在大学教了好多年的书,教过的学生数不过来,有接触多的,有接触少的,更有除了上课之外就没什么交集的。岁月匆匆,时光流逝,他们的面容都渐渐模糊不清,离我越来越远,但唯有一个学生,她的形象总是深深地刻在我脑海里,无论怎样都挥之不去,而且越来越清晰,那就是——绍荣……一直以来,总想写点什么,为自己,更为绍荣,但总是提不起笔,似乎也无从下笔……漆黑的夜……窗外,雨,下个不停;风,使劲地 In the university for many years taught the book, the number of students taught, however, there are more contacts, less contact, but there is no addition to class outside of the intersection. Years of hurry, the passage of time, their faces are gradually blurred, farther and farther away from me, but only one student, her image is always deeply engraved in my mind, no matter how linger, And more and more clear, that is - Shao Rong ... ... always wanted to write something, for himself, more shao-yin, but always can not afford to pen, it seems impossible to write down ...... dark night ... out the window Rain, the next non-stop; wind, hard