八年前,我从大学毕业后去了一所偏远的乡村中学教书,校园破旧、设备落后、信息闭塞,好长一段时间,我都沉浸在一种无以名状的郁闷之中,总觉得生活与理想相差甚远。第二年春天,学校在教学楼边修建了一个花坛,没种姹紫嫣红的鲜花,只种了一种不知名的青草,叶片像韭菜叶一样细长碧绿,一年到头都是老样子,像是一头散乱的青丝,让人不愿多瞧一眼。 Eight years ago, after graduating from college, I went to a remote rural middle school to teach. The campus was old, the equipment was backward, and the information was blocked. For a long time, I was immersed in an indescribable depression and I always felt that life A far cry from the ideal. In the spring of the next year, the school built a flowerbed on the edge of the school building. No colorful flowers were planted. Only an unknown grass was planted. The leaves were as slender green as the leek leaves. They were all the same all year round, like a mess. The black silk does not want one more glance.