校园里几株芙蓉开得火红火红的,“芙蓉花开日,学子离校时”。我带的初三毕业班学生,要各奔前程了。我既有一丝甜蜜,又有悠悠的伤感。一个女孩子飞快地跑过来,用颤抖的双手把一份高中录取通知书递了过来。望着她闪着泪光的双眸,我的心情也分外激动,一幕幕往事涌上心头。 Hibiscus on the campus opened a few fiery red, “Hibiscus flowers open, students leave school.” I took the first three graduating students to go their own course. I have a hint of sweet, but also a long sad. A girl ran quickly and handed her a copy of a high school offer with trembling hands. Looking at her eyes flashing tears, my mood is also exceptionally excited, scenes of the situation in my heart.