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有一天，一个正在当小学老师的朋友讲了一个小男孩的故事。
他7岁，上小学二年级。他有一双非常水灵的大眼睛，乌黑的、不谙世事的、清澈的眼睛。凝视他的眼睛的时候，老师常常会有一种错觉，以为那里面正含着眼泪，像一潭水似的，晃动着，但不涌出来。
他是一个可怜的孩子，因为他的父母离婚之后各自有了家，他跟着年迈的奶奶一起生活。奶奶只有菲薄的退休费，祖孙两人“有了吃的就没有穿的”，“总有一样要凑合”。这个孩子特别懂事。
“一个小男孩呀，你们不能想象他有多么细腻的内心世界。”朋友感慨着举了一个例子：小学生作业本通常都是用得很快的，用不了多久就要买新的。没有一个同学对这件事有疑义。
有一次， 是在课间休息的时候吧，所有的同学都在操场上玩，只有他，嗫嚅着走到讲台旁，仰着小小的脸、伸出小小的手，他递给老师一支铅笔。他说：“老师，我想让您以后用铅笔给我判作业，这样，作业本用完了，我用橡皮一擦，就像新的一样了。”
当老师的朋友对我说：“当时我注视着这个孩子的眼睛，他的脸特别圣洁。你知道吗？ 那种天使一样的小孩子、充满了对世界的悲悯和谅解。我看着他，看着看着就要掉眼泪。我拿过了那支铅笔，我说，这是我们两个人之间的秘密，我一定用只有我们俩能看清楚的符号来批改你的作业。”孩子特别开心，冲出教室，冲进同学当中。此后，有好几个星期的时间，老师真的用铅笔给他改作业，而且悄悄地告诉他：“如果你都做对了，老师就只写上优秀两个字，擦的时候也好擦。”这样，孩子一直保持了优秀的成绩。
后来，孩子的生日到了，老师买了整整100个小学生常用的作业本给他，老师说，这是对他作业一直优秀的奖励。而且，也因为老师和他共有一个秘密。
那天，我们坐在马路边的酒吧，看着红男绿女贴着落地长窗迤逦而过，不禁回忆起当年。那时侯我们都是被家长和老师宠爱着的人，从来没有学习过应该怎样去保护别人的自尊心。
朋友说，她将一直和这个小男孩一起保守这个秘密，虽然在我们看来这可能真的不算什么。■
One day a friend of mine, a primary school teacher, told me a story about a little boy.
He was seven years old, a pupil in the second grade. He had large limpid black eyes, with an innocent expression showing in them. Gazing at his bright eyes, she would have a wrong impression that they were bathed in tears like two pools of water that flowed but never brimmed over.
He was a pitiable child. His father and mother had divorced and later each got married again. He lived with his senile grandmother whose meager retirement pension was not enough for necessities of life with the result they could not afford new clothes if they spent money on food. However he was very considerate.
“ You can not imagine how fine his sentiments are although he is only a little boy.” She said with emotion, “ A pupil uses up his exercise book quickly. Everyone thinks it natural to buy a new exercise book after the old one is finished.
One day at break when others were playing on the sports ground, he hesitantly came up to the platform. Looking up at me, he stretched out his small hand and handed me a pencil. He said, “Miss, will you please correct my errors with this pencil? So, I’ll erase all the pencil marks in the used book with a rubber and it will be reusable.”
She continued,“At that moment I gazed him in the face and noticed an extremely sacred look in his eyes. You know he was an angelic child, who fully understood and sympathized with the poor in the world. I looked and looked and I felt tears were running down my face. I took his pencil and said I’d let nobody else into the secret that I would correct his papers with signs that only he and I could read. My word elated him. He dashed out of the classroom and joined his classmates. In the ensuing weeks I did what he had requested to do and secretly told him if he did not make any mistakes, I would just write “excellent” on his book so that he could wipe it out easily. Since then he has done his homework very well.
Just before his birthday I bought one hundred student exercise books, which I gave him as a birthday present. I told him it was the award for him because he did his homework superbly and because he and I shared the secret.
That day she and I sat in a bar. Watching through the French window fashionable men and women sauntering along the sidewalk, I could not help thinking she and I,having been cared and loved by parents and teachers in childhood, never learned how to protect other people’s pride from being hurt.
She told me she and the little boy would keep the secret forever though it seemed to us the secret was not really a special one.■
他7岁，上小学二年级。他有一双非常水灵的大眼睛，乌黑的、不谙世事的、清澈的眼睛。凝视他的眼睛的时候，老师常常会有一种错觉，以为那里面正含着眼泪，像一潭水似的，晃动着，但不涌出来。
他是一个可怜的孩子，因为他的父母离婚之后各自有了家，他跟着年迈的奶奶一起生活。奶奶只有菲薄的退休费，祖孙两人“有了吃的就没有穿的”，“总有一样要凑合”。这个孩子特别懂事。
“一个小男孩呀，你们不能想象他有多么细腻的内心世界。”朋友感慨着举了一个例子：小学生作业本通常都是用得很快的，用不了多久就要买新的。没有一个同学对这件事有疑义。
有一次， 是在课间休息的时候吧，所有的同学都在操场上玩，只有他，嗫嚅着走到讲台旁，仰着小小的脸、伸出小小的手，他递给老师一支铅笔。他说：“老师，我想让您以后用铅笔给我判作业，这样，作业本用完了，我用橡皮一擦，就像新的一样了。”
当老师的朋友对我说：“当时我注视着这个孩子的眼睛，他的脸特别圣洁。你知道吗？ 那种天使一样的小孩子、充满了对世界的悲悯和谅解。我看着他，看着看着就要掉眼泪。我拿过了那支铅笔，我说，这是我们两个人之间的秘密，我一定用只有我们俩能看清楚的符号来批改你的作业。”孩子特别开心，冲出教室，冲进同学当中。此后，有好几个星期的时间，老师真的用铅笔给他改作业，而且悄悄地告诉他：“如果你都做对了，老师就只写上优秀两个字，擦的时候也好擦。”这样，孩子一直保持了优秀的成绩。
后来，孩子的生日到了，老师买了整整100个小学生常用的作业本给他，老师说，这是对他作业一直优秀的奖励。而且，也因为老师和他共有一个秘密。
那天，我们坐在马路边的酒吧，看着红男绿女贴着落地长窗迤逦而过，不禁回忆起当年。那时侯我们都是被家长和老师宠爱着的人，从来没有学习过应该怎样去保护别人的自尊心。
朋友说，她将一直和这个小男孩一起保守这个秘密，虽然在我们看来这可能真的不算什么。■
One day a friend of mine, a primary school teacher, told me a story about a little boy.
He was seven years old, a pupil in the second grade. He had large limpid black eyes, with an innocent expression showing in them. Gazing at his bright eyes, she would have a wrong impression that they were bathed in tears like two pools of water that flowed but never brimmed over.
He was a pitiable child. His father and mother had divorced and later each got married again. He lived with his senile grandmother whose meager retirement pension was not enough for necessities of life with the result they could not afford new clothes if they spent money on food. However he was very considerate.
“ You can not imagine how fine his sentiments are although he is only a little boy.” She said with emotion, “ A pupil uses up his exercise book quickly. Everyone thinks it natural to buy a new exercise book after the old one is finished.
One day at break when others were playing on the sports ground, he hesitantly came up to the platform. Looking up at me, he stretched out his small hand and handed me a pencil. He said, “Miss, will you please correct my errors with this pencil? So, I’ll erase all the pencil marks in the used book with a rubber and it will be reusable.”
She continued,“At that moment I gazed him in the face and noticed an extremely sacred look in his eyes. You know he was an angelic child, who fully understood and sympathized with the poor in the world. I looked and looked and I felt tears were running down my face. I took his pencil and said I’d let nobody else into the secret that I would correct his papers with signs that only he and I could read. My word elated him. He dashed out of the classroom and joined his classmates. In the ensuing weeks I did what he had requested to do and secretly told him if he did not make any mistakes, I would just write “excellent” on his book so that he could wipe it out easily. Since then he has done his homework very well.
Just before his birthday I bought one hundred student exercise books, which I gave him as a birthday present. I told him it was the award for him because he did his homework superbly and because he and I shared the secret.
That day she and I sat in a bar. Watching through the French window fashionable men and women sauntering along the sidewalk, I could not help thinking she and I,having been cared and loved by parents and teachers in childhood, never learned how to protect other people’s pride from being hurt.
She told me she and the little boy would keep the secret forever though it seemed to us the secret was not really a special one.■