儿子上四年级时,一天下午没按时回家,我去学校找他。刚走近教室,就听到老师严厉的训斥声。隔着玻璃窗可以看见,教室里散乱地坐着几个学生,个个茸拉着脑袋,屏声静气,儿子也在其中。我不知一向循规蹈矩的儿子犯了什么错。这时,老师从讲桌上拿起一本作业本,对着儿子厉声训道:“你这是写 Son on the fourth grade, one afternoon afternoon did not go home on time, I went to school to find him. Just approached the classroom, I heard the teacher severely scold the sound. Seen through the glass window can be seen, scattered in the classroom, sitting a few students, all pulled their heads velvety, screen static, son is also among them. I do not know what the wrong son has always behaved wrong. At this time, the teacher picked up a homework from the desk, sternly against his son: "You write