我遇到了那个教了我7年的数学老师,在最疼爱我的班主任老师的追悼会上。他早已不再年轻,眼角有了皱纹发际有了白丝,我触碰到他的眼神,看他嘴角“喏喏”地想跟我说话,便迅速低下头去,最终他没有和我说上一句话。可我心里在默默地说:老师,就是你的沉默让我误会了你。 I met the math teacher who taught me 7 years and was at the memorial service for my class teacher who loved me most. He was no longer young, he had white silk on his wrinkles, I touched his eyes, and when he looked at him with an open mouth and wanted to talk to me, he quickly lowered his head and eventually he did not tell me. The last sentence. But I silently said: Teacher, your silence makes me misunderstand you.