年过不惑,心中常常泛起感慨。两千多年前,孔子站在滔滔奔流的河边,目光睿智而渺远。身旁是他的弟子。“逝者如斯夫!”孔子一手轻捻胡须,一手指向滚滚河水……此刻的我,沿着孔子手指的方向,仿佛看到自己28年教育生涯泛了点点浪花,低吟浅唱着流过。心喜,一生为师。年年花开,岁岁桃李。感喟时光,我怅惘,敬畏,豪迈。 Over the age of no doubt, often feeling in my heart. Two thousand years ago, Confucius stood by the surging river, his eyesight wise and far-reaching. Beside him is his disciple. “The deceased is such a gentleman!” "Confucius one hand twist the beard, one hand pointing to the rolling river ... At this moment I, along the direction of Confucius fingers, as if to see his 28 years of education a little bit of a pan-spray, singing Flow through. Heart hi, life as a teacher. Flowers every year, aged peaches and plums. Feeling 喟 time, I am sorry, fear, heroic.