如节日一般,孩子们满脸欢笑,期盼着诗歌评比课的到来。他们翻看着自己得意的诗作,嘴里不停地吟咏着,有的还摇头晃脑……看着他们如痴如醉的神情,引导他们写诗的情景就一幕幕地放映在眼前——“老师,我还会写诗?”——触动:灵性之光偶然闪现“老师,你看,月亮多像天空的一只大眼睛。”晚自习下课,张欣惊喜地对我说。“是呀,怎么只有你最先 Like festivals, children face laughter, looking forward to the arrival of poetry competitions. They looked at their favorite poems, kept chanting in their mouths, and sometimes shaking their heads and shaking their heads ... watching their mesmerizing look and guiding them to write poems in front of their eyes - Teacher, I will write poetry? ”“ Touch: spiritual light occasionally flashed ”teacher, you see, the moon is more like a big eye in the sky. “ Evening class after class, Zhang Xin said to me pleasantly surprised. ”Yeah, only you first