家中的书架上,摆放着我格外珍惜的小学毕业手册。在手册最后一页夹着一封没有寄出的信,那是十几年前自己写给小学班主任莘老师的。翻开边角泛黄却依然如新的信笺,字里行间透露着自己儿时对班主任的感恩与崇拜之情。亲爱的莘老师:您好!今天,我带着一颗赤诚的心,一份感恩的情,把埋藏在内心的悄悄话都倾诉于您。您是位好老师。在我的心里,您拥有丰富的教学经验,对 At home shelves, placed my special primary school graduation manual. A letter from the last page of the manual, which was not sent to me, was written to teacher Xin Xin, a primary school teacher a dozen years ago. Open the corner of the yellowing is still as new letterhead, revealing between the lines of his own childhood thanks to the class teacher’s feelings and worship. Dear Teacher Xin: Hello! Today, with a sincere heart, a grateful affection, I will tell you all the lies I have buried in my heart. You are a good teacher. In my heart, you have a wealth of teaching experience, right