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初秋的一天下午,一位衣着整洁、举止文雅、拘谨腼腆的男孩,局促不安地来找我。他坐在一旁默默地低着头,看都不看我一眼,双手不停地摆弄着衣角,眼睛湿润润的。我亲切地问道:“同学,您有什么事需要我帮助吗?”问了好几遍,他始终沉默不语。过了一会,他抬头飞快地扫了我一眼,说:“医生,我好苦啊,您能帮帮我吗?”我微笑着说:“当然。你有什么事,都说出来,我们一起商量解决,好吗?”于是,他断断续续地诉说了隐藏在心中快半年的苦闷。
One afternoon in early autumn, a well-dressed, elegant man with cautious stupidity came to me in a jittery manner. He sat silently bowed his head, did not look at me, his hands kept playing with the clothes, moist eyes. I kindly asked: “Students, what do you need me to help it?” Asked several times, he always silent. After a while, he glanced up at me with a quick look and said, “Doctor, I’m so bitter, can you help me?” I smiled and said: “Of course, you have something to say, we Discuss together to solve, okay? ”So, he said intermittently to hide in the heart almost six months of depression.