那洁白的粉笔之魂,从老师的手上飘飘洒洒,落在老师的黑发上,和那黑丝融在一起,落在那整洁的衣服上,点出了梨花般的诗意。我愿意献上一只粉笔屑的歌,向我的老师致意。有一回,老师擦完黑板转过身来,我们都哄然笑起来,原来在她的鼻翼上抹了点粉笔屑,她怔了一下,轻声地说:“请大家安静!”接着又开始进行她 The white chalk of the soul, from the teacher’s hand, swayed and fell on the teacher’s black hair, blended with the black silk, and fell on the neat clothes, pointing out the pear-like poetry. I would like to offer a chalky song to greet my teacher. At one point, the teacher turned away from the blackboard and we all laughed. We had some chalk swarf on her nose. She moaned and said softly, “Please, everyone!” and then started her again.