一少平老师一个电话,把我带回了他的故乡长阳。车从中午驶向黑夜,武汉漫天的雾霾渐渐在我们头顶消失。过了枝江后,坐在副驾座位上的少平老师时不时回过头来,向坐在车后的我描述着他记忆中的长阳。他说,我们正走在山上,前方连接两山的是一座一百多米高的桥。他说的时候指了指前方,透过昏黄的车灯,那座桥并没有出现在我的眼帘。除了山间有几处稀疏的灯光,四周黑透了,老天也洒起了雨。我们时不时穿 A telephone teacher Shao Ping, took me back to his hometown Changyang. Car from noon to the night, Wuhan haze gradually disappear over our heads. After crossing the river, Mr. Shao Ping, who was seated in the front passenger’s seat, looked back from time to time and described me to Chang Yang in memory after sitting in the car. He said: We are on the hill and there is a 100-meter-high bridge connecting the two mountains in front of us. When he said it pointed to the front, through the dim lights, the bridge did not appear in my eyes. In addition to a few sparse lights in the mountains, around the dark, God also shed rain. We wear from time to time