记忆中,小学门口有一条不宽的马路。每天,总有一位始娘带着一群孩子来到马路前,一番左顾右盼后,牵着孩子慢慢地穿过了马路。此时,深夜。远处,隐约传来此起彼伏的麻将声。我知道,此刻有人正在娱乐城狂欢,有人正在夜总会豪饮。然而,还有一群人正佝偻着身躯在案前,把红色的“钩”“叉”刻满题山,将爱洒满几十个学生的心田……呵,教师,是他们共同的名字。无悔无求,是他们永远的格 In memory, there is a wide road in front of the elementary school. Every day, there is always a mother with a group of children came to the road, after some left and right, and slowly led the children across the road. At this time, late at night. In the distance, faint sounds of mahjong come one after another. I know that at the moment someone is playing in the entertainment city. Someone is boozing in a nightclub. However, there are still a group of people lying in front of the case, the red “hook” “fork” engraved with the title of the mountain, the love will be filled with the hearts of dozens of students ... ... Oh, teachers, is their common name. No regrets, no desire, they are forever