20年前,我就读于四川老家一所偏远的乡村小学。读三年级时,我们班来了一位很年轻的语文老师。他穿着白衬衫,灰色西裤,黑色皮鞋,他的衬衫口袋里别着一支钢笔,衬衫下半段塞进西裤里,看上去很精神挺拔。他不戴眼镜,眼睛又大又明亮,头发很直很顺滑。“我叫杨鹏。”他把自己的名字写在了黑板上。 Twenty years ago, I attended a remote rural primary school in Sichuan Province. When I was in third grade, we came to a very young language teacher. He was wearing a white shirt, gray trousers, black leather shoes, a pen in his shirt pocket, and the shirt in the second half was stuffed into trousers, looking very upright. He does not wear glasses, his eyes are big and bright, his hair is straight and smooth. “My name is Yang Peng. ” He wrote his name on the blackboard.