皎洁的月光静静地倾泻在我的书桌上。毕业照上的影像竟然历历可辨,我逐个认过去,那些久违了的亲切笑容又映入我的眼帘,心中不由得涌起一股暖流,脑海中清晰地浮现出了也是在皎洁的月光下所看见的情景。(1)那晚,铃声响过,我裹着厚厚的衣服匆匆地走向走廊的另一头。拐角处,老师办公室的灯还亮着,门微开。一眼望去,办公桌前,老师正全神贯注地盯着桌面看着什么,丝 The bright moon shone quietly on my desk. The graduation photos on the image even vividly identifiable, I recognized one by one in the past, those long-lost intimacy smile also reflected in my eyes, my heart could not help but surge in a stream of warmth, clearly reflected in my mind is also in the bright moonlight See the scene. (1) That night, the bell rang, and I wrapped my thick clothes in a hurry toward the other side of the corridor. At the corner, the light in the teacher’s office was still on, the door slightly open. At a glance, at the desk, the teacher was looking attentively at the desktop looking at what, silk