一个春天的晚上,我去一所中学找位老朋友,由于不知道她住几楼,我开始打听。其实,那幢楼对我来说并不陌生。十年前,我还是一个扎小辫的学习委员时,曾抱着大沓本子来这儿交给老师们批改。十年了,新楼成旧楼,我已不记得当年曾敲过的门。朋友不久前搬入,我按估计的楼层敲开一扇门, One spring night, I went to a middle school looking for an old friend, because I do not know how many floors she lived, I began to inquire. In fact, that building is no stranger to me. Ten years ago, when I was a study committee member with a pigtail, I handed over a large pile of books to teachers for correction here. Ten years, the new building into an old building, I do not remember the door knocked over. Friends moved in not long ago, I knocked on the door according to the estimated floor,