我想多年后,我依然会想起那个男孩。一次回母校时,孩子们已经去上体锻课了。我走进教室。空荡荡的,只有阳光,没有往日的喧哗,只有出奇的静。习惯地走到自己的位子,坐下。发现位子好像变小了,我的心里闷闷的。靠在窗上,看到外面许多小男生都在打篮球。我看到其中有个男生,略高的个子,一件白色的T恤,短短的头发。转身,跳投,进球,击掌,熟 I think after many years, I still think of the boy. When they returned to their alma mater, the children had already gone to the body forging class. I went into the classroom. Empty, only the sun, no past gloom, only surprisingly quiet. Get used to your seat and sit down. I found that the seat seemed to be getting smaller, and my heart was boring. Leaning on the window, he saw many boys playing basketball outside. I saw one of them, a tall man, a white T-shirt, and short hair. Turn, jump shot, goal, high-five, cooked