一新学期的第一次作业交上来了,一大摞整齐崭新的本子放在办公桌上,仿佛都能嗅到初印的墨香。批阅过程中,我发现其中夹着一个旧本子,封面有些破损,都卷起边了,这是上学期用过的。隔天的早读,我到班后找到那名学生,询问他:“为什么不用新本子?” The first assignment of a new semester comes up, a large pile of neat and fresh books on the desk, as if both can smell the ink of the early India. During the review, I found that there was an old book in it, some of the cover was damaged, and both of them were curled up, which was used during the last semester. The next morning’s reading, I went to class to find the student, asked him: “Why do not you have a new book? ”