我常常想起我的小学老师——达时雨。小时候,学写繁体字。碰上笔画多的,达老师就教我们一些顺口溜。“一点一横长,一撇到南洋。我的耳朵长。我姓王。我今年十四岁,在一心国小上学。”这是繁体“廰”字。大厅的厅。整整25笔。我们扯开嗓门喊将起来,伸出食指把字写在空气里。一时,教室里好像挂满了大大小小失的“厅”字,叮叮当当作响。“一点一横长,二字下面口四方。两边丝绕绕,鸟儿站中央。”这是‘鸞’字。红鸾星动的‘鸾’。“ I often think of my elementary school teacher - when it rains. As a child, learn to write traditional Chinese characters. Run into more strokes, the teacher taught us some jingle. ”I’m a little bit long and I am left alone in Nanyang. My ears are long. My name is Wang. I am 14 years old and am studying in a small country.“ ”This is a traditional Chinese character.“ Hall of the hall. A total of 25 pen. We shout and shout will be up, out of the index finger to write the word in the air. For a time, the classroom seems to be covered in large and small missing ”hall “ word, rattled. ”One by one horizontal long, the word below the mouth of the Quartet on both sides around the winding, the bird standing in the center. “ This is the word. Red 鸾 star moving ’鸾’. ”