第一次去北山时,我还在一所偏僻的山乡当教师。兴许基于僻乡寂寥单调的生活缘由,那年盛夏的一个丽日,我们这群青一色的山乡教员们在一番嘻嘻哈哈的吵闹声中,急不可耐地爬上那辆康明斯大卡车,随着车轮扬起的一阵尘土,晃晃悠悠地驶向西山哑豁口。随后在一番颠簸中,蠕出那条蜿蜒迂回的砂石路,急切朝县城平坦的公路驶去。汽车绕过县城,折向一条东去的柏油公路。习习晨风中,路旁一株株闪亮的青杨枝叶犹如串串透着光泽的绿珠,在斑驳陆离的光晕中极力展显着它们婀娜的姿 When I first went to Beishan, I was still a teacher in a remote mountain village. Perhaps based on loneliness and loneliness in life, on a beautiful day in midsummer that year, our youthful Shanxiang teachers climbed impatiently onto the Cummins truck as they jumped and jittered, A wave of dust rising from the wheel dangled to the West Hill dumbfounded. Then in some turbulence, creeping out of that meandering winding gravel road, eagerly toward the county flat road to go. The car bypassed the county seat and turned to an east-bound asphalt road. Morning breeze practice, the roadside a shiny green Poplar branches and leaves like a string of transparent green beads, in the variegated halo in their efforts to show their graceful posture