那是七八年前的事了。一个清晨,翔又一次迟到了。他站在门口,惶恐地看着教室里读书的同学们,胖胖的脸上还带着汗珠。这已经是他开学以来第三次迟到了,我决定去他家里看看。晚上,我推着自行车和翔一起回家。进入一条乡间小路之后,路开始变得泥泞难走,翔在前面一边走,一边叮嘱“老师,慢点儿”。翔的家在一个乡间小楼上,是租住的房子。一进屋,阴暗而潮湿的气息扑面而来。翔的母亲从床上坐起来,招呼我们落座。交谈中 That was something seven or eight years ago. One morning, Xiang was late again. He stood in front of the door, looking at the classmates in the classroom with horror and sweating on his fat face. This is the third time since he started school, I decided to go to his house to see. In the evening, I pushed my bike home with Xiang. Into a country road, the road began to become muddy walk, Xiang in the front while walking, told “teacher, slowly”. Xiang's home in a small country house, is to rent a house. Into the house, the dark and damp breath blowing. Xiang's mother sat up from the bed, greet us to seize. In conversation