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你好,我的孩子们。是什么让我遇见你,在我们最美好的年华里。你天真稚气,满眼欢笑。有人说,不知怎么的,一开学,觉得自己多了48个孩子。看着你,就这样看着你,我几乎能看到你的满腔热情和胆战心惊。那时候的你不知道会有怎样的老师,怎样的小学生活,而那时候的我,不知道你是怎样的令人烦恼和惹人喜爱。你的书常常撒了满地,书包被别的孩子踢来踢去,你会在课桌上翻来覆去地画画,棕色、红色、黄色、绿色,描绘心里的彩虹。你是个小邋遢,你冲到办公室告诉我,老师,原来我流了鼻涕,难怪这么冷。你是个调皮鬼,那么多老师听课的公开课课堂,你都能偷偷躲在讲台旁要跟我说悄悄话。但
Hello, my children. What made me meet you, in our best years. You naive, full of laughter. Some people say that I do not know how to start school, I feel more than 48 children. Looked at you, so I looked at you, I can almost see your heart full of enthusiasm and trembling. At that time, you do not know what kind of teacher and what primary school life, but then I do not know how annoying and lovable you are. Your book is often filled with earth, the schoolbag is kicked by other children, and you can flip over the desk to paint, brown, red, yellow, green, and paint a rainbow of hearts. You are a kid, you rushed to the office to tell me, teacher, I had runny nose, no wonder so cold. You are a naughty boy, so many teachers lectures open classes, you can secretly hiding at the podium to follow me to whisper. but