从事教育工作多年,空闲之际,时常使我回想起许多往事。这些往事的回忆,大多数是令人愉快的,然而,有一件事却至今仍在我脑海中作祟,那是关于一个男孩的回忆。比利转入四年级我班时,我还是个富于幻想的新教师。他母亲是个酒鬼,他的父亲早已遗弃了她和他们唯一的孩子比利。 Engaged in education for many years, free time, often reminds me of many past events. Most of the memories of these past events are enjoyable. However, one thing still affects my mind to this day. It is a memory of a boy. When Billy transferred to fourth grade in my class, I was still a fanciful new teacher. His mother was an alcoholic and his father had abandoned her and her only child, Billy.