读完《穷人的风骨》,我的眼睛潮湿了。我知道,这不仅仅是因为记起了在贫穷中摸爬滚打的岁月,也不仅仅是有感于老师对学生无声的关爱,更多的是欣赏着了解自家的钱是什么样儿的女孩,特别是敬佩着那为五元钱特地在深秋的风里赶到学校送还给老师的父亲。是的,最令我感动与敬佩的是 After reading “The Poor People”, my eyes were wet. I know that it’s not just because I remembered the years when I was in poverty. I didn’t just feel the teacher’s silent care for the students, but also the appreciation of what the money was like. The girl, in particular, admired the father who had rushed to the school and returned it to the teacher for the five-dollar special purpose in the autumn wind. Yes, what moved me and admired me most