“勇气有很多种,有的令人敬畏,有的平平常常,总之不管哪一种,勇气就是勇气。”我打开绘本《勇气》,一页一页地讲给孩子们听:“勇气是你第一次骑车不用安全轮子;是你有两块糖却可以留一块到第二天;是让人离你的小弟弟远一点;是由你来查看房间的动静……”读到最后一页时,图画里的男孩正抱着一条小狗,男孩、小狗都紧紧闭着眼睛,他们相依相偎,躺在床上。“勇气是我们互相给予的东西。”当我缓缓地读出这最后一行文字的时候,我的眼 “There are many kinds of courage, some awesome, some commonplace, anyway, courage is courage.” “I opened the picture book” courage “, one by one to tell the children listen: ” Courage is your first ride without safety wheels; is you have two pieces of sugar but can stay one to the next day; is to let people stay away from your little brother; it is up to you to see the movement of the room ... “ When the last page was read, the boy in the picture was holding a puppy, boy and puppy closed their eyes tightly. ”Courage is something we give each other.“ ”When I read this last line of text slowly, my eyes