10年前的这个春天,我在一所乡村小学实习。班里的一位小女孩引起了我的注意。小姑娘是个盲人,眼睛看不见,心里却比谁都明亮。她很聪明,书上的生字,只要手把手教她写一遍,她就能把它写得像模像样;数学上的应用题,只要老师读一遍,她总是能很快说出公式。下课时,别的孩子在操场又蹦又跳,她—个人坐在教室的一角,少有的听话、懂事。有时,我忍不住会很惋惜地摸摸她的头。一次,她悄悄地对我说,老师,其实 This spring 10 years ago, I interned in a rural primary school. A little girl in the class caught my attention. The girl is a blind person, her eyes can not see, my heart is brighter than anyone else. She is very clever, the book is born, as long as the hand taught her to write it again, she can write it like a model; math problem, as long as the teacher read it, she can always say the formula quickly. During get out of class, other children jumped in and out of the playground. She was alone in the corner of the classroom. She was a little obedient and sensible. Sometimes, I can not help but feel her head touching with regret. Once, she quietly said to me, teacher, in fact