大凡进过学堂,略识几个字的人,都熟悉学校教室的格局:一个三尺讲台,两块前后黑板,三条笔直过道,四列齐整书桌。它没有豪华的摆设,没有精美的装饰,有时甚至显得有些简陋,却是我快乐的园地。30年来,我以文字为犁铧,用粉笔去播种,用语言去吹拂和滋润生长在黑土地里的庄稼和鲜花,用鲜活的心灵去辛勤地耕耘,从不敢懈怠。33年前,十五岁的我就在考生志愿表里填上了“中师”二字,经过3年的专业洗礼,终于走上了讲台。从此,我就 Most of those who have entered the school and learned a few words are familiar with the structure of the school classroom: a three-foot platform, two front and back blackboards, three straight aisles, and four rows of neat desks. It has no luxury furnishings, no exquisite decoration, and sometimes even a bit shabby, but it is my happy garden. For 30 years, I have used letters as ploughshares, planted seeds with chalk, used words to brag about and moisten the crops and flowers that grew in the black soil, and worked hard with fresh hearts and never dared to slack off. Thirty-three years ago, at the age of fifteen, I filled in the candidate’s voluntary form with the word “secondary teacher”. After three years of professional baptism, I finally walked onto the podium. Since then, I will