15年前,我从师范学校毕业,实现了儿时的梦想,成为一名人民教师,并接受分配,回到家乡任教。学校在大山深处,一条泥泞的公路,从山外向山谷里延伸,直到尽头——那是我的母校。记忆中,学校的房屋呈四合院式地排列着,一排排砖瓦结构的屋子,围在一块操场的四周。一间小小的办公室,挤在南面两间教室之间,庄重而威严。也记不起什么时候才有的升旗仪式,那旗杆立在东面两间教室的前面。此刻,红旗仿 Fifteen years ago, I graduated from a normal school and realized my childhood dream. I became a teacher of the people and was assigned and returned home to teach. School deep in the mountains, a muddy road, extending from the mountain to the valley, until the end - that is my alma mater. Memory, the school’s houses were arranged in a courtyard style, rows of brick structure of the house, surrounded by a playground. A small office, squeezed between the two classrooms south, dignified and majestic. Can not remember what time the flag-raising ceremony, flagpole stand in front of the two classrooms in the east. At the moment, red imitation