苏轼诗云:“人生到处知何似?应似飞鸿踏雪泥。泥上偶然留指爪,鸿飞哪复计东西?”我从事语文教育已38年。38年过去,弹指一挥间。回顾来路,似乎很难寻出雪泥上的痕迹。唯一值得欣慰的,只有一个“勤”字,此外我别无所有。 勤学不厌 1957年秋,我不到16岁就登上了乡村小学的讲台。梦想成空,面对比我还高的学生,只有拼命填充自已。曾因夜读困倦打翻油灯燃着床单而留下笑柄。1960年参加 Su Shi’s poem reads: “What does life seem like everywhere? It should be like flying snow, mud, accidentally leaving claws, what kind of things?” I have been engaged in language education for 38 years. 38 years have passed and it has been a snap. Looking back, it seems that it is difficult to find traces of mud. The only thing that is gratifying is that there is only one word for “diligence,” and I don’t have anything else. Studying hard. In the autumn of 1957, I boarded the podium for rural primary schools less than 16 years old. Dreams become empty. In the face of students who are taller than me, only hard to fill their own. I was laughed at by the nighttime reading of sleepy overturned oil lamps burning sheets. Participated in 1960