我的小学时光在一所村小度过,二十多年前的村小,矮小的平房,昏暗的教室,简陋的设施,尤其是师资紧缺。校长加教师共六人,无一人从正规师范学校毕业,学历最高的校长也只是初中毕业,影响我至深的洪老师便是其中一位。洪老师,身材矮小,仅有的少量头发不足以遮盖他头顶的那片“空地”。他有着悦耳洪亮的嗓音,说起话来抑扬顿挫,引人入胜,走起路来如一阵风,只要听到他腰间别着的那串钥匙发出的急促叮当声时,我们就知道他来了。 My primary school time spent in a small village, more than 20 years ago, small village, small cottage, dim classrooms, shabby facilities, especially teachers shortage. Headmaster and teacher a total of six people, none of them graduated from the formal school, the highest academic qualifications only junior high school graduates, my deepest flood is one of them. Hung teacher, short stature, only a small amount of hair is not enough to cover his piece of “open space”. He had a pleasant, loud voice, talkative, fascinating, and walked like a gust of wind, knowing that he was coming when he heard the jingling of the string of keys at his waist.