“地上的牛奶是谁踩的?”随着我的一声大吼,教室里顿时鸦雀无声,孩子们都抬头看着我,一脸无辜。过了一会儿,一只小手颤抖地举起来,是小霞:“老师,今天早上我进来的时候,地上的牛奶已经泼了,不是我。”这虽然是个调皮的孩子,但我知道她是不会骗人的,心里的火顿时消了些:“那你进来的时候有没有看到谁经过这里?”“没有!”“我也没看到。” “Who on the floor of the milk?” “With my roar, the classroom immediately silent, the children looked up at me, a look of innocence. After a while, a small hand shook up and it was Xiaoxia: ”Teacher, when I came in this morning, the milk on the ground was poured, not me.“ Although this is a naughty child, I know her Is not a lie, the heart of the fire suddenly disappear: ”Did you see who came here when you come? “ ”“ ”“ I did not see. ”