“妈妈!”一声幼稚而亲切的叫声,让办公室正在备课的老师们停下了手中的笔。噢,是王勇。我心里默默念叨着。老师们的目光一齐向我这里移来,我起身示意让王勇坐在一旁,也就是这一声发自内心的称呼,勾起了我的记忆……那是去年暑假后,开学的第一天,我正在办公室整理学生的作业,“砰”的一下撞门声,着实让我吃了一惊。我打量着这个陌生又让人生气的孩子:男孩,十岁左右,乱蓬蓬的头发,脏兮兮的衣服,脚穿一双开了“天窗”的运 “Mom! ” A naive and cordial cry, so that the office is preparing lessons teachers stopped the pen. Oh, it is Wang Yong. My heart silently talked about. The eyes of the teachers moved to me here, I got up and let Wang Yong sit aside, that is the sound from the heart of the address, brought back my memory ... ... That is the first day after last summer’s school , I was working in the office finishing the students, “Bang ” knock on the door, really surprised me. I looked at this strange and angry child: boy, about ten years old, matted hair, dirty clothes, wearing a pair of open “skylight” luck