那年秋末，我接了一个新班。上第一节课，有一个很“特别”的孩子引起了我的注意：他头发凌乱，面黄肌瘦，衣服脏得已看不出原来的颜色。“这孩子怎么这样？”我不禁皱起了眉头。下了课，我把他叫出教室，没好气地说：“你也是四年级的学生了，看你脏成什么样子了？”他抬头看 At the end of autumn, I took a new class. On the first lesson, there was a very “special” child caught my attention: his hair was messy, pale and skinny, the clothes were so dirty that they could not see the original colors. “How’s this kid?” I frowned. After class, I called him out of the classroom, said snappily: “You are also a fourth grade students, look at your dirty into what?” He looked up