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文万木,我25年前的老师,名字跟他的人一样简单、剔透、执著。老师个子不高,但在我记忆却十分伟岸;老师其貌不扬,但在我心中却十分潇洒;一口地道的川腔,却也抑扬顿挫,铿锵有力;他教物理课,却写一笔漂亮的字,画一手精美的画;若以当下的教师素养要求考量,文老完全称不上合格:讲课时没有一丝笑容,眼神也几乎不与学生交流,始终望着天花板,眼睛骨碌碌地随着讲解的内容而转动。但在我的眼中,他却是那么专注那么炫酷。
Wen Wanmu, my teacher 25 years ago, was as simple, transparent and persistent as his name. The teacher is not tall, but my memory is very grand; the teacher does not look good, but in my heart is very chic; an authentic Sichuan, but also fluctuate, powerful, he taught physics lessons, but wrote a beautiful word, Draw an exquisite painting; if you consider the current teacher literacy requirements, the literati are completely unqualified: there is no smile in the lecture, and the eyes are almost not communicated with the students. They always look at the ceiling and follow the contents of the lecture. And turn. But in my eyes, he is so focused and so cool.