早上走进教室,我在朗朗的晨读 声中环视全班:无迟到,无缺员,个 个朝气蓬勃,一切如常。 开始上课了,不知怎的,感觉学 生不像平常那样精神集中。他们有的 眼睛望着别处,躲闪着我的目光,有 的用胳膊遮着半边脸,似乎想掩饰什 么。我借着辅导巡视的机会从各个角 度察看,发现几名“健将”成了“伤 兵”。一个嘴歪着,一个耳朵根子呈 青紫色,最顽皮的季军肿了半个脸。 Into the classroom in the morning, I read the sound in the Langlang Morning Reading class: no late, no shortage of members, all vibrant, everything is normal. I started class, and somehow I felt that students did not feel as focused as usual. Some of them had eyes looking away, dodging my gaze, and some half covering their faces with their arms, as if trying to hide something. I took the opportunity of counseling tours from all angles and found that several “Admiral ” became “wounded soldiers ”. One mouth tilted, one ear root was purple, the most naughty third quarter swollen half a face.