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一一个普通的早晨,寒风凛冽。孩子们鱼贯而出,如小树般排列在操场上。我同往常一样,站在一(3)班队伍的后面。在密密麻麻的队伍之中,吴雄芬老师突然沿着队伍,躬身而来——在每个孩子面前,她都停留了几秒钟,用自己的双手拢住孩子的手。离最后的我越来越近,我清晰地听见她嘟囔着:“冷吧,冷吧,手冷吧!”满是怜惜与心疼。感动刹那间击中了我,没有任何刻意,爱意就那么自然而然地流露出来。我也学着她,试着“抱抱”
An ordinary morning, cold and windy. Children stick out, like trees arranged in the playground. As usual, I stand behind one (3) team. Among the crowded ranks, Wu Xiongfen suddenly along the team, bending over - in front of every child, she stayed for a few seconds, with their own hands close child’s hand. From the last I get closer and closer, I clearly heard her muttering: “cold, cold, cold hand!” Full of pity and distressed. Touched an instant hit me, without any intention, love so naturally revealed. I also learn her, try “hug ”