又是一个不眠之夜,想想前几日,同事间闲谈时还自信满满地表态:我已经学会坚强。不成想,第二十二次眼泪还是来了。早晨起来,照例打扫办公室卫生。正在拖地的我看见一个小女孩正静静地站在走廊里用澄澈的目光注视着我。一个9岁的小女孩,一个四年级的小学生。这是一个前几天我在联欢会刚刚记住的名字——小月。记住她并不是她表演节目有多精彩,其实她根本没有参加表演。当时她在观众席上坐在我旁边,也许我 It is also a sleepless night, think a few days ago, colleagues also confidently chatting position: I have learned to be strong. Do not think, the twenty-second tears still coming. In the morning, clean the office as usual. I was dragging I saw a little girl standing quietly in the corridor with a clear look at me. A 9-year-old girl, a fourth-grade pupil. This is a few days ago I just remember the name of the party - Satsuki. Remember she is not how wonderful she is in the show, in fact, she did not attend the show. She sat next to me in the audience, maybe me