下午做操的铃声刚一响,我正准备往操场赶,办公室一阵急促的敲门声阻断了我的脚步。两三个学生急匆匆地冲到我面前,“老师,老师,你快去看看,有人摔倒磕破头了。”“老师,赵亮(化名)的头破了!”“赵亮?”听到这个名字,我不禁皱了皱眉头。提到这孩子,老师们总是摇头,他每天很少讲话,静得有些怯懦,身上的衣服总是脏兮兮的,唯一“引人注目”的就是课桌上每天都是一堆乱糟糟的课本。不管说过多少次,他还是一如既往。 I was doing a ringer ring in the afternoon, and I was getting ready to go to the playground. A sharp knock on the office blocked me. Two or three students rushed to me in a hurry, “Teacher, teacher, you go take a look, someone knocked knocked broken head. ” “Teacher, Zhao Liang (a pseudonym) Zhao Liang? ”I heard the name, I can not help but frowned. Mention this child, the teacher always shook his head, he rarely speak every day, still a little cowardice, the clothes are always dirty, the only “catchy” is the desk every day is a heap Messy textbook. No matter how many times, he still as always.