南方的初夏,虽是早晨,可一丝凉风也没有。我赶回学校,汗涔涔地坐在办公桌前,等着铃响去上课。婷婷走进来,手里拿着一束茉莉花,那淡淡的清香让人精神为之一振。她说:“黄老师,从今天起我不能再回校上课了,妈妈说让我跟她和爸爸到美国去。我说我不去,妈妈说不行;我说等毕业了再去,她说那也不行。”婷婷已是高三学生了,还有两个月就毕业。我看着她,不知说什么好,那双闪着泪光的大眼睛更显得美丽动人。她把手里的茉莉花递给我,“这,给您!是我在家里的花园种的,快种六年了。我天天放学后给它浇水,松土,除草,我要把它带到美国去。” Early summer in the south, though it is morning, there is no breeze. I rushed back to school, sweating sat at my desk, waiting for the bell to go to class. Tingting came in, holding a bouquet of jasmine, the faint fragrance of the spirit of the people. She said: “Teacher Huang, from today onwards, I can not go back to school anymore, my mom said let me go with her and my dad to the United States. I said I did not go, my mom said no; I said after graduation, she said That does not work. ”Tingting is a high school student, and two months to graduate. I looked at her, I do not know what to say, those big eyes with tears are even more beautiful and moving. She handed me the jasmine in her hand and said, “This is for you! It is a garden planted in my home and it has been almost six years since I planted it. Everyday after school, I water it, loosen it and weed it. America to go. ”