他是我高一时的化学老师。记忆中的他瘦高,戴茶色眼镜,眼睛里常会涌出理工男看试卷时特有的睥睨。对化学这门课,我连请教问题都不知道从哪里开口。和他的交情,不过是课上做安分守己的学生,课外做敬而远之的路人。若不是那首唱响在黄昏的老歌,他应该会长久地冬眠在我日渐稀薄的记忆中吧。那是一个周末,没有回家的同学在教室里安静地自习。他突然来到教室,笑着说想教 He is a chemistry teacher for me. His memory of thin, wearing brown glasses, the eyes often pour out of science and engineering man to see the test paper unique 睥 睨. Chemistry of this course, I do not even know where to ask questions from the opening. And his friendship, but the class to be self-serving students, extra-curricular passers-by. If not for the old song sung in the twilight, he should be long dormant in my thinning memories. It was a weekend, no homecoming classmates in the classroom quietly study. He suddenly came to the classroom, laughing and wanted to teach