小A是上学期从村校转入我班的。他留着一个小平头,黑灿灿的脸上有少许的雀斑。小A的到来,没有引起大家的注意,因为他的功课实在是太差了。“你的作业怎么还没有交上来?”“你看,你怎么做的?怎么错了这么多?”这些话几乎成了我的口头禅。日子一天天过去了,小A并没有在我的责备中有所进步。今年初春的一个晌午,阳光洋洋洒洒地照着大地。我沐浴着温暖的阳光,早早地回到了教室。教室里空荡荡的,只有小A独坐 Small A is from the village school into my class last semester. He had a little flat head with a little freckles on his black face. Small A's arrival, did not draw everyone's attention, because his homework is really bad. “How do you do? How wrong so much?” These words have almost become my mantra. Day by day, small A did not make any improvements in my reproach. A noon early this year, the sun shone brightly on the ground. I bathed in warm sunshine and returned early to the classroom. Empty classroom, only a small sitting alone