高中最爱的数学老师,拍下了高考结束后空荡荡的操场,发给我。最右边的篮球框还是呈15度的倾斜,那些曾在这片蓝天下撒野的人儿,却从此散落天涯。“又一个三年,又一次恢复了安静。”他说。我一愣。他素来是个严谨认真、鲜把情感外示于人的老师,甚至全班在教师节献上手作贺卡的时候,他依旧是一副扑克脸,不为所动。高考结束的那几天,却听同学说:“周老师在我们班的旧书摊前站了许久。他其实很舍不得我们。”小学的时候,每逢教师节,便捧着三束 High school favorite math teacher, photographed after the college entrance examination empty playground, sent to me. The far right of the basketball box was still 15 degrees tilt, who had run wild in the blue sky children, but since then scattered horizon. “Another three years, again quiet. ” He said. I surprised a moment. He has always been a rigorous, fresh emotion outside the teacher, and even the whole class in the teacher’s day for cards, he is still a poker face, unmoved. In the few days after the college entrance examination ended, he listened to his classmates: “Teacher Zhou stood in front of our old bookstore for a long time.” In fact, he was very reluctant to give us a hand. "In primary school,