刘辉是我的初中语文教师, 那时他有三十多岁吧,中等个儿, 留着小八字黑胡,人特精神,也很开朗,好像从没有什么烦心事似的。他本来不带我们班,因教语文的张老师病了,他才接替过来的。 记得他第一天给我们上课, 正是一个大雪纷飞的冬日,天寒地冻。许多同学上课了还不断地跺脚,刘老师站在讲台上并不生气,还说:“跺吧,跺吧,我已经听见春雷滚动的声音了。”许多同学 Liu Hui was my junior high school teacher. At that time, he was in his thirties, and he was a medium-sized boy. He had a small black hat, and his spirit was very cheerful. He seemed to have no trouble. He did not take our class. Because Zhang Zhang, who teaches Chinese, was ill, he took over. I remember that he taught us on the first day. It was a snowy winter and it was cold and cold. Many of my classmates were still lame in class. Teacher Liu was not angry at the podium. He also said, “Hey, look, I already heard Chunlei’s rolling voice.” Many students