开学第二周,一切都在紧张忙碌中。一天早晨到校,我收拾完卫生,小组长过来报告说:“老师,任炳华没写家庭作业,他爸爸也没签名。”任炳华是上学期才转来我们学校的外地生,语言也有些不通,真头疼。“怎么办?老师!”小组长生气地说。一抬头,发现跟在小组长后面的任炳华正看着我,脸色格外苍白,眼里似有泪珠在滚动。见我看他,想说什么,嘴唇动了动却没出声,眼神里流露出一丝害怕还有一丝求助。“不会出什么事吧?”我边想边直起腰,拍拍他 The second week of school, everything is busy. One morning to the school, I clean up the health, the team leader came over and said: “Ren Pinghua did not write homework, his father did not sign. ” Ren Binghua was transferred to our school before the semester of foreign students, the language is also some Irrational, really headache. “How to do? Teacher! ” Group leader said angrily. Looking up and found behind the team leader Ren Binghua is looking at me, his face pale, his eyes seem to have tears in the scroll. See me to see him, want to say something, his lips moved but did not say anything, showing a trace of fear in his eyes there is a trace of help. “What’s going to happen?” "I’ll think straight and pat him