暗蓝的天空斜挂一钩浅月,天地间更增几分清冷。无意顾及低年级同学的热闹笑语,我径自加快了步伐。是啊,一切都如我匆匆的步伐,要走了,要走了……面临的只是一次小别的实习,却让我想起了一场长长的分离。真的是五年一觉通师梦吗?真的是行将梦醒吗?九曲小桥仍在,念桥边芙蓉,明年知为谁开?那掬取荷叶上露珠的日子还有?而湖心的小亭,的确是在殷殷地期盼着…… The dark blue sky hangs in a shallow hook, and it is a little bit colder between heaven and earth. I did not intend to take into account the laughter of junior classmates. I have been quickening the pace. Yes, everything is like my hurried pace. I am leaving, I am leaving... I was faced with a little other internship, but it reminded me of a long separation. Is it really a five-year dream to start a master teacher? Is it really a waking dream? Nine small bridges are still there, read the hibiscus on the side of the bridge, who knows who to open next year? What days are there to dewdrops on the lotus leaves? The lake pavilion is indeed looking forward to ......