她进教室的第一天,我就告诉自己,我无法喜欢上她。因为她的到来,教了我们一年多的老杨,去教了隔壁班,那个让我们大家难以割舍的老师,终究还是与我们隔了一堵墙。微微抬头看她,有四十岁了吧,穿着有些过时的衣服,站在逆光里,大声地作着自我介绍,看着她满含深情的样子,我却有想笑的感觉。 The first day she entered the classroom, I told myself that I could not like her. Because of her arrival, taught us more than a year old Yang, to teach the next class, that let us all difficult to give up the teacher, after all, still separated from us by a wall. Looked at her slightly, forty years old, wearing some outdated clothes, standing in the backlight, making a self introduction loudly, watching her full affectionate look, I have to laugh at the feeling.