我是老师,你是孩子。我在门口等你,你三岁的脚步还有些不稳,粉嘟嘟的小嘴,粉嫩嫩的脸蛋儿,让我忍不住亲你。我在午睡房陪你午睡,你却总要调皮地在床上翻滚。我只能把你搂在怀里,你依偎在我的身边,小小的身体安静下来,我和你,暖暖地抱在一起。不知不觉,你五岁了,个子高了,可你依然会调皮,午睡时,像一只青蛙趴在床上,或者戴着帽子把脸遮起来假装睡着了,或者坐在床上不停地 I am a teacher, you are a child. I am waiting for you at the door, your three-year-old footsteps are still some instability, pink toot mouth, pink tender face, I can not help but kiss you. I nap with you in the nap room, but you always have to playfully tumble on the bed. I can only hold you in my arms, you nestled in my side, a small body quiet, I and you, warmly hugged together. Unconsciously, you are five years old, tall, but you still naughty, nap, like a frog lying on the bed, or wearing a hat to cover up pretend to fall asleep, or sit in bed