从教二十多年来,在我的身边时常发生着一些故事——愉悦的、痛苦的、琐碎繁杂的、激人奋进的,显得有些杂乱,也很难理清头绪。夜深时,蓦然回首,我们或激动不已,但也有一些记忆,像是一块石头卡在那里,总是让人放不下。那年,我在中心小学教三年级语文。当时我班有一个学生,穿着还是很时髦的。然而他经常骂人,还喜欢和同学打架,同学和老师都不喜欢他。虽然他已经上了三年级,可连一年级的学生都不如,字写的歪歪斜斜,还总是写不对,无论大小考试,语 There have been a few stories around my side since teaching for more than 20 years - pleasing, painful, trivial, exciting, cluttered and difficult to figure out. At night, when we look back, we are excited, but there are also some memories, like a stone stuck there, always letting go. That year, I taught third grade in Central Primary School. At that time, I had a class in my class and wears very fashionable clothes. However, he often curse, but also like to fight with classmates, classmates and teachers do not like him. Although he has been in the third grade, he can not even speak to the first grade students. The crooked words are always written incorrectly, regardless of size or language