“老师!”甜甜的声音里洋溢着喜悦。我抬头一看,一个俏丽的女孩站在面前,好明亮的眼睛!我知道,她必定是我教过的学生,但我又一下子叫不出她的名字来,心里有点过意不去。请她进屋,坐下。浅浅的笑容里藏不住恭敬,当然,还夹杂着一丝拘谨。“老师,您还记得我吗?”她问。 “Teacher!” The sweet voice filled with joy. I looked up and saw a pretty girl standing in front of her with bright eyes! I knew that she must have been a student I had taught, but I couldn’t get her name anymore and I felt a bit overwhelmed. Ask her to enter the house and sit down. Shy smiles can’t be respected, of course, but also with a hint of restraint. “Do you still remember me, teacher?” she asked.