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案头,放着一帧照片,这是我与1996届学生唐汶的合影。看着他抑郁的眼睛和淡淡的微笑,我的思绪不由回到1996年的那一幕。那年6月26日,是1993级学生即将毕业离校的日子,我们全班先照了张合影,然后分散留影。作为班主任,我自然成了“焦点”,左一个,右一群,忙得不亦乐乎。正沉浸在离别的依恋与被簇拥的喜悦中,忽然,唐汶走到我面前,他似乎想说点什么,可停了停又转身走了,才走几步,像下了很大决心似地转了回来。“钟老师,我能与您单独照张像吗?”他怯怯地说。“与我?当然可以!”他一听我答应得如此爽快,禁不住流下泪来,喃喃地说:“谢谢,谢谢!”
On the desk, there was a photo, this was my group photo with 1996 student Tang Wen. Looking at his depressed eyes and a faint smile, my thoughts couldn’t help returning to the 1996 scene. On June 26 of that year, it was the day when the 1993 students were about to leave school. Our entire class took a photo of Zhang and then took photos. As the head teacher, I naturally become the “focus”, the left one, the right one, too busy. Being immersed in parting attachment and being surrounded by joy, suddenly, Tang Wen came to me and he seemed to want to say something, but he could stop and turn and walk away before he took a few steps, like a lot of determination. The ground turned back. “Mr. Zhong, can I take a picture with you alone?” he said slyly. “With me? Of course it is!” As soon as he promised me so readily, he couldn’t help but shed tears and murmured: “Thank you, thank you!”