我是一个老师,每天面对着学生,面对着他们的笑靥,就如面对着一群春天的鸟雀。在我教小学时,我带的班级有一个小男孩,名叫骆乐。他一人独坐一桌,很少说话,也很少和大家一块儿追逐打闹。每天,他望着窗外的花儿,默默的。已经是春天,他还戴着一顶帽子。这顶戴在头上的帽子,他看得很紧,不许别人摸,更不用说摘了。一次在操场玩,有一个叫小北的同学,很顽皮,突然摘下他的帽子,转身就跑。所有的同学都嗷一声叫,原来,他是光头。小北拿了他的帽子,就往自己头上戴。他火了,冲了过去, I am a teacher, face the students every day, in the face of their laughter, as the face of a group of spring birds. When I was in primary school, the class I brought was a little boy named Luo Le. He sat alone at a table, rarely spoke, and rarely chasing slapstick with everyone. Every day, he looked out the window of the flowers, silently. It is already spring, and he wears a hat. The top hat he wore, he looked very tight, not allowed to touch, not to mention pick it. Once in the playground to play, there is a small North named classmates, very naughty, suddenly took off his hat and turned to run. All students shouted, originally, he is bald. North took his hat, went to his own head wear. He fire, rushed in the past,