三十多年过去了,但对一个人的怀念没有过去。穿过岁月时空隧道,我常常看到一位白发满头的女教授从我记忆的旷野里款款走来。略显富态但又雍容的身影步履珊珊,渐行渐近,白发下细嫩的脸上却看不到岁月的沧桑。春风荡漾着她微微的笑容,鼻梁上架着厚厚的镜片,在校园里柔软的阳光下闪闪发亮,蓬松洁净的白发,在明媚的春光映衬下熠熠生辉。麓山脚下微风乍起,林荫道上枯槁的叶子沙沙作响,女教授苍苍白发轻轻飘动,飘来了沁人的书香,飘来了学 Thirty years have passed, but the memory of a person has not passed. Through the years of time and space tunnels, I often see a white-haired female professor come from my memory of the wilderness. Slightly rich but grace figure walking Shanshan, approaching, white hair under the delicate face but can not see the vicissitudes of years. The spring breeze rippled her slight smile, her nose was framed with thick lenses, shimmering in soft sunlight on campus, and fluffy and clean white hair shining brightly against the backdrop of bright spring light. Foothills at the foot of the breeze at a glance, the clumpy leaves on the avenue rustling, the woman professor pale gray hair wavering, floated Qin Shu scholar, floated to learn