1985年的鸡毛信1985年的夏天,我上小学四年级。教我语文的是新换的一个女老师,姓李。李老师二十七八岁的模样,长得很清秀,两年前刚刚离婚,独自带着一个女儿生活。在那个精神和物质都极其朴素的年代,离婚,在我们当时的那个农村小镇,是极少被人们提及的一个敏感话题。我不知道李老师是因为什么缘故离的婚,也从没有见过他的前夫来过我们的学校,但年少的我却知道,正是因为离婚,李老师成了我们镇子上一个 1985 chicken feather letter 1985 summer, I went to fourth grade. Teach me my new language is a female teacher, surnamed Li. Twenty-seven-year-old teacher looks like, looks very handsome, just divorced two years ago, alone with a daughter life. In that very spiritual and material age, divorce, in our then-rural town, was one of the less frequently mentioned topics. I do not know why Teacher Li was divorced because of any reason, and I had never seen his ex-husband come to our school. But as young as I knew, it was because of the divorce that Teacher Li became our town.