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一前几天去看望初中班主任老师。近十年后的重逢,是我在脑海中,预演了数百次的场景。当遥远的时空,经年的想念,再一次化成一扇门的距离。门开的一瞬间,仿佛又回到了初中报道那天,我在教室门口,第一次见到饶老师的那一刻。初夏的午后,万物安宁,岁月静好。我和自己最敬爱的老师一起,回忆年少时的点点滴滴。谈笑间,十年的光阴仿佛不曾流过,往昔的一切,都清晰如昨。十年,十年。人生能有多少个十年呢?
A few days ago to visit junior high school teacher. Near ten years after the reunion, I was in my mind, rehearsed hundreds of scenes. When distant time and space, after years of miss, once again turned into a door distance. The door opened for a moment, as if back to the junior high school reported that day, I was in the classroom door, the first time I saw Rao teacher moment. In the early summer afternoon, everything is quiet and the years are quiet. I and my most beloved teacher, memories of young bit by bit. Laugh, as if ten years have not flowed past, all the past, are as clear as yesterday. Ten years, ten years. How many ten years can life have?