去年开斋节,我家来了一位不速之客,这位客人已八年之久不曾相见了。初见面时,我几乎认不出来了,他的个头很高,人很洒脱,但一开口,记忆中那永远不变的口音,仍清晰依然,这便是我当初第一次踏上讲台时认识的一个孩子。我很随意地将他让进屋,沏茶,让座,随后便聊了起来,从学校 Eid al-Fitr last year, my family came an uninvited guest, the guest has not met for eight years. When I first met, I almost could not recognize it. He was very tall and very free and easy, but at the opening, the everlasting accent in his memory remained clear and clear. This was the first time I first set foot on the podium A child to know. I am free to let him into the house, tea, seat, and then talk up from school