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事情发生在1993年3月的一个早上。春雨,不知疲倦地淅沥淅沥地下着。我和学员们打着雨伞,到鄄城县委党校参加定期辅导。由于王丙文老师(教务科科长、县委党校高级讲师)还没来,学员们在教室里自由地支配着属于自己的时间。有的在翻阅教材,有的在赶写尚未完成的作业,有的在窃窃私语地聊天,也有的干脆到教室的走廊下“观雨”。“哟,八点多了,王老师怕是不来了吧?”走廊下,有个穿夹克衫的男同志看了下手表说。“不会的,王老师一向……”身边的那位穿西服、打领带的青年还没说完,就指着裹在雨丝里晃动的伞影说:“那不是王老师?”学员们像接到了命令似地急忙寻找自己的位子。接着,教室里便是鸦雀无声。“对……对不起,我……我来晚了。”那轻细的话语,
It happened one morning in March 1993. Spring rain, tirelessly patted the ground with. I and students umbrella, Juancheng County Party School to participate in regular counseling. As the teacher Wang Bingwen (Dean of Academic Affairs, Senior Lecturer of County Party School) have not come yet, students are free to dominate their own time in the classroom. Some are reading teaching materials, others are writing jobs that have not been completed yet, others are whispering to chatting, and some simply go to the corridors of classrooms to watch the rain. “Yo, more than eight o’clock, Wang is afraid of not coming?” “Corridor, a gay men wearing a jacket looked under the watch said. ”No, Teacher Wang has always been ... “ around the wearing suits, tie the youth has not finished, pointing to the shadows wrapped in rain swaying umbrella said: ”That is not Teacher Wang? The students hurried to find their seats as received. Then, the classroom was silent. “I’m sorry, I ... I’m late.” "That light word,