最近几天,孩子们陆续办理离园手续,来向老师道别。我的这些“小兵”们,就要升入小学。被人称之为“孩子王”的我,望着这些朝夕相处的幼儿,真有些恋恋不舍的感觉,不知怎的,一种怅然的滋味涌上心头。人非草木,孰能无情。回忆起同他们在一起度过的三个寒、暑、春、秋;回忆起发生在师生之间的一个个难忘的小插曲,我的鼻子不禁酸酸的。 记得在宽敞的教室内,在青翠的小山下,在风景优美的公园里,都曾留下我们师生轻快的脚步,欢乐的歌声。如今房屋依旧,青山依 In recent days, children have gone through the formalities of leaving the garden to bid farewell to their teachers. These “creeps” of mine are going to elementary school. I was called the “king of children,” looking at these young children get along day and night, really feeling reluctantly, somehow, a sense of loss in my heart. Non-vegetation, ruthless Practice makes perfect. Recall the three cold, summer, spring and autumn spent with them; recalled an unforgettable episode occurred in the teachers and students, my nose can not help sour. I remember in the spacious classrooms, in the verdant hills, in the scenic park, have left our teachers and students brisk pace, happy song. Today’s housing remains unchanged