我心中常常隐隐地出现那酸酸的妒意。我嫉妒的既不是单位里某个方面超过我的人,也不是与我各方面条件相当的竞争对象,而是那个从我手中接过儿子、教会儿子盛饭、拿筷、吃饭不洒饭粒的老师;那个发给儿子纸和笔教他画画的老师;那个让儿子做值日生、让儿子满面生辉的老师;那个让儿子小小心胸就融进了爱意的老师……儿子,记得刚送你上幼儿园时, My sour mind often appear faintly jealousy. I am neither jealous of one person in my unit more than me, nor a competitor in all aspects of my condition, but the son who took me from my hands, taught his son to hold rice, take chopsticks, and did not eat rice A teacher who gave his son a piece of paper and a pen to teach him to paint; a teacher who let his son do a good job in daily life and gave his son full of sunshine; Just send you to kindergarten,