周末,我去一家新开的理发店理发,没等我开口,就听见理发的姑娘招呼我:“老师,您坐下,这儿马上就好。”老师?她怎么知道?“国老师,您还认识我吗?我是您的学生呢。”白净高挑的女理发师一边麻利地剪发、吹风,一边朝我侧脸微笑,满脸分明写着询问:老师,您还记得我吗?学生?我仔细打量她,但无论如何也不记得了。自己教了18年书,可谓“桃李满天下”了。然而,随着时间的流逝,有 Weekends, I went to a new barbershop haircut, did not wait for me to open, I heard the girl hairdressing call me: “teacher, you sit down, right here. ” Teacher? How did she know? , Do you still know me? I am your student. “White tall hairdresser side deftly haircut, hair, smiled and smiled at me, face clearly asked asking: teacher, do you remember me Student? I looked her carefully, but I do not remember anyway. I taught myself 18 years of books, can be described as ”peaches and plums all over the world ". However, as time goes by