办公桌上躺着一封从遥远边疆寄来的信,是一个我曾经教过的学生写的。他在信中回忆了我教他的一些往事,说他曾让老师在路口苦苦等了许久,到现在还心存愧疚,忘不了老师对他的教诲……还记得他那时的样子,圆圆的脑袋,个头不高。他头脑聪明,就是不爱做作业,还常撒谎。每回问他,他总能找出不同的理由来搪塞。有一次,他说作业做了,只是忘带了。我脱口而出,现在咱就一起回家取。他想也没想就同意了。 There was a letter from my distant border lying down on my desk, written by a student I once taught. He recalled in the letter some of the stories I taught him that he had let the teacher had to wait for a long time at the junction, and now he still has feelings of guilt and can not forget the teacher’s teaching to him ... Remember his appearance at that time, Round head, not tall. He is clever, is not love to do homework, but also often lied. Every time he asked him, he could find different reasons to stop it. Once, he said homework was done, just forgotten. I blurted out, let’s go home now. He agreed without thinking.