那男孩走了,瘦瘦高高的身影很快消失在走廊尽头。窗台上,放着他给我买的一箱牛奶,淡黄色的纸箱,像他说话时的眼神,纯洁而迷茫。几个男同学在教室门口探头探脑地看,有好事者高声叫道“:老师,我帮你把牛奶拿进来啊?”“不用了,我自己拿。”说着,我拎起这份沉甸甸的心意回了教室。 The boy left, and the thin, tall figure quickly disappeared at the end of the corridor. On the windowsill, there was a box of milk he had bought for me, a pale yellow cardboard box, as his eyes were, pure and confused. Several male students in the classroom entrance probe to see, there are people who shouted loudly “: Teacher, I help you get the milk in ah? ” “No, I take. ” Said, I carry From the heavy heart back to the classroom.