“老师,我也要写出一部小车来。”七年了,这句话总会时不时地萦绕在我的耳际。特别是当自己看到求知若渴的学生围着他的老师求解疑难的时候,当在校园里看到如今长得跟自己一般高的他的时候,当听到他很有礼貌地叫我“何老师,您好!”的时候,我的心就愧疚不已。那是七年前的冬天,我被安排 “Teacher, I have to write a car to come.” “Seven years, this sentence always linger in my ears from time to time. Especially when he saw thirsty students around his teacher to solve problems, when you see him on campus now grow taller than himself, when he heard him politely called me ”Teacher Ho, hello!", My heart is endlessly guilty. It was winter seven years ago, I was arranged