伟是一个胖乎乎的男孩,个子比我还高。白白的脸蛋,高高的额头,无论什么时候都能看到他一脸的笑意。每天他都穿着干干净净的衣服,背着干干净净的书包,一路小跑着冲进教室。如果不是他那呆板的眼神,不是他那控制不住的笑容,你根本无法将他与自闭症孩子联系在一起。从女儿转学到这个班开始,我就有意无意地听到了这个孩子的信息。刚开始的那一个月,女儿每天晚上都要惊醒几次,半夜搂着我开始哭诉:妈妈,我不想在这个班读书,我要回到咱们原来的 Wei is a chubby boy, taller than me. White face, tall forehead, no matter when you can see his face smile. Every day he was wearing clean clothes, carrying a clean school bag, ran all the way trotting into the classroom. If not his dull eyes, not his uncontrollable smile, you simply can not associate with autistic children. When I transferred from her daughter to this class, I heard the child’s message intentionally or unintentionally. The first month, my daughter woke up a few times every night, midnight hug me began to cry: Mom, I do not want to study in this class, I want to return to our original