表面油盐不进的孩子,内心却是--从教十余年,我一直无法忘记一只青苹果,一尾快乐游动的鱼儿,还有一个叫君的少年。“小萝卜头”是我心里给君取的外号,君的个子矮小,又黑又瘦,总是穿一件污迹斑斑的、醒目红色的短袖衫。他的额头、脖子、胳膊……凡是裸露的部位,永远都是黑黢黢的,浑身上下散发着一股难闻的气味。上课铃响后,最后一个进教室的孩子一定是君。他东张西望,右手提着裤子一条腿,慢吞吞地走来,落座后像小狗一样趴在教室最后面的座位上。安分片如此懵懂少年 Children do not enter the surface salt, the heart is - from teaching more than ten years, I have been unable to forget a green apple, a happy swimming fish, there is a boy named Jun. “Radish head ” is my nickname to the king, Jun’s short, dark and thin, always wear a stained, eye-catching red short-sleeved shirt. His forehead, neck, arms ... all the exposed parts, always black, covered with an unpleasant odor. After the bell rang, the last one into the classroom must be a child. He looked around, his right hand carrying one of his legs pants, walked slowly, like a dog sitting like a dog lying in the rearmost seat of the classroom. Ann chip so ignorant juvenile