清晨的校园里丁香花暗香悄悄,油黑的沥青路面上铺着一层濡湿的枯叶,灰蒙蒙的晨雾还笼着教学楼和操场并未散开。她像往常一样步履如风,随手的大提袋中装着昨晚带回家改完的作文本和备课本,匆匆走向教学楼,打扫的同学纷纷弯腰问候:“老师好!”“你好!吃过早餐了没?下着小雨要撑伞,别淋着,加油打扫哦……”灿烂的微笑在她脸上盛开,叮咛的语音随着她的脚步一路飘进了教室。 In the early morning, the cloves on the campus were quietly scented with a layer of wet withered leaves on the dark asphalt road. The foggy morning mist covered the teaching building and playground and did not scatter. She walked like a wind as usual, readily available in the big bag with a home last night to finish the composition and preparation of textbooks, hurried to the teaching building, cleaning students have bent over: “ ”Hello! Had breakfast yet? Under the rain to hold an umbrella, do not wash, clean up oh ... ..." The bright smile in her face in full bloom, the voice of caution floated into the classroom with her footsteps.