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那个冬天的早晨降了一场大雪。我当时是六年级的班主任,也是语文教师。孩子们一见久违的雪花,那欢乐劲儿是无法用语言描述的。为了使学生开心,也为了让学生积累习作素材、捕捉创作灵感,我和孩子们一起踏进了雪地,融入了雪的世界。我们捧着蓬松的白雪,感受着白皑皑的大地,留下了一串串欢乐的笑声……然而,在追逐嬉戏中,有学生报告小昊在教室里,蹲在墙角不起来。我来到他的面前,轻描淡写地说:“怎么了,到外边看看雪景,男子汉,怕冷?”周围其他的孩子跟着哄笑起来。小昊低着头,红着脸,怎么也不愿起来。我动手去拉他,他甩开了我的手。我又生气又着急,使劲一把将他提了起来。天哪!
That heavy snow fell on that winter morning. I was a sixth grade teacher and a language teacher. Children see the long absence of snowflakes, that joy is awkward language can not be described. In order to make students happy, but also to allow students to accumulate materials for creative work, to capture creative inspiration, I stepped into the snow with the children, into the snow world. We are holding fluffy white snow, feeling the white earth, leaving a string of laughter ... ... However, chasing play, Xiao Hao reported in the classroom, squatting in the corner not up. I came to him, casually said: “What happened to the outside look at the snow, man, afraid of cold? ” The other children around to laugh. Xiao Hao head down, red face, how do not want to get up. I started to pull him, he throw off my hand. I was angry and anxious, hard to lift him up. God!