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印象中总也抹不去一个孤瘦的身影,在天色将明而又未明之际,端坐在宿舍的破书桌前,一些显然是刚被从温暖的被窝里赶出来的、十七八岁的学生,零乱地围站在这个身影的四周。其中一个站在最前面,结结巴巴的背着课本。天色渐渐放开,这个孤瘦的身影似乎终于满意了,站起来挥挥手说:“嗯,今天就这样吧。”说着就背着手慢慢踱出了宿舍的大门。这个孤瘦的身影是属于严继光先生的,而这个结结巴巴的学生,就是我。这件三十多年前的
Impression of the total can not erase a wandering figure, the sky will be bright but not yet clear, sitting in front of the dorm destroying the desk, some apparently just being kicked out from the warm blanket, at the age of 17 Students, mess around the figure standing around. One of them stood in the front, stammered with textbooks. The sky gradually let go, the figure seems thin and finally satisfied, stood up and waved his hand and said: “ah, today is the case.” Speaking slowly carrying his hand out of the dormitory door. This thin figure belongs to Mr. Yan Jiguang, and this stuttering student, that is me. This thirty years ago