56岁的我去了小学同学会,想看看当年12岁的玩伴们今天变成了什么样。那是1964年,我们12岁。那是个有“座右铭”的时代:我们的书桌都有一张透明的玻璃,玻璃下面压着对自己的提醒、勉励、期许。讲台上的老师,用循循善诱的口吻说:“你们的前途是光明的,只要努力……”56岁的我们,围着餐桌而坐,一一站起来自我介绍,因为不介绍,就认不出谁是谁。我们的眼睛暗了,头发白了,密密的皱纹自额 56-year-old I went to primary school students, would like to see 12-year-old playmates today what has become. That was 1964, we were 12 years old. It was a time when there was a “motto”: all of our desks had a transparent glass underneath the glass with a reminder of them, encouraging and expecting. Podium teacher, with the temptation to tell the tone: “Your future is bright, just work hard ... ” 56-year-old we sat around the table, one by one stand up to introduce themselves, because they do not introduce, to recognize Who is who? Our eyes are dark, white hair, dense wrinkles since the amount