别每当看到年幼的孩子们尽情嬉戏时，我总忆起那个被我伤害过的极可爱的小男孩。那是10年前，我刚为人师，在一个山村教语文。一次写作课，我布置了一个说话题，围绕“梦”说一段话。学生争先恐后地发言，其中有不少想象力极丰富的孩子受到了我的表扬。最后一个小男孩怯怯地举 Whenever I see young children playing frantically, I always remember the very cute little boy I had hurt. It was 10 years ago when I was a teacher and taught Chinese in a mountain village. In a writing class, I arranged a topic and said something about the dream. The students scrambled to speak in vain, and many of these children who were very imaginative were praised by me. The last little boy was slamming