人生有很多个第一,第一眼看见世界,第一刻确定梦想,第一次踏上讲台,第一夜反思人生。在第一次成为48个孩子的“妈妈”的时候,我静下心来,写下这篇静等花开。手足无措孩子呱呱落地,背着可爱的书包,踏着轻盈走进教室,走进我们的心。此时的我是激动的,像一个妈妈一样,恨不得把一切美好都给他,为他挡尽一切风雨。他那么小,怎么舍得让他受一点伤。和他做游戏,和他聊天,语气娇嗲得不像自己,在课堂上看着他笨 Life has many firsts, first glances at the world, the first moment to determine the dream, the first set foot on the stage, the first night reflect on life. When I first became a “mom” of 48 children, I stopped and wrote this quiet flower. Wrestling Children born, carrying a cute bag, marching light into the classroom, into our hearts. At this point I was excited, like a mother, like all the good to him, for him all the trials and tribulations. He is so young, how willing to give him a little hurt. Playing games with him and chatting with him, the tone is not like Jiao Jiao, watching him in class stupid