敬爱的老师: 您好! 到您的班上已快有一年了,可是我怀疑,我的名字您是否叫得出来。我真的想问:您认得我吗?您知道您有这样一个学生吗? 不,这不能怪您,谁叫我是一个差生,谁叫我的座位在那样一个不起眼的地方呢?是后一排,那常常是您视野所不能到达的地方。我时常笑着对人说:“那是一个被老师遗忘的角落。”可是,您又怎么能知道,这勉强的笑容中,包含了多少痛楚,多少苦涩,那笑,比哭还难受哩! 我是多么希望您能注意到我,我是多么希望您能站在我面前和我亲切地谈话。每当您踱下讲台,我的心里就会一阵猛跳,我盼着您是向我走来。可每次我都失望了,您甚至看都没看我一眼。这只因为我是 Dear Teacher: Hello! It has been almost a year since you came to your class, but I doubt if my name is yours. I really want to ask: Do you recognize me? Do you know you have such a student? No, this can not blame you, who told me is a poor student, who called my seat in such a humble place? In a row, it’s often the place you can not reach in your field of vision. I always said with a smile: “It was a forgotten corner of the teacher.” But how can you know that this reluctant smile, including how much pain, how bitter, that laughter than uncomfortable miles! How I wish you could notice me, how I wish you could stand in front of me and talk to me kindly. Every time you walk down the podium, my heart will be a while jumped, I look forward to you coming to me. Every time I was disappointed, you did not even look at me. This is just because I am