“老师,你的胳膊上养了几条红蚯蚓啊!”梁小柱看到我发出感慨。“小柱,你有良心没有?老师都这样了,你还说风凉话,你想凉快,回去凉快去,别在这丢人现眼了。”班长大声指责。那时,我在鄂西山区一所初中支教,正值夏日,每天中午,山里燠热得像个大蒸笼,又没有空调,我便夹着一张草席,铺在学校后的一小片杨树林里。只有这里还可“品尝”到山谷里送来的一缕清风,风儿经密密的林荫过滤,拂过席上仰面朝天的我。哪想到,刚刚饱食浓荫与凉风后的第 “Teacher, raised a few red earthworms on your arm ah!” Leung Kong Zhu see me send a feeling. “Small column, you have no conscience? Teachers are like this, you talkative, you want to cool, go back to cool, do not lose sight of this. ” Monitor accused aloud. At that time, I was teaching in a middle school in western Hubei Province. It was in summer day and noon every day. In the mountains, I was so hot as a big steamer without air-conditioning. Then I clutched a straw mat and spread a small piece of poplar in. Only here can “tasting ” to the valley sent a ray of breeze, the wind filtered through the dense trees, brushing over the seats on my back. Which thought, just after the fullness of shade and cool breeze