下课了,学生们围到我办公桌旁来,看看这,摸摸那。我笑着,任凭他们探寻对我的好奇。吴世典看看我放在桌上的照片,摇晃着小脑袋喃喃自语。我笑问:“你自言自语什么呢?说我听听呀!”他指着照片上北国林场覆满厚厚白雪的小木屋说:“老师,这是你外婆家吗?”我的心,顿时照进一片明媚的光。茫茫雪原,一间挂着红灯笼的白雪木屋外,我穿着白色羽绒服,围着红色围巾。这孩子, Get out of class, the students around to my desk, take a look at this, touch it. I laughed, let them explore the curiosity to me. Wu Shidian look at my photos on the table, shaking his head muttered to himself. I laughed and asked: “What do you say to yourself? Say I hear it!” He pointed to the picture of a small wooden house covered with thick white snow in a woodland field in North China. He said: “Teacher, is this your grandmother? ”My heart, suddenly shone into a bright light. The vast snow field, a white snow wooden house with a red lantern, I am wearing a white jacket and a red scarf. This kid,