操场上，孩子们在无拘无束地嬉戏玩耍。教室的一个角落里，他紧皱双眉，在自己的座位上一言不发。我走过去与他交谈，他不敢抬头，更不敢与我对视，那可怜兮兮的样子真让人心痛。八九岁的孩子，正是活泼好动的年龄。而他，为什么会把自己心灵的大门紧锁？我一定要设法打开... On the playground, children play and play freely. In a corner of the classroom, he wrinkled his eyebrows and did not say anything in his seat. I walked to talk with him, he did not dare look up, but also afraid to look at me, that pitiful looks really heartbreaking. The age of eight or nine is the lively age. And he, why the door to his soul locked? I must try to open ...