早晨入园时,兰兰噘着小嘴,独自在活动室的后面抹眼泪。我连忙走了过去,关切地问:“兰兰,哪儿不舒服?”“没有。”“爸爸、妈妈批评你了?”“没有。”兰兰依旧用手揉着眼睛。看到这情景,我把她拉到怀里。一边抚摸着她的头,一边柔声地问:“那你能告诉老师为什么这么伤心吗?”“老师……”她欲言又止。“尽管说,老师相信兰兰是个好孩子。”我握着她的手,鼓励她。 When entering the park in the morning, Lan Lan pouted a small mouth and wiped his tears alone behind the activity room. I quickly walked past, asked with concern: “Lan Lan, where uncomfortable?” “No.” “Dad, mom criticized you?” “No,” Lan Lan still rubbed his eyes with his hand. When I saw this scene, I pulled her into her arms. While stroking her head, softly asked: “Then you can tell the teacher why so sad?” “The teacher ... ...” She paused. “Despite that, the teacher believes Lanlan is a good boy.” I hold her hand and encourage her.