望着三间破旧的平房,不足二百平方米的操场,我的心冷冷的。五年前我曾经在这所学校支教一年,山村孩子纯朴好学的品质给我留下了深深的印象。五年了,这里没有变化,教室还是土墙,纸糊的窗户,大小不一的课桌椅残缺不堪。 Looking at the three shabby cottage, less than two hundred square meters of playground, my heart cold. Five years ago I had taught in this school for one year, and I was deeply impressed by the authenticity of the village children. Five years, there is no change here, classrooms or earth walls, paper windows, tables and chairs of different sizes are fragile.