那天,当我冒着小雨赶到县城时,会场里已座无虚席。我坐的第一排前面是横排走道,一眼望去,一溜儿崭新的裤腿、锃亮的皮鞋。看看自己,裤子和鞋全是泥。邻座一位老师以手掩口小声地问我,是不是学校还不通水泥路。我说,我们那儿晴天是扬灰路,雨天才是“水泥路”;我刚才就是从“水泥路”上赶来的。他听后笑着说,这一路够辛苦了。其实,他哪里知道, That day, when I arrived at the county braved the light rain, the venue has been packed. The first row I sat in front of the row of walkways, glanced at, a slip of children’s new pants, shiny shoes. Look at yourself, pants and shoes are all mud. A teacher next door to whisper to hand over my mouth, is not the school still not cement road. I said that we sunny day is the Ash Road, rainy weather is “Cement Road ”; I just came from “Cement Road ”. He smiled and said after listening hard enough. In fact, where did he know,