2013年11月5日大雾大雾,几乎看不清前面的人影。在这让人容易迷失的天气里,我向学校奔行。路上听到有人谈论着自己眼中的老师,我不禁想起了在乡下中学遇到过的一位语文老师。他看起来很冷。班级里又有一个同学要辍学了,女生们都哭红了眼睛。可他没有多少安慰的话语,或许他感到没有什么样的语言能止疼。他坐在那里批阅学生日记,交上来的只有可怜的几本。就是有一本他也会坚持批改,这是他的一癖。一个所有老师都忽略的弱智女生的日记他也肯认真批 November 5, 2013 fog, almost can not see the figure in front. In this easy-to-lose weather, I run to school. When I heard someone talking about the teacher in my own eyes, I could not help but think of a Chinese teacher I met at the country middle school. He looks cold. There is another class in the class to drop out of school, girls are crying red eyes. But he did not have much comfort words, perhaps he did not feel any kind of language can only hurt. He sat there to read the student diary, handed in only a few pitiful. There is one who will insist on criticism, this is his hobby. He is also willing to take a serious note of the diary of a mentally handicapped girl who all teachers ignore