她是我的同行,那天,她滔滔不绝地跟我讲述她的班级:“一天,我们养的一条小鱼死了。学生问怎么办,我说,举行葬礼。午休的时候,我们一起把小鱼葬在学校的花坛里。回来的路上,他们站成一队,一句话都不说,那种悲哀,就像失 She was my companion, and she told me endlessly about her class: ”One day a small fish we raised died, and when the students asked me what to do, I said, we held a funeral. The fish were buried in the flower beds of the school.On the way back, they stood in a team, did not say a word, the kind of sad, like lost