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转眼毕业在即，我却忘不了我们的语文老师，忘不了我们那次不很成熟却很成功的“合作”…… In the twinkling of an eye, I can't forget our Chinese teacher, our immature but successful "cooperation" 那天，放学了。只剩我一人呆在教室里无声叹息——明天校里评比黑板报，我这个文娱委员却忘得一干二净。我真希望这时上帝派个天使下来助我一臂之力，唉！ That day, school was over. I'm the only one left in the classroom, sighing silently - tomorrow, the school's blackboard newspaper, but I forgot all about this entertainment committee member. I wish God would send an angel to help me. Alas! 我正在黑板上瞎折腾，忽然窗外闪出一个人影，原来是李老师推车回家。她似乎看见了我，跑进教室来。我不好意思地说：“李老师，我把出黑板报给忘了。” I was tossing about on the blackboard when suddenly a figure flashed out of the window. It was Miss Li who was driving home. She seemed to see me and ran into the classroom. I said sheepishly, "Miss Li, I forgot the blackboard newspaper." 李老师没答话，走过来操起一支粉笔为我题了报头：春天的旋律。然后又自个儿画了起来。“老师，你……”我不知是感激还是不安，竟梗塞了。“怎么，嫌我的艺术水平低呀？”李老师转过头来狡黠地冲我一笑，两只可爱的羊角辫跟着晃动起来。我本沉重的心忽而轻松了，似有很多话要说，但竟一句也没说出口。 | 
