那年,我二十四岁。教书两年。那里,是我待了两年的地方:泥墙,凹凸不平的黑板,漏雨的瓦房,还有长满野草的操场。每天早上,骑着一辆自行车,带去满腔的热情跨进学校;每天中午,和几位老师一起,自己生火做饭;每天下午,又骑着自行车,走街串巷做家访。那时,总觉得自己有燃烧不完的激情。回忆起来,是与天真、纯朴的学生甜蜜相处,为我的激情燃烧添薪升温。记忆首先寻觅到的是一个叫波波的孩子。对, That year, I was twenty-four years old. Teaching for two years. There, I spent two years in the place: mud walls, uneven blackboards, leaking tile-roofed houses, and weeds covered playground. Every morning, riding a bicycle, with full of enthusiasm into the school; every day at noon, together with several teachers, cooking their own fire; every afternoon, they rode a bike, go home and talk home. At that time, always feel that they have endless passion burning. Memories, it is sweet and innocent students get along, for my passion burning Tim heating. Memory first look for is a Bobo children. Correct,