一天,我看见班上的一个小朋友在哭。一问,原来是他从家里带来的一本新书被别人撕坏了。他边哭边说:“这书是我从家里拿来的,是妈妈给我买的。”可我怎么劝他也没有用,他还是一个劲的哭,直到我答应给他把书补好,才勉强停止了哭。这件事给我的印象很深,当时我想,孩子这样爱惜、心疼自家的书,仅仅撕坏了一点就哭得这么伤心,而班上这些书已残缺不全,为什么一点不心疼、不伤心呢?关键还在于他们的心目中只有“小家”而没有我们集体这个“大家”。 One day, I saw a kid crying in class. When asked, it turned out that a new book he had brought from home was torn apart by others. He was crying and saying, “This book was from home and was bought by my mother.” But how did I persuade him that he did not work, and he kept crying until I promised to make him a good book Only barely stopped crying. I was deeply impressed by the incident. At that time, I thought that children cherish so much that they feel bad about their own books. They just cry a little and cried so sadly. However, these books in the class are incomplete. Why do not they feel distressed at all? What else? The key point is that they only have “little home” in their minds without the “everybody” in our collective.