春节前的一个傍晚,我把听雨从幼儿园接出来。走到我们与邻居共用的楼道口发现,贴了一副春联。没等我看清上面的内容,听雨眼疾手快,一把将春联撕下半截。我顿时火冒三丈。邻居家有年迈老人,春联是喜庆吉祥的象征,刚贴上;糨糊未干,就被人拦腰撕掉,老人会怎么想?当时,我真想上去给他两巴掌,但我忍住了。我要弄明白,一个3岁多的孩子怎么会有如此恶劣的破坏行为。 我强压怒火,默默地开门。听雨在身后兴高采烈地嚷:“妈妈,你看这张红纸多漂亮！ 贴那么高我都能撕下来,我棒不棒?”我俯视他那红扑扑的小脸。一双小眼眨曰眨巴;纯洁得犹如清澈的湖水。这湖水把我心中的火浇灭了。我意识到在他眼里,那贴在墙上的不过是 One evening before the Spring Festival, I took the rain out of kindergarten. Walked to the corridor shared with our neighbors found, posted a couplets. I did not wait to see the contents of the above, to listen to quick rain, a spring couplets torn half. I suddenly furious. Neighbors have elderly people, Spring Festival is a symbol of festive auspicious, just affixed; paste paste is dry, was ripped apart, the elderly will think? At that time, I really want to go up to his two slap in the face, but I hold back. I want to understand how a 3-year-old child can have such a bad vandalism. I am angry, silently open the door. Listen to the rain shouting in the back happily: “Mom, you see this red paper is more beautiful! Posted so high I can tear down, I was awesome?” I looked down at his red face. A pair of small eyes blinked blink; pure like a clear lake. The lake wiped out the fire in my heart. I realized that in his eyes, it was nothing but the wall