秋夜,微凉,钢琴声弥漫小屋。翻完手边何伟俊老师的《犁痕桨迹》一书,心生淡淡暖意。土黄色的封面,古朴雅致,一道白色印痕从书脊向中间蔓延开去,有如一条长长的河潺潺而流,又似一道窄窄的路伸向远方。行者不息,踽踽而行,一犁一桨,留下痕迹。“人充满劳绩,但诗意地栖居在大地上。”在语文的田园里,何老师是劳作者,是思想者。他点燃我读书的热情,启发我对语文的思考,包括对自身职业生命的省察——我们这一拨人都尊称他为老 Autumn night, cool, piano filled cabin. Finished He Weijun teacher’s “plow marks” a book, heart warmth. Earthy cover, simple and elegant, a white imprint spread from the spine to the middle, like a long river gurgling and flowing, but also like a narrow road to the distance. Walker endless, staggering, a plow a paddle, leaving traces. “People are full of service, but poetically dwelling on the earth.” "In the Chinese idyll, Teacher He is a laborer, a thinker. He ignited my enthusiasm for studying and inspired my thinking about the Chinese language, including the investigation of my own professional life - all of us called him an old