叮铃铃,上课了。伴着铃声,我走进了教室。来到教室,我兴高采烈地告知同学们,这节班会课我们来谈谈:我的爸爸妈妈。想象着这些孩子们该怎么绘声绘色地去用爱的语言来形容他们的爸爸妈妈,我很兴奋。可一节课下来,让我心头一紧的却是:孩子们却出乎意料地向我列举了家长的一系列“罪状”:(1)爸爸老逼着我去练琴。自己所有的休息日都要用来学钢琴,只有“六一”才能出来玩。“你叫我怎么乐得起来?有时我为了让 Jingle bell, class. Accompanied by ringtones, I walked into the classroom. Came to the classroom, I happily inform the students, this class we will talk about class: my father and mother. I was excited to imagine how these children should vividly describe their parents in the language of love. But after a class down, my heart is tight: children unexpectedly listed to me a series of ”guilt“: (1) father forced me to practice the old piano. All their own rest days should be used to learn the piano, only ”61“ to come out to play. ”How can you make me happy? Sometimes I give up