夜已经深了,你们——杉树乡中心校的孩子,在睡梦里打着轻微的鼾声。我,在成都,和你们相隔不过几百公里,但我却觉得像隔了千山万水一样。无数个夜晚,我无法入眠,即便闭着眼,却还是想着你们的身影,调皮捣蛋或安静内敛;想着每天早晨铃声响起,你们在食堂里吃早餐的欢乐声;想着杉树的学校后面云缭雾绕的大山,翻滚的云海。想起那个初识的早晨。你们一排排站在操场上,等待着我们志愿者把你们领进教室, The night has gone deep, you - children at the center of Cedarwood Township, a slight snoring in his sleep. I, in Chengdu, are only a few hundred kilometers apart from yours, but I feel like a thousand miles away. Numerous nights, I can not sleep, even with my eyes closed, but still thinking of your figure, naughty or quiet introverted; think of the bell ringing every morning, you eat breakfast in the cafeteria sound of joy; thinking of the back of the fir tree school Clouds fog around the mountains, rolling clouds. Remembered that morning acquaintance. You line up in the playground, waiting for our volunteers to take you into the classroom,