“我知道,我不爱青苹果,因为它还没有成熟;我还知道,青苹果只有不断汲取阳光,经过光合作用,才能成为散发着诱人香味的红苹果……”读着作文,看着故事,我的思绪随着它又一次来到了曾经轮岗过的东方红二小。一个美丽的清晨,秋风卷着梧桐叶缓缓起舞,办公室里像往日一样宁静而温馨。扫地拖地的,打着开水的,吃着早餐的,一切如往日有秩序。小黄老师疲惫地走进办公室。这段时间,在进行美术小组的培训也让他身心疲倦。一进办公室,就瘫坐在椅子上,一言不发。缓过神来,他拿出自己的手机,走到了我的面前:“这是你们班易X跟我发的短信。”我好奇地看了起来,“你的画画得很好,让我很崇拜,但是你有点偏心,你为什么看着张XX的画会笑得那样开心,而对我这么冷淡,我 ”I know I do not love green apples because it is not yet mature; I also know that green apples only continue to learn the sun, through photosynthesis, to become a red apple exudes attractive fragrance ... “ Read the composition, Looked at the story, my thoughts as it once again came to the Eastern Red Cross two had been small. A beautiful early morning, the autumn wind slowly roll the Indus leaves, the office as quiet and warm as in the past. Sweeping the floor, name of boiling water, eating breakfast, everything as in the past order. Xiao Huang teacher exhausted into the office. During this time, training in the art group also made him feel tired. As soon as he entered the office, he slumped in a chair without saying a word. Slowly, he took out his cell phone, came to me: ”This is your class X send text messages with me. “ I looked curious, ”your drawing is very good , Let me worship, but you are a bit eccentric, why do you look at Zhang XX’s paintings will be so happy, but so cold to me, I