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那本是一年级的一节极其普通的美术课。“随意画,画出你们最喜欢的东西,好吗?”面对这些刚入学不久的小家伙,我给了他们自由发挥的空间。叽叽喳喳了一阵后,小家伙们终于安下心来去“挥毫泼墨”了,一幅幅少有人能欣赏的抽象画在孩子们潇洒随性的小手下诞生了。正在室内随意欣赏的我信步踱到最前排的桌边时,一只高高举过头顶的胖嘟嘟的小手映入眼帘,随即看到的是一张写满无限委屈的白净小脸。还叫不上小家伙名字的我轻轻摸了摸那有着一对漂亮蝴蝶结的小脑袋:“怎么了,宝贝?”可能是我的称呼有点出乎小家伙的预料吧,小姑娘低头羞涩地微微一笑,刚刚还阴云密布的小脸瞬间晴朗了几分。“老师你看,他在我的
This is a very ordinary first-year art class. ”Free to paint, draw your favorite things, okay?“ In the face of these little guys just getting started soon, I gave them the freedom to play. Twitter for a while, the little ones finally settle down to ”brush ink“, and a few people can appreciate the abstract painting in the casual children born with the child. When I walked to the forefront of the table while indulging in the room, a chubby little hand with her head held high overhead came into view. Then I saw a white little face full of infinite grievances. Also can not call the name of the little guy I gently touched the small head that has a pair of beautiful bows: ”What’s the matter, baby? “ Maybe my name is a little beyond the expectation of the little guy, the girl bow Shy smiled shyly, just overcast little face instantly clear a bit. ”Teacher you see, he is mine