老马是我3年初中时候的数学老师。那时他已经年届五十,身高五尺开外,体格魁梧,有些发胖。老马喜欢穿一件洗得发白的灰布长衫。袖口线头子都散了,飘着丝丝绒线,双肘处还各贴了一个大补丁,显然已经穿了不少年头。每次见到老马身着长衫登台授课,衣襟随风飘飘,恍惚间颇有古之师者遗风。首届教师节,学校大庆,有高年级学生借老马此衫登台演济公,肥大的衣衫穿在表演者瘦小的身体上,一步三摇,活灵活现。多年后,同学相聚说到老马,不少人都还记得这件长衫。老马初教我们代数,后教我们几何。别看他长得人高马大,嗓门却极小,上课从不高声,轻言细语缓缓道来,字字入耳。唯有一次,坐我左侧的一个女生耐 Ma is my math teacher in junior high school in 3 years. At that time he was 50 years old, five feet tall and open, burly physique, some fat. Horses like to wear a gray white gown washed gown. Cuffs line head scattered, floating silky line, elbows also posted a large patch, apparently have worn a lot of years. Every time I see the old horse dressed in gown stage teaching, skirt fluttering in the wind, trance quite a legacy of the ancient division. The first Teacher’s Day, Daqing School, a senior student borrowed a cashmere sweater this stage, the fat clothes to wear thin performers on the body, step by step shake, vivid. Years later, students together to talk about the horse, many people still remember this gown. Old horse taught us algebra, teach us geometry. Do not look at him grow tall, his voice is minimal, the class never squeaky, whisper slowly words, earmarked. Only once, take a girl on my left