飯後散步經過母校,總禁不住扭頭去望一眼那紅牆綠瓦。由於從前我在這兒讀過書,後來又進裏面教過書,因而對那一株株桃李瞭如指掌,彷彿看見幾個心爱的學生仍坐在石桌邊朗讀詩章;也好像又碰上了我那尊敬的老師正撫着濃黑的小鬍髭在點頭微笑。屈指一算,該 After dinner after walking through his alma mater, could not help but turned around and looked at the red wall green tiles. Since I had read the book here and later went inside to teach the book, I became familiar with the peach and plum as if I saw a few beloved students still reading the poem while sitting at the stone table; The dear teacher was nodding with a thick black mustache. Tend to count, the