上学期的最后一天,是我在这所村小支教两年的结束日子。两年里,年长同事的宽厚关爱,年轻同事的热情真诚,同学们的天真纯朴,教室门前的栀子花,操场旁边的小树林……一人一事、一草一木不断在眼前浮现,一想起那熟悉而又亲切的一切将要远离我的生活,心中不由得掠过一丝忧伤。这天凌晨五点,我便无睡意,一大早就来到学校。 The last day of last semester was the end of two years I taught in this village. Two years, the generous care of older colleagues, the enthusiasm of young colleagues in good faith, students naive simplicity, gardenia in front of the classroom, next to the playground of the grove ... ... one thing, all the while emerge in front of us, I remember that familiar and cordial everything will be far away from my life, my heart could not help passing a trace of sadness. Five o’clock this day, I will not sleepy, early in the morning came to school.