下了晚自习,在校园里走着,忽然听到阶梯教室里多媒体播放的《军港之夜》,我悄悄驻足,看着那群可爱的学生傻傻的笑,就这样自然地想起了徐老师,想起在他家的客厅里,他豪爽地唱着一首又一首经典老歌。可如今,歌声依旧,斯人已去,回忆肆意地蔓延开来。徐老师带我的唐宋文学课,号称文学院“四大名捕”之一,为人严厉而又狂放不羁。他上课,必有一张凳子一壶开水,但他又从 After a night study, walked on campus, I suddenly heard the “Military Harbor Night” multimedia play in the classroom, I quietly stopped, watching those cute students silly smile, so naturally remembered Xu , Remembered in his living room, he boldly sang one after another classic old songs. But now, the song is still, Sri Lanka people have gone, memories wantonly spread to open. Xu took me to the Tang and Song literature class, known as the “College of Letters,” one of the harsh and wild unruly. He will have a pot of boiling water on a stool, but he again