“戴老师,你的儿子又和同学打架了。”“阿戴,我又看到你的儿子站在办公室里了。”几位同事看见我时,都纷纷地对我说。唉!这孩子怎么又惹事了,回家一定要挨打,我的火气又上来了。可理智很快让我冷静下来,我想其中必有原委。放学铃声响了,儿子耷拉着头走到我身边。我装着什么都不知道的样子:“怎么,今天不开心?是不是又不乖,挨批评了?”“做错事没关系,只要能改正,能汲取教训,还是好孩子。”我这样说道。然后便骑着自行车带着他回家了。 “Wearing a teacher, your son fights with his classmates. ” “Ard, and I see your son standing in the office.” “When several colleagues saw me, they all said to me. Alas! How did this child make trouble again, be sure to be beaten back home, my anger is up again. Reasonable calm down quickly for me, I think there must be the whole story. The school bell rang, my son pulled his head and walked to me. I do not know what I am wearing: ”How are you unhappy today? Are you unruly, criticized?“ ”It does not matter if you make a mistake, as long as you can correct it, you can learn from it and be a good boy.“ ” I say so. Then he took him home by bike.