作为老师,每一个有自习的晚上,我们都坐在办公室里,或者坐在教室里,淹没在我们布置给学生、然后学生交给我们的堆积如山的作业堆中。不时之间,我们抬头看看办公室里的天花板,或者看一下和我们同样淹没在书堆中的学生。一个偶然的时刻,我望了望窗外的星空,突然想起了记忆中曾经美丽的充满遐想的儿时的星空。 As a teacher, for each study-free night, we all sit in the office or sit in the classroom, drowning in the heapy pile of work that we assign to the students and then the students give us. From time to time, we look up to see the ceiling in the office, or look at the students who are also submerged in the pile with us. A chance moment, I looked out the window of the stars, suddenly remembered the memory of the once beautiful reverie of the childhood sky.