“在我的记忆里,她是一个温柔和美丽的人。她从来不打骂我们。仅仅有一次,她的教鞭好像要落下来,我用石板一迎,教鞭轻轻地敲在石板上,大伙笑了,她也笑了。我用儿童狡猾的眼光察觉,她爱我们,并没有存心要打的意思……像这样的老师,我们怎么会不喜欢她,怎么会不愿意和她亲近呢?” “In my memory, she is a gentle and beautiful person. She never wars us. Once, her pointer seems to be falling. I greet it with a slate and the pointer slams on the stone board. Everyone laughed, and she smiled too.I used my child’s eyes to notice that she loved us and didn’t mean to fight... For teachers like this, how could we not like her and how would we not be close to her? ?”