我教书四十多个寒暑，退休了。每当目光触及那一箱国、省、市颁发的奖状时，那件令我省悟的事总是浮现在眼前：暑假，我正在学校忙学生填报志愿的事。午休时，突然响起了敲门声。打开门，一张熟悉而又陌生的脸正冲着我笑哩。我后退—步，打量着她：高跟鞋、喇叭裤、露脐衣、卷 I taught more than forty summers and retired. Whenever the eyes touched on the prizes presented by that box of countries, provinces, and cities, the thing that made me realize was always present: In the summer vacation, I was busy with the students to fill in volunteering. During the lunch break, there was a sudden knock on the door. Opening the door, a familiar and unfamiliar face is smiling at me. I stepped back and looked at her: high heels, bell-bottoms, umbilical cords, rolls