老师终于来信了,深长的秋夜里读他的信犹如坐在阳光下。尽管置身于微博微信时代,我的老师依然习惯用书信的方式与我交流,信笺上挤满了老师对我的关爱和期望。一个平凡的乡村教师与远在大西南工作的我再次谈起写作,不禁让我心潮起伏,如烟往事便滚滚涌来。老师姓张,教我们语文。认识他那年,我刚刚读高中。一个平常的晚自习课,一位身 The teacher finally wrote a letter, read his letter in the deep autumn night as if sitting in the sun. Despite being in Weibo WeChat era, my teacher still used to communicate with me in the way of letters filled with the teacher’s love and expectation toward me. An ordinary village teacher and I work in the far southwest once again talk about writing, can not help but let my ups and downs, such as the smoke from the past. Teacher Zhang, teach us the language. Know him that year, I just went to high school. A normal evening class, a body