下课了,我走进了办公室,把刚刚发生在课堂上的一则因语音混淆而闹的笑话说给邻座的王老师听。王老师是我的启蒙老师,早已过了不惑之年,当年乌黑发亮的秀发现如今染上了一层白霜。我兴致勃勃地展开叙述……王老师轻轻放下手中的笔,摘下老花镜,神情专注地听着。也许是笑话引起了历经岁月沧桑的王老师的共鸣,她那布满皱纹的脸渐渐地舒展开来,向着我微微地笑。 After class, I walked into the office and talked to a teacher Wang, who was next to me, about a jumble of speech that just happened in the classroom. Teacher Wang is my enlightenment teacher, long past the age of perplexity, when the shiny black hair is now infected with a layer of hoar frost. I am excited to expand the narrative ... ... Wang gently put down the pen, take the reading glasses, look attentively listening. May be a joke caused by the vicissitudes of life experienced Wang teacher resonance, her wrinkled face gradually stretch, smiled toward me slightly.