三年前我在的地方,适合做梦。距省城二百多公里,隔着金沙江,对面是四川;学校就坐落在江这边的一个山包上,抬头满眼苍莽,虽不是在泰山,但已经小天下。我知道,我已经来到云南北部的边界,并将长久地在着,每夜枕着深切下去的大江安眠。与我同路分配到这里的是一个年龄和我相仿的年轻伙子,整个学校,就我们两个二十多岁的老师,教着全校二十一个学生,学前班到三年级,我们像包工头,融语数体美思于 Where I was three years ago, I was dreaming. Two hundred kilometers away from the provincial capital, across the Jinsha River, across from Sichuan; the school is located on the river side of a mountain package, looked up and covered with vastness, though not in Mount Tai, but already small world. I know that I have come to the border in the northern part of Yunnan Province and will sleep peacefully in Odae, a city that lasted forever, every night. I was assigned to be here with a young man of my age. The entire school, our two twenties teachers, taught the whole school twenty-one students, preschool to third grade. We are like contractors Melt the number of beautiful thinking