天还未全亮,山间一道水涧汩汩冒着泡,映着天边一轮脉脉的弯月。几颗暗淡的星睁着疲惫的眼,照着一条崎岖的山路上满是泥泞。“一一,一二一……”白茫茫的大雾中飘出一阵稚嫩的呼号声。喊声渐渐清晰了,一群十三四岁的少年踏雾而来。他们望着领头的青年,笑意盈面。这是个二十来岁的山区支教教师,每天清晨带着一群山里的娃娃,赶在星光朦胧、太阳未出间走出大山,走向山的彼岸,那儿有一座孤独而破旧 The sky is still not all bright, a water stream in the mountains 汩 汩 braved the bubble, reflecting the crescent of a vein on the horizon. Several dingy eyes with tired eyes, according to a rugged mountain full of muddy. “One by one, one two one ... ...” "White fog floated a while immature callsign. Shouting gradually clear, a group of 13-year-old boy riding misty come. They look at the leading youth, smiling. This is a twenty-year-old mountain education teacher, every morning with a group of dolls in the mountains, catch the starry, the sun is not out of the mountains, toward the other side of the mountain, there is a lonely and shabby