亲爱的陈老师，你还记得你曾执教过的莲乡山村小学吗？你还记得在那闷热潮湿的房子里，你经常打着蒲扇为我们批改作业的情景吗？如今，你还在三尺讲台上呕心沥血哺育祖国的花朵吗？记得28年前一个美丽的早晨，父亲对我说：“文儿，先生来了，吃完饭让妈妈带你会上学。”当时， Dear Teacher Chen, do you remember Lianxiang Mountain Primary School, which you coached? Do you remember that in your hot and humid house, do you often punctuate the fan for our homework scene? Are you still nurturing the flowers of the motherland on the three-foot podium today? I remember a beautiful morning 28 years ago, my father said to me: “Wen, Mr. came, after dinner so that my mother will take you to school.” At that time,