禮物
“老師,我自己走把!”“沒關(guān)系的.”老師說著,將我攙扶出了大門.我心中的思緒翻騰不止.我只好慢慢地走著.
這是我第一次來看老師.前幾天我們的班主任王老師生病了,看到全班同學幾乎都去看望了老師.我有點著急了.我在班中的學習不算太好也不算太壞.不像那些好學生整天圍著老師討論一些在我看來是些天方夜潭似的難題,也不像那些差學生總被追著請家長.總之,班里有我不多,沒我不少.可同學們都去看望老師,我不去,那多少有點有點太特殊了.終于在媽媽的催促下,我決定去老師家.
我買了一個花瓶和一束鮮花作為送給老師的禮物.我好像要完成一項重要任務(wù)似的大步流星地朝著老師家走去.等走到離老師家不遠的一個路口時,一個騎自行車的小孩突然沖了出來躲閃不及,我被撞上了.胳膊被劃破了,傷口有兩公分長,可我并不在意.更讓我心疼的是花摔壞了,花瓶率碎了.看著小孩嚇傻了的樣子,我不忍心再責怪他什么了,只好放他走認倒霉了.雖然快到老師家了,由于我沒有多帶錢,重買一份禮物是不可能了.猶豫半天,我還是硬著頭皮敲響了老師家的門.
門開了,看到老師我不知所措.老師慈祥地看著我,說：“別愣著啦,快進來!”我就這樣進了屋.老師的家里沒有什么擺設(shè),但很是干凈、整潔.“你的胳膊怎么了?”“沒事.”她抬起我的胳膊仔細地觀察.“這還有一塊!”我半信半疑地看了看,果然,還有我沒發(fā)現(xiàn)的傷口.“我來給你包扎!”在我一聲聲的推辭中,她已經(jīng)將藥箱拿了出來,不容分說,便開始給我包扎起來.我本是自坐著的,她包扎起來不方便,我要站起來,他又將我按在沙發(fā)上.她便跪在了地板上.“我以前還學過護理呢!”我看著她嫻熟的動作,眼角的皺紋,耳根新添的白發(fā),鼻子一酸,眼淚滴在了胳膊上.“老師,我今天本來是特意來看您的,可花瓶和花在路上摔壞了.”我的聲音如此的小,甚至連我自己也聽不清了.“那沒什么,你心里想著老師,這比什么禮物都重要.”她笑著說.在老師家待了會我要走了,老師執(zhí)意要送我.我說不用,自己又不是小孩,他只搖了搖頭.我們慢慢走著,我想要銘記住這個美好的時刻,因為在我還沒送給老師禮物時,他已然送給了我一份真誠的禮物.
Present
   "Teacher, I go to!" "It does not matter of." The teacher said, my arm out the door. Thoughts in my mind more than somersault. I can only walk slowly.
   This is my first look at the teacher. A few days ago, our class teacher Wang sick, to see almost the whole class to see the teacher. I am a bit anxious. I learn in class is not too bad not too good. Good student who is not around all day to discuss a number of teachers, it seems to me is more like day to night Tam problems, and poor students do not have to be chasing please parents. In short, there is class and I am not, not me a lot. Students may have to visit a teacher, I do not, then how special a little bit too. Finally, her mother's urging, I decided to go to teacher's house.
   I bought a vase and a bouquet of flowers as a gift to the teacher. I seemed to be an important task for the completion of a meteor-like stride towards teachers went home. Such as teachers walked away from a junction near home, a child riding a bicycle suddenly rushed out of dodge as I knocked on. Arm was scratched, and wound two centimeters long, and I do not care. What hurts is that I took a break, the rate of broken vase. Children watched the scared look silly, I can not bear to blame what he had to let him take the bad luck of identification. Although the teacher is coming home, because I do not have more money, buy a re-gift is impossible. Hesitated for half a day, I still had to ring the door of the teacher's house.
   The door opened, I see the teachers know what to do. The teacher looked at me kindly and said: "Do not stare blankly forward to you, come quickly!" So I entered the house. The teacher's home there is no display, but it is clean. "How has your arm?" "Never." She lifted my arm to observe carefully. "It's still a piece!" I looked doubtful, indeed, as well as I did not find the wound. "I came to you packed!" In the refuse me a voice, she has taken up kits,began dressing up for me. I was sitting, she dressing up is not convenient, I would like to stand up, I pressed him again on the sofa. She would kneel on the floor. "I studied nursing before it!" I looked at her skilled movements, eye wrinkles, suggestible addition of white hair, a nose acid, tears drop on the arm. "Teacher, I would look at you specifically, and can be spent on flowers and broke the road." My voice so small that even I have to hear the. "That's nothing, do you think of the teacher in mind, this important gift than anything else." She laughs. In the teacher's house for a will I have to leave, the teacher insisted on me. I said no, but it is not a child, he only shook his head. We walked slowly, bearing in mind I would like this beautiful moment, because I did not give the teacher a gift, he has given me a gift in good faith.