阳光从窗棂漫进来,越过窗下的栅栏,越过密密的樟树叶,懒洋洋地漫进我的办公室——新的一天正如这初阳慢慢地走近,也如即将到来的刘洋——我这样比喻他,是因为从电话那端,从他汩汩如涌泉的讲述中,我感受到一个高三学生不绝如缕的憧憬和细致入微的爱的体验。刚上高三不久的那些日子,我翻出史铁生的《我与地坛》。读完,我已泪流满面。我已回忆不起高一跟随老师学习史铁生时的景况,那时的漫不经心居然让我今 The sunshine came in through the window sill, across the fence under the window, over the dense camphor leaf, lazily into my office - the new day slowly approached as the early Yang, and as the upcoming Liu Yang - I like him metaphor like this because from the phone side, from his wandering fountain, I feel the inexplicable yearning and meticulous love experience of a senior. Just those days when I was in High School, I turned up “I and the altar” of Shi Tiesheng. After reading, I have burst into tears. I can not recall the situation when high school followed the teacher to learn Shi Tiesheng, when I was so careless that I