1现在,吴晓东经常陷入那段充满诗意的回忆之中。那是二十四年前的夏天,酷热而寂静的午后,夏蝉栖息于梧桐树间,一阵蝉鸣偶尔从半空中划过,四周复又变得寂静起来。他是学校教导处的主任,管理着学校大大小小鸡毛蒜皮的事情。这天他从办公室里间的休息室睡眼惺忪地走出来,脸上还残留着丝丝睡意,耳边便响起了一阵节制的敲门声,仔细听着敲门声,沿着声音的纹路,他依旧能听出敲门者隐藏着的那丝急促。他推开门,见是初三英语组的组长陈小敏。陈小敏是来跟他商谈下个月全校英语口语比赛方案的事情,他礼貌地把她让进屋内,心底却滋生出一种反感,多年来学校大大小小的教学事情,他虽然一直处理得井井有条,但心底却潜藏着一丝别人难以察觉的倦怠感。这种感觉通常没有任何征兆地出现在他脑海里,弄得他不知所措。许多次,他在开会,或者在陪上级领导参观调研,这种感觉便不合时宜地出从 1 Now, Wu Xiaodong often falls into that poetic memory. It was twenty-four years ago in the summer, hot and silent in the afternoon, summer cicadas inhabit sycamore trees, while cicadas occasionally across from mid-air, surrounded by complex and become quiet again. He is director of the school’s teaching department, managing everything from small to large schools. On this day he blew out his sleep from the lounge in the office, his face still drowsiness, his ears sounded a burst of restrained knocking, carefully listening knock on the door, along the lines of the sound, he Still can hear the knocker hiding the hurry. He pushed open the door, see Chen Xiaomin, the leader of the first three English groups. Chen Xiaomin is to discuss with him next month, the entire school spoken English game program things, he politely let her into the house, my heart is breeding a resentment, many years of school teaching things, although he has been handling well organized , But my heart lurks a sense of fatigue that others can not detect. This feeling often appears in his head without any sign, confused him at a loss. Many times, he was in a meeting, or to accompany the superiors to visit the survey, this feeling will not be out of time