“红豆生南国,春来发几枝。劝君多采撷,此物最相思。”每逢我听到这首诗,便不知不觉地陷入了沉思,想起了我刚参加工作时教过的一个叫红豆的小男孩儿,他使我久久不能忘怀…… 小红豆刚来时,才4岁,南方人,浑身上下滚溜圆:圆圆的脑袋,红朴朴的脸,滚圆的胳膊像两个小棒槌,短而粗的两条小腿往那一站,就像两根圆柱子。怪不得他妈给他起这个名子,还真像颗圆圆的小红豆呢。 “Red beans are born in the South, the spring to send a few sticks. Advise you more picks, the most Acacia.” Every time I heard this poem, they unconsciously lost in thought, I remembered when I first joined the work taught a Little boy called red beans, he made me a long time can not forget ... ... Little red beans just came, only 4 years old, southerners, rolling around the rolling round: round head, red simple face, rounded arms like two A small clubstick, short and thick two legs to that station, like two columns. No wonder his mother gave him the name, really like a round of small red beans yet.