校园里有一条甬路,不知是什么原因,它的每一条经纬都牵动着我的情感,每一粒石子都撞击着我的思念。教师节的前几天,我收到了一大摞信件。小李在信中写道:老师,如今我已成长为一名解放军战士,我记忆的深处仍然留着这样一幅珍贵的画面:伴着下课的铃声,校园里撒满了欢声笑语,我和几个小淘气在甬路上嬉戏、追赶。不巧,脚下石子一滑,我整个身子趴在了甬路上,擦坏了脸。您正好打这路过,将我轻轻扶起,攥着我的手,领我到卫生室上好了药水。望着您那慈祥的目光,两行泪珠滴落在我的胸前……小张在信中写道:老师,我现在职业技术学校学服装裁剪。您是否还记得五年前一个放学后的傍晚?为解答一道 There is a Yong Road on the campus, I do not know what reason, every one of its latitude and longitude affects my feelings, every stone hit my thoughts. A few days ago on Teacher’s Day, I received a large pile of letters. Xiao Li wrote in the letter: Teacher, now that I have grown into a PLA warrior, I still remember in the memory of such a precious picture: accompanied by the bell ringing, campus full of laughter, I and a few A small naughty Yong play on the road to catch up. Unfortunately, the foot of a stone slippery, my whole body lying on the road in Yong, wiping his face. You just hit this pass, I gently propped up, clutching my hand and took me to the bathroom on the potion. Looking at your benevolent eyes, two lines of tears drip on my chest ... ... Zhang wrote in the letter: teacher, I now learn how to cut the tailor-made school. Do you still remember the evening after school five years ago?