身高一米五多一点,长着一个娃娃脸,胖墩墩的,成天一脸的笑,这便是我高中时的地理老师,他姓来,不知道他名字,但在众多老师中,他给我的印象算最深的。我就读的高中在一座大山的高岗岭上,孤零零的几排房子,一年到头,除了朗朗的读书声,下课后同学们叽叽喳喳的欢快声,以及老师们严厉的吆喝声之外,再就是风的呼呼声和风的吼叫声。来这里读高中的孩子,大都是本地山旮旯里 Height of more than one meter and a half, with a baby face, pudgy, all day long smile, this is my high school geography teacher, his last name, do not know his name, but in many teachers, he gave me The impression of the deepest. The high school I attended was on a hill in the Gao Gangling. Solitary rows of houses all year long. Apart from the sound of Lang Lang’s reading, the twittering of classmates after class and the stern shouts of teachers, the wind was blowing Whistling and wind roar. High school children here to read, mostly in the local mountains