“张宸,把你的铅笔收起来!”我有点生气。坐在角落里的小家伙充耳不闻,正起劲地摆弄着几支铅笔,一会儿架起一座大炮,一会儿摆成一排机枪,玩得不亦乐乎,浑然不觉老师的怒气。他的同位悄悄地碰了碰他的胳膊,张宸抬起头来张望一下,意识到气氛不对,才停下手中的“活计”。课堂教学继续进行,一小会儿的工夫,张宸又玩起新花样,把橡皮割成了小碎块,揉来搓去。我失去了耐心,几步走过去把他的“作案工具”没收了。小家伙“哇”地一声哭起来,孩子们纷纷转头望去,小声议论起来,课堂教学不得不中断。 “Zhang Chen, put your pencil away! ” I am a little angry. Sitting in the corner of the little guy turned a deaf ear, energetically playing with a few pencils, while setting up a cannon, while posing as a row of machine guns, enjoying themselves, unaware of teacher anger. His co-bit quietly touched his arm, Zhang looked up and looked up, aware of the atmosphere is not right, just stopped “hands.” Classroom teaching continued, a little while’s work, Zhang Chen played a new tricks, the rubber cut into small pieces, rub to rub. I lost my patience and took a few steps to confiscate his “crime tool.” Little guy crying “wow”, the children have turned around and whispered talk, classroom teaching had to be interrupted.