下来。
When I was a teacher studying music is music, because my heart has a beautiful dream, that is, when an extraordinary temperament music teacher, dressed in Chinese costume sat in front of a brand new piano, hands and hands, is a crisp sound, My songs, as well as children’s adored eyes and neat and soothing singing. But I was assigned to a small village. Simple two rows of bungalows, a group of old teacher old lady level teacher, only me and another girl is a graduating young people. There are no pianos in the school, there is only one broken accordion that breaks through every step of the way. The school is missing a teacher, I was arranged to teach the language. After class, I did not say anything, just turned around, tears suddenly flowed down.