一天早晨,当我训练完学生舞蹈穿过大厅的时候,我看见了他——那个曾和我有过几面之缘的小男孩。只见他声音嘶哑地大喊:“我不要你,我要找妈妈!”双手还不停地掰开拉在他胳膊上的一双大手,眼里含着泪花,一边祈求老师放了他,一边追寻着母亲的背影。看着这个可爱的小男孩,我走了过去。他像看见了救命稻草似的,一下子抓住了我。我微笑着抚摸着他的头问:“怎么啦?”男孩抽泣着说:“我不喜欢她,我喜欢 One morning, when I trained my student dance through the hall, I saw him - the little boy who had had a few nagging edges with me. I saw his voice shouted hoarsely: ”I do not want you, I want to find my mother! “ His hands also kept breaking in the arms of a pair of big hands, tears in his eyes, while praying for the teacher put him , While looking after her mother’s back. Looked at this cute little boy, I walked over. He looked like a life-saving straw, grabbed me at once. I smiled and stroked his head and asked: ”What happened?“ The boy sobbed and said: ”I do not like her, I like