早晨,我在匆匆忙忙做早饭。忽然,菜刀一横,把手指也划破了。我草草地包扎了一下,便赶去幼儿园上班了。下课后,丽丽小朋友小心翼翼地走到我的身边,怯生生地对我说,“修老师,您的手指怎么了?”我说:“没关系的,被菜刀碰了一下。”“还疼吗?”“不疼。”“您怎么不小心一点!”说完,她伸出稚嫩的小手,轻轻地抚摸着我那受了伤的手指。那神情,好象要分担我的痛苦似的。我的心—阵颤动,继而涌起一 In the morning, I was hurried for breakfast. Suddenly, a chopper horizontal, the fingers are also scratched. I haphazard bandaged a bit, they rush to kindergarten to work. After class, Lily children carefully walked to me, timidly said to me, “Teacher repair, what happened to your finger?” I said: “Never mind, was chopper touched.” “Still hurt? ”“ No pain. ”“ Why do not you be careful! ”Finished, she stretched out a tender little hand and gently stroked my wounded finger. That look, as if to share my pain like. My heart - burst trembling, then one