二十年前,我刚从师范学校毕业,年纪轻,个头小,一点儿也不像个教书先生。但因为是“文革”后方圆数十里第一个真正通过高考跳“农门”的人,所以我得到了邻里乡亲的格外尊重。 一天,我到镇上的理发店去理发。店主是一位熟识的老先生,和颜悦色,戴一副眼镜,很像旧小说中的账房或师爷之类的人物。见我进来,顿时满脸堆笑,恭敬有加。理完发,当我准备付账的时候,想不到他竟从口袋里掏出一张小纸条,一本正 Twenty years ago, I just graduated from normal school, young, small, and not at all a gentleman. However, because it was the first person in the tens of miles after the “Cultural Revolution” to really jump through the college entrance examination, I got the special respect of the neighborhood folks. One day, I went to the barber shop in town to get a haircut. The owner is a familiar old gentleman, nice, wearing a pair of glasses, much like the old novel in the account or the division of the characters. See me in, suddenly face smile, respectful plus. Finishing the hair, when I was ready to pay, I could not think of him actually took out a small note from his pocket, a positive