那还是孩提时代的事。小学四年级,我们的班主任姓李,是个相貌平平的老头,心肠挺好,教学也很有一套,可就是脾气怪怪的。这天下午有节劳动课。李老师带着我们到学校的后山捡柴,让我们捡地上的枯树枝。我和三名同学跑向后山顶,边跑边捡。在一棵大树旁,我发现了一堆枯干的小树枝,急忙奔过去。跑着跑着,我脚一滑跌进 That is still a childhood thing. Fourth grade primary school, our class teacher surnamed Li, is a plain old man, good heart, teaching is also a set, but it is strange temper. There is a working class this afternoon. Teacher Li took us to the back of the school to collect firewood, let’s pick up dry branches on the ground. I ran to the top with three classmates and picked up while running. Beside a big tree, I found a bunch of withered twigs and rushed over. Running ran, my feet slip into