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我的学生,是一群破称为“残中之残”的盲童记得第一次走进盲校大门时,我的心中充满了疑惑:眼睛是心灵的窗户,盲人的世界会是什么样子呢?从来没有看到过五彩缤纷,从来不知道父母和自己的面容,这样的情景我无法想象也不愿想象。所以很长一段时间我小心翼翼,不敢对他们提起“眼睛”。有一天,一位盲生突然问我:“老师,到底什么是眼睛?”我下意识地拉起他的手放在我的镜片后,他使劲摸了半天,我的眼睛都有点疼了,他还是困惑地摇摇头。
My pupil is a group of blind children who are known as the “mutilated” remember the first time I walked into the blind school gate, my heart was full of doubts: the eyes are the windows of the soul, and what is the world of the blind It looks like it has never seen a colorful, never know their parents and face, such a scene I can not imagine do not want to imagine. So for a long time I was cautious and afraid to mention “eyes ” to them. One day, a blind student suddenly asked me: “Teacher, what is the eye in the end?” I subconsciously pulled his hand on my lens, he worked hard for a long time, my eyes a little bit of pain He still shook his head in confusion.