又是一年教师节。窗外,阳光明媚。窗内,欢声笑语。不知不觉,走上讲台已经十年了。总想写点什么,写给我所有的孩子们。一张张灿烂的笑脸在我的记忆里不断浮现……刚刚出现在走廊上,远远就看见我们班的孩子们。几个活泼点的干脆向我跑了过来,笑嘻嘻地拉着我的手。走近点,七八只举着鲜花的小手立刻把我包围了,还有孩子递上了亲手为我设计的卡片。步入教室,孩子们都安静了下来。我正准备说话,就有孩子说:“徐老师,您先出去,我们要 Teacher's Day is another year. Out the window, sunny. Window, laughter. Unconsciously, took the podium for ten years. Always want to write something, write to all my children. A bright smile in my memory constantly emerging ... ... just appeared in the corridor, far see the children of our class. Several lively point ran to me altogether, took my hand with a smile. Closer to the point, seven or eight small hands holding flowers immediately surrounded me, as well as children handed the card designed for me personally. Into the classroom, the children are quiet. I am ready to speak, there are children, said: ”Xu teacher, you go out, we want