下午,保育员端来了热气腾腾的红枣发糕。小朋友都香喷喷、甜滋滋地吃了起来,唯有春森的眼睛黯然无神,望着点心没吃。他是身体不舒服了?还是……我轻轻地走过去,用手抚摸春森的脑门问:“怎么?心里难受吗?”他摇摇头。的确,我也没感觉他发烧:“那为什么不想吃点心?”他满面愁容地告诉我:“昨天晚上,我在家里饭吃得慢,爸爸用筷子打我了。我想,今天不吃点心,晚上回到家里肚子饿了,吃饭就能快了。”原来是这么一回事。“那么你不吃点心,待会儿就没劲做体育游戏了呀。”在我的劝慰下,他才勉强 In the afternoon, the nurse came to the steaming dates of the cake. Children are fragrant, sweet to eat up, only Chunsen eyes deafening, looking at the snack did not eat. Is he uncomfortable? Or ... I walked softly, stroking Chunsen’s forehead and asked, “What’s wrong?” He shook his head. Indeed, I did not feel he had a fever: “Then why do not you want to eat dim sum?” He told me sadly: “Last night, I was eating at home slowly, my father hit me with chopsticks. Back home at night hungry, eat faster. ”It turned out to be the case. “Then you do not eat dim sum, and you will not be able to play sports games for a while.” He reluctantly