这是一个极为平常的日子。我像平常一样按时站在高一17班的讲台上等待着上第一节课。我的学生也像平常一样一个不少地坐在教室里晨读,读书声是那样的悦耳,一切是那样的和谐,我用心欣赏着。上课铃响了,突然一个人手捧一大束鲜红的康乃馨站在教室门口:“是高一17班的谢华老师吗?这是送给你的康乃馨,祝你生日快乐!”我顿时一愣,傻傻地接过花,还没有反映过来是怎么回事。“祝老师生日快乐!”这是我的七十二个学生一起发 This is an extremely normal day. As usual, I stood waiting for the first class on the podium of the next higher class of 17. My students like the usual one sitting in the classroom a lot of morning reading, reading sound is so sweet, everything is so harmonious, I carefully appreciate. The bell rang, and suddenly a person holding a large bouquet of red carnations stood in front of the classroom: “Is a teacher Xie Hua 17 classes? This is the carnation for you, I wish you a happy birthday! ” I suddenly Stunned, took the innocent flowers, did not reflect what is going on. “Happy birthday to teachers! ” This is my seventy-two students hair together