昨夜秋风吹来,桂花落满校园。金色的小粒犹如星星,铺陈在暗红色的地上,是如此楚楚可怜,就连一缕幽香也是如此叫人寂寞。寂寞,不是因为凄艳的桂花楚楚可怜,而是我一颗少女的心在暗自忧伤。教学楼里传出悠扬的琴声。1989级幼师班正在上视唱课。陈老师在教我们练发声:“双手自然下垂,双脚并拢,对,跟我一起来。”陈老师放下手中8寸长的银色教鞭:“收腹,吸气,口腔打开,对,打开口腔。”他边说边手握空拳示意:“鼻孔张大, Autumn autumn wind blowing, sweet-scented osmanthus full of campus. Golden particles like stars, laid out in the dark red ground, so delicate and poor, even a ray of fragrance is so lonely. Lonely, not because of miserable sweet osmanthus poor, but my heart is a girl sadly sad. Teaching melodious piano sound came out. 1989 grade teacher classes are singing lessons. Chen taught us practice sound: ”hands naturally drooping, feet together, yes, come with me.“ ”Teacher Chen put down the 8-inch silver pointer in his hands:“ abdomen, breathing, oral open, right , Open the mouth. ”He said while holding a hollow hand gesture: " nostrils Zhang large,