和老同学聚会，聊起了中学生活。正在兴头，有人说，这么多年了，不知道赵林祥老师可好？赵老师？我眼前浮现出一张脸孔，五十多岁，黑黑的，说话很慢，有着慈祥的笑容。我是在初三时才从外校转到赵老师班上的。他把我领到教室，安排好座位，又嘱咐我：“有什么不懂的地方，尽 Gathered with old classmates and talked about life in high school. Being excited, some people say that for so many years, I don’t know Zhao Linxiang’s teacher? Zhao? A face appeared in front of my eyes. I was in my fifties. I was dark and had a slow speech. I had a kind smile. I was transferred to the class of Zhao from the outside school in the third grade. He took me to the classroom, arranged the seats, and called me again: "There’s something I don’t understand.