不是一切大树,都被暴风折断,不是一切种子,都找不到生根的土壤;不是一切真情,都流失在人心的沙漠里;不是一切梦想,都甘愿被折掉翅膀。……一天中午,我在学校的小餐桌值班,吃完饭后,到后操场刚刚开放的月季花池边。当我正在欣赏这繁花似锦时,学校附近小卖店的售货员找到我,怒气冲冲地问:“你是王朝松的班主任吗?”“是……”还没等我说完,她就接过话茬:“你班的学生到我店里偷了东西!”我马上随她跑到小卖店的门前。卖店门口传来一个小男孩的哭泣声,小卖店里有很多人,站在中间揉着 Not all the trees are broken by the storm, not all seeds, can not find rooted soil; not all truth, are lost in the desert of hearts; not all dreams, are willing to be folded wings. One day at noon, I was on duty in the school’s small table, after dinner, to the playground just opened the rose pond. When I was enjoying the blossoming flowers, the salesman near the school found me and angrily asked: “Are you the head teacher of the dynasty song?” “” Is ...... “Before I finished , She took the stubble: ”Your class students stole something to my store! " I immediately ran with her to the store front. There was a little boy crying from the store’s door, a lot of people in the shop, rubbing in the middle