和几个同学小聚，漫无边际地聊着我们共同的过去。于是，那些尘封的往事拥挤着在脑海浮现，就像突来的潮水，留下一地的鱼虾螃蟹，蹦着跳着，心灵的沙滩不再平静。我又一次惦记起高中时的那位语文老师。记忆中，他又高又瘦，不怎么多说话。我因语文成绩好而得到他的器重，他常 With a few classmates gathered together, we chatted about our common past. Then, those dusty past events crowded in their minds, like the sudden tide, leaving the fish, crabs and crabs of the next place, jumping and jumping, and the beach of the mind was no longer calm. I once again remembered the language teacher in high school. In memory, he was tall and thin, and he didn’t speak much. I got his weight because of my good grades. He often