清晨,阳光穿过树叶,透过早雾,一缕缕地洒满校园。学校一片朗朗的读书声,无不凸现出教育的生机。学校春意盎然的勃勃景象,时常让我想起一件永远不能忘怀的小事。2012年2月29日,我和往常一样来到学校。刚坐下,发现桌上有一个“三尖角”的纸,我急忙拆开,原来是一位初二学生给我写的,题目是“我的政治老师”。其中有几行字这样写道:“……我喜欢叫他政治老师,并 Early morning, the sun through the leaves, through the morning mist, a plume of spilled campus. School Langlang reading sound, all highlights the vitality of education. The vibrant spring scene of the school often reminds me of a small thing that I can never forget. On February 29, 2012, I came to school as usual. Just sat down and found a ”triple-pointed“ paper on the desk. I quickly opened it up. It was originally a grade two student who wrote it to me. The title is ”My Political Teacher.“ There are a few lines that read: ”... I like calling him a political teacher, and