一个丢了爸爸的孩子那天放学后,你突然哭泣着跑来对我说:“老师,我能不能找你说会儿话?”我一愣,忙答应说:“行,你在教室等我。”我急匆匆地把学生送出校门,就跑回教室,因为从来没有学生会如此悲伤地找我谈话,我下意识感觉发生了什么麻烦事。你倚在教室门口等我,好像很犹豫局促的样子。我拉过凳子坐下,也请你坐下。我关切地 After a child who had lost his father’s school that day, after school, you suddenly cried and ran to me and said, “I can’t ask you to speak in a moment.” “I can’t talk to you.” The classroom waited for me.” “I hurriedly sent the students out of the school gate and ran back to the classroom because no student would ever ask me to talk in sorrow. I felt unconscious about what was going on. You lean on the door of the classroom waiting for me, as if hesitated and cramped. I took a stool and sat down. I also asked you to sit down. I am concerned