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9月,玉米棒子开始喷香,稻谷开始金黄,你种植了一年的希望,开始在山梁上茁壮。你驻守的大山之上,秋风已经开始萧瑟,秋雨已经微凉,迷雾开始给大山披上衣裳,弯弯曲曲的羊肠小道已经被雨水开始泥泞。站在收获的季节里,你无法目及到灵山秀水,也无法触摸到朗月星空。可是,在你的耳畔,一声声清脆的诵读,一曲曲童真的歌谣,那是这个寂静山村的绝唱,让你的热血在这个季节膨胀!在山村,你或许一个人就得教一个班,甚至扛起的是一所学校,或者是一座山的前途和命运。在那些远离繁华和富足的地方,你用汗水洗涤愚昧,用心血播撒文明,
In September, corn cobs began to bloom, the golden paddy began, and you planted a year of hope and began to thrive on the mountain. You are stationed in the mountains above, the autumn wind has begun to bleak, the autumn has been cool, the fog began to put clothes on the mountains, winding curly trail has been started muddy rain. Standing in the harvest season, you can not see the Lingshanxiushui, you can not touch the moon sky. However, in your ears, a crisp voice reading, a song of songs really songs, it is the solitude of this silent mountain village, so your blood swell in this season! In the mountain village, you may have to teach a class alone , Even carrying a school, or the future and fate of a mountain. In those far away from the bustling and affluent places, you use perspiration to wash ignorance, painstakingly spread civilization,