两代人,也许是三代人;也许同为亲子,也许互不相识。在不同的背景下书写相同的故事,或在相同的故事里洞察不同的人心。这里展现的是时代的印记,写作不是对垒,也没有PK,有的只是情感在时光里的交相辉映。“老师,让我来吧!”我自告奋勇地边说边接过了老师的手机。这天是星期四,学校组织我们去参观丰台区的三高科技农业园。解散休息的时候,我们一边欣赏这些奇异的植物,一边拿出照相机连连按下快门,玩儿得不亦乐乎。突然,我眼前一亮,发现了赵老师,原来她也在观赏植物,还时不时地来张自拍。我发现她在左顾右盼,一定是想找一位老师 Two generations, perhaps three generations; perhaps the same parent, perhaps not know each other. Write the same story in different contexts, or get insight into different hearts in the same story. Here is the imprint of the times, writing is not against, there is no PK, and some just add up in the time of emotion. “Teacher, let me come!” I volunteered to say that took over the teacher’s cell phone. This is Thursday, the school organized us to visit Fengtai District, three high-tech agricultural park. When we dismissed the rest, we enjoyed these strange plants while holding out the camera and pressing the shutter again and again. Suddenly, I shines, found Zhao teacher, she was also watching the original plant, but also from time to time to self Zhang. I found that she looked around, must be looking for a teacher