你说,你就一小老太太。你说,你爱你的学生就像爱你的孩子一样。你说,你现在对我们这样严格,以后我们会感谢你的。你是我的老师,会严肃地瞪着我们,会亲切而温柔地给我们讲你的故事。第一次给我们上课时,你穿着臃肿的大长风衣,风尘仆仆地从一楼跑上来。你笨拙地操纵着电脑,教我们写“ABC”时,我十分轻蔑与不屑。讲台下的孩子没几个听你的,一个个都自恃清高地各做各的,没人把你放在眼里。直到后来的某一天,你回想起这天,你 You say, you are a young lady. You say that your students who love you are like children who love you. You say, you are so strict with us now, and we will thank you later. You are my teacher, will stare at us seriously, will kindly and gently tell us your story. The first time we go to class, you are wearing a bloated big long coat, dusty and ran up from the ground floor. When you manipulate your computer awkwardly and taught us to write “ABC,” I was very contemptuous and disdainful. Few listeners under the podium listening to you, one by one all rely on the heights to do all, no one put you in the eyes. Until one day later, you recall that day