山里的孩子,没啥爱好,就喜欢唱歌。一年的支教时间,在孩子们的歌声中,一晃就过了。想着朝夕相处的孩子们,几天来,我的心情一直不能平静。我支教的学校是一所山村小学,建在一座大山的脚下。学校的对面,远远近近地散落着几个村子。一座石砌的小桥,将学校和村子连为一体。这天是我离校的日子。早晨,天还没有全亮,我正在收拾东西,敲门声就响起。开门一看,全班30多个 Children in the mountains, nothing hobby, like singing. One year of teaching time, in the children’s songs, a flash over. Thinking of children who get along day and night, my mood has not been calm for days. My school is a village primary school, built at the foot of a mountain. Opposite the school, far and near scattered several villages. A stone bridge, the school and the village as one. This day is the day I left school. In the morning, the sky was not full, I was packing up and knocking on the door. Open the door to see more than 30 classes