走在这并不十分熟络的纷繁都市长街,华灯初上,万家灯火,却依然未令我温暖和心动.倒是家乡的中学母校里,那建在一汪碧水之上,雕梁画栋、古色古香的止止书亭,和那远远就能望见的巍巍迥澜塔,总是以清晰的印象,掺和进许多次杂乱的思绪里。在那匆匆逝过的一年的最后一月,回家偶而遇见一位正在母校念高中的熟识女孩,问及她许多曾经教过我的老师,是否又在教她们的课;但她却报出一串陌生、也很年轻的教师姓名,又令我不知究竟。最 Walking in this unfamiliar multi-city metropolitan Long Street, the lights are on at the beginning, the lights are still in the sky, but it still does not make me warm and heart-warping. It is actually in the hometown middle school alma mater, built on top of Wang Bishui, carved, painted and decorated. The pavilion, and the tower that can be seen from afar, are always mixed with many cluttered thoughts with a clear impression. In the last month of that hurriedly passing year, I went home and met an acquaintance girl who was attending high school in her alma mater and asked her if many of her teachers who had taught me were teaching their classes; but she reported A series of unfamiliar and young teacher names made me wonder. most