说起包容,一幕幕往事便扑面而来。夏日的一天,我坐在座位上写作业,突然钢笔堵住了。大热天里本来就心情烦躁,加之作业堆积如山,更是心急如焚,便使劲一甩。糟糕!一大滴墨水飞溅到同桌的白衬衣上。我诚惶诚恐,连连道歉。他见我如此不安,淡然一笑:“没关系,就当添了一朵小花吧!”透过同桌那坦然的目光,我知道了什么是包容——它是一种雅量,也是一种风度。 Speaking of tolerance, scenes from the past will be blowing. One summer day, I sat in the seat to write homework, and suddenly the pen was blocked. Hot weather has always been irritable mood, coupled with homework mountains, but also anxious, they shoved off. Oops, a big drop of ink splashes onto the white shirt at the same table. I am terrified, repeatedly apologize. He saw me so upset, indifferent smile: “It does not matter, when the Tim added a little flower!” Through the same table that calm eyes, I know what is inclusive - it is a magnanimous, but also a demeanor.