十年前,初来挽月,看到的是偏僻的乡村,崎岖的小道,破旧的校舍,心瞬间寒凉如入冰窖,仿佛身处了无生气的孤岛,没有斗志,没有期盼,初登讲台的雏鹰还没有来得及振翅飞翔就折断了稚嫩的双翅,前方一片灰暗阴沉的天地;十年后,重看挽月,望到的是繁荣的村寨,宽敞的大道,崭新的大楼,心霎时温暖似进温房,犹如身处朝 Ten years ago, when we first came across the moon, we saw remote villages, rugged trails, shabby schoolhouses, and heart-warming cold as icebergs, as if we were living in an isolated island with no fighting spirit and no anticipation. The landing eagles have not had time to fly wings to break the immature wings, in front of a gloomy dark world; ten years later, look at the month, the prosperous village, the spacious avenue, a brand new building Heart warm moment into the greenhouse, as if living in North Korea