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天愈发冷了。

在这干燥的空气中，嗅不到一丝暖暖的味道，偶尔一阵风，想一只没有温度的手，钻到裤腿里，钻到颈子里，千方百计得想摸一下你，我简直受不了她的宠幸，泪，鼻涕马上就交织在一起了。

还是教室里比较暖和，到了教室，听到有人说：“温度我所欲也，风度亦我所欲也，二者不可得兼，舍温度而取风度者也。”传来一阵笑声，上课了，老师正准备讲题时，那位同学传来一阵咳咳……咳声，咳也传染吗？也是有一位同学咳了起来，一个接一个，整个教室奏起了交响曲，像快板，富有节奏感，像喇叭，撼动人心，老师也不禁放下了刚拿起的粉笔。

没过几天，有的同学不“怕冷”了有的37。8度，体温这么高教室都格外暖了。在这样下去，教室就变成了烤箱。

那天早读，我紧紧抱着自己跑到教室，刚推开门，就有一股似曾相识的`味道飘进鼻孔，有窈窕淑女般的淡淡清香，也有野蛮女友似的火辣，是姜茶！

以前，在家里感冒了，外婆就去熬了一碗姜茶，逼我喝下去，然后让我马上睡一觉，在教室里怎么会有姜茶呢？猛地看见班主任正提着水壶给那些生病你的同学倒水，不，是倒茶，终于明白。班上六十多人，一壶茶显然不够，于是她只给每个人到一点儿，那一壶茶是她的宝，那一口茶是我们的宝。

她小心翼翼的提着茶走到我身边，问：“喝一点儿吧！”我摇了摇头，极不情愿喝，但又一想，不能负了老师一片好心，况且在学校还能喝到茶已是很不错了，于是我把杯子递了过去，我看到，她的手尽管没被冻裂，但手像肿了一般，通红通红的，倒完茶后，班主任笑着催促：趁热喝了吧！

我接过茶杯，小心地抿了一口，很烫，烫到我想哭，但有一股淡淡的甜味，原来班主任怕我们不喜欢和姜茶，偷偷放了些红糖；姜茶流入咽喉，隐隐有些辛辣，我又猛地灌了一口，原来它的味道并不是很难喝，感觉身上从头到脚被热水泼了一遍，杯子里还有一小口，我盖上了盖子，舍不得一下子喝了它。

原来暖是这样一种感觉：像失意时一声鼓励，像无助时一次帮助，像寒冷时一被热茶。

一杯热茶，一生温暖！

It’s getting colder and colder.

In this dry air, I couldn’t smell a warm smell. Occasionally, a gust of wind, like a hand without temperature, crawled into her pants, into her neck, and tried every means to touch you. I couldn’t bear her favor, tears and runny nose immediately intertwined.

It was still relatively warm in the classroom. When we arrived, we heard someone say, “The temperature is what I want, and the demeanor is also what I want. We cannot have both. Those who give up the temperature and take the demeanor are also.” There was a burst of laughter. As the teacher was preparing to give a lecture, there was a burst of coughing… coughing, is coughing also contagious? One student also coughed, one after another, and the entire classroom played a symphony, like an allegro, full of rhythm, like a trumpet, shaking people’s hearts. The teacher couldn’t help but put down the chalk he had just picked up.

A few days later, some students stopped being afraid of the cold, while others were 37. 8 degrees, the temperature is so high that the classroom is particularly warm. In this way, the classroom becomes an oven.

That morning when I was reading, I hugged myself tightly and ran to the classroom. As soon as I opened the door, a familiar smell wafted into my nostrils, with a faint fragrance like a graceful lady and a fiery taste like a wild girlfriend. It was ginger tea!

Previously, when I caught a cold at home, my grandmother went to make a bowl of ginger tea, forced me to drink it, and then made me sleep immediately. How could there be ginger tea in the classroom? Suddenly, I saw the homeroom teacher carrying a kettle to pour water for your sick classmates, no, tea, and finally understood. There were over sixty people in the class, and one pot of tea was obviously not enough, so she only gave everyone a little. That pot of tea was her treasure, and that sip of tea was our treasure.

She cautiously walked over to me with her tea and asked, “Drink some!” I shook my head and was extremely reluctant to drink. But on second thought, I couldn’t disappoint the teacher’s kindness. Moreover, it was already good to have tea at school. So I handed the cup over and saw that although her hands were not frostbitten, they were swollen and red. After pouring the tea, the class teacher smiled and urged, “Drink while it’s hot!

I took the tea cup and carefully took a sip. It was so hot that I wanted to cry, but there was a faint sweetness. The homeroom teacher was afraid that we wouldn’t like ginger tea and secretly put some brown sugar in it; Ginger tea flowed into my throat, slightly spicy. I took another gulp and realized that its taste was not very unpleasant. I felt hot water splashing over my body from head to toe, and there was still a small sip in the cup. I closed the lid and couldn’t bear to drink it all at once.

It turns out that warmth is a feeling: like a word of encouragement when feeling down, like a helping hand when feeling helpless, like a cup of hot tea when feeling cold.

A cup of hot tea, a lifetime of warmth!