清晨,碧蓝碧蓝的天空,飘动着一缕缕彩霞。这时,正是学校升旗的时候。五星红旗冉冉升起,在空中迎风飘扬。雄壮而嘹亮的国歌,在我的耳边响起。作为一个人民教师,每当我看到一排排少先队员,仰起那一张张幸福而稚嫩的脸,用一双双黑得发亮的眼睛,注视着庄严、鲜艳的五星红旗时,我的眼前就出现了可爱的弟弟的形象。他用一对祈求的大眼睛,急迫地问我:“姐姐,杨老师说,咱们是中国人,真的吗?” Early in the morning, the blue sky and blue sky flared. At this time, it is time for the school to raise its flag. Five-star red flag rising in the air fluttering in the wind. The magnificent and loud anthem sounded in my ears. As a teacher of the people, whenever I saw rows of young pioneers, looking up the happy and immature faces, looking at the solemn, bright five-starred red flag Immediately appeared a lovely brother’s image. With a pair of big eyes that he prayed, he asked me urgently: “Sister, Teacher Yang said that we are Chinese and really?”