时光冲洗了岁月的浮尘,却冲洗不了青春的记忆。那年我在小镇的中学读高二,顽劣得如一块山野中硌人的石子,没有安分的时候。班主任吴老师是个个头不高的年轻小伙子,说着不太标准的普通话,他工作才一年,刚接手我们班,我基本上没怎么把他放在眼里。凭着我的小聪明,我的成绩在班上也从没跌出前五名,所以我基本上是他宠爱的对象,还被他任命为班干部,他语文课上点名发言最多的好像也是我,这令我多少有点不好意思放肆,对他还是保持了起码的尊重。 Time flushed years of dust, but can not wash the memory of youth. That year I was sophomore in the town of sophomore, naughty as a mountain Zhongnong people’s stones, there is no security time. Teacher Wu, a tall schoolboy, was a tall, young guy who spoke Mandarin not quite well. He only worked one year and just took over our class. I basically did not pay any attention to him. With my cleverness, my grades in the class has never dropped out of the top five, so I was basically his favorite object, but also by his appointment as a class cadre, his language class named most also seems to me, This made me feel a bit embarrassed a little, but still kept a minimum respect for him.