我无端地想起一个人。第一次见到他,是在初二的第一节物理课。踏着九月初的阳光走入教室,我第一眼见到的是他那一身笔挺又正式的西装,眼角的皱纹被淡淡的笑意刻得很深,他的发际线已经抬得很高了,然而站在阳光下,却显得十分精神而干练。他开口说了第一句话,同学中间便已有了窃窃的笑声——为他那带着浓重口音的普通话。他咳了一声,又毫不在意地为我们朗诵起他自己创作的名为《秋》的小诗。我后来再想起时, I think of someone without any reason. The first time I saw him was in the first day of the first two physics classes. Inspired by the sun in early September into the classroom, the first thing I saw was his straight-forward and formal suit, the wrinkles in her eyes were engraved with a faint smile and his hairline was very high However, standing in the sunshine, it seems very spiritual and capable. He spoke his first few words and there was a theft of laughter in the middle of his classmates - his mandarin with a thick accent. He coughed again, and did not care for us to recite his own poem entitled “Autumn”. When I think of it later,