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三十多年前我陪英国老朋友李侬到伦敦西郊去看望她的老师。老师七十多了,跟老伴住在一幢破旧的红砖农舍里,种菜、种花、种水果,精神好得不得了,每天早上读书写笔记,案头竖着十几本笔记簿,都很厚,书皮都残破,手迹倒整齐,不涂不改,李侬说老师的字几十年都这样,像他的络腮胡子那么讲究。她说老师早年在学校里教她读文学经典,相貌酷似年轻的劳伦斯,一对深邃的眼神透着忧郁,清癯一张脸,长年敷上薄薄的风霜。听说是世家子弟,不求闻达,坐拥满室缥缃,情愿一辈子看
Thirty years ago I accompanied my old friend Lee Nong to the western suburbs of London to visit her teacher. More than seventy teachers, living with her husband in a shabby red brick farmhouse, planting vegetables, flowers, fruits, very good spirit, reading and writing notes every morning, a dozen notebook desk tips, are Thick, the book cover is broken, tidy tidy hand, not painted is not changed, Lee Nong said the teacher’s word for decades, so be at ease as his beard so particular. She said the teacher taught her to read literary classics early in school. She looks exactly like a young Lawrence. She has a deep look of melancholy, a clear face, and a thin wind for many years. I heard that it is a family of children, do not ask for the news, sitting room filled, willing to look forever