我的学校每个时刻的味道都不同。清晨时分,红彤彤的太阳从远处防洪堤外缓缓升起,从学校里看去,像是系在高大梧桐树上的一枚气球,所以从门口一丛冬青树中走进学校的孩子首先看到了一个逆光中的校园,无数颗露珠在泥操场上闪烁。在看到瘦校长匆匆走向铜钟时,多少双小鞋子就急急地奔跑起来,此时是露珠浸入灰尘的味道,一股新鲜的泥腥味溢满了整个校园。不过仅一会儿,树叶上的露珠就 My school tastes different at every moment. In the early hours of the morning, the bright red sun rose slowly from the flood control embankment beyond. From the school, it looked like a balloon tied to a tall plane tree. Therefore, children who walked into the school from the entrance of a holly tree first read To a backlit campus, countless drops of dew in the mud playground flashing. Seeing the thin President hurried toward the Bronze Bell, how many pairs of small shoes to rush to run up, this time is the smell of dew immersed in the dust, a fresh smell of mud overflowing the entire campus. But for a while, the dew on the leaves was enough