这是我第五次在她的作业本上留言:“请用钢笔写字!”她是班里的学生,念五年级。矮小,瘦弱,怯懦不堪。很多次,我真想在分发作业的同时,当着众人的面狠狠地批评她、告诫她:请改用钢笔写字。又怕这一小小的举动,会刺伤她敏感而又脆弱的心灵,于是作罢,悄悄地在那张写满铅笔字的纸页上,写下我要说的话。她没有一次照做,一如既往地用铅笔打发着我布置的作业。我不明白,为何在她文静纯真的背后,深藏着那么让人不可捉摸的倔强。当我在她的作文本上再次写下那句老生常谈的话时,我决定对她进行点名批评。于是,那个阳光明媚的午后,便有了这样一个让人备 This is the fifth time that I have left a message on her homework: “Please write with a pen!” She is a student in the class, reading fifth grade. Short, thin, cowardly. On many occasions, I really wanted to criticize her in front of everyone while distributing homework and warned her: Please use pen instead of writing. Afraid of this little move, which would pierce her sensitive and fragile soul, she gave up and silently wrote down the page I was writing on a pencil. She did not do it once, as always, using pencil to send my homework. I do not understand why behind her quiet innocence, hidden so elusive stubborn. When I wrote down that cliché again in her composition, I decided to name her criticism. So, that sunny afternoon, there is such a preparation