"Childlike heart is innocent, we should protect it and not hurt it." Have you seen or heard similar stories in your daily life?

There is a small newsstand, and business is always light in the morning. That day, the boss was reading magazines to kill time. "Sir, I want to make a phone call." Suddenly I heard a soft voice, and I looked up. She is a thin girl. No, she is about sixteen or seventeen.

The boss pointed to the phone: "Call yourself, use the phone on the left for long distance ..."

The girl looked around for a while, and then looked at her boss anxiously. Looks a little nervous. After some hesitation, she finally picked up the receiver with trembling hands. At first glance, I understand that this girl may be calling for the first time, afraid of being laughed at by others; Or I want to whisper to the person I love, for fear that others will hear me. I have met the same situation many times in this small newsstand.

The boss quickly turned around and pretended to be reading the magazine carefully, so he stopped paying attention to her.

The girl pressed the number and put down the receiver in a hurry, but immediately picked up the receiver and pressed the number in a panic ... The boss ignored her from beginning to end and looked down at the magazine. It is estimated that when she looks up, it will definitely aggravate her panic.

"Mom, mom, I, my sister Reiko Kobayakawa and I went to Shenzhen. I work in an electronics factory now. My salary is so high, I often work overtime, and the overtime pay can be much higher. I sent 7 16 yuan this month, and I sent it back to my brother to pay tuition, as well as to buy fertilizer for my father and medicine for my grandmother. The food in our factory is very good. There is big meat to eat every day, and sometimes there are chickens. I bought myself a skirt, red, which looks good, but I dare not wear it, it is too exposed; Last week, the factory organized us to watch a movie, which read "I can't remember clearly, foreign ..." The girl spoke faster and faster, but then she began to wipe her eyes and nose, and her voice became hoarse. " Mom, I miss my brother, I miss my father, I want to go home, I miss you, mom, I miss you, blare, I want to ... "Just like a barrage, the girl put down the receiver after saying this sentence. About because of nervousness, the microphone was played three times before it was completely put back on the phone. She clutched her chest and gasped. After a long time, she looked at me with red eyes and whispered to her boss, "How much is it, sir?" Looking at her nervous appearance, the boss wanted to laugh, but he was sad. After some hesitation, the boss finally spoke. In fact, even the boss himself doesn't know whether he is comforting her or sympathizing with her: "Little sister, don't be nervous, relax. In fact, it doesn't matter if you say more, just charge you less ... "The boss took it for granted that she was worried about talking too much and wasting the phone bill, so she choked up at the end of her speech. "When I came out of a poor ravine and just called my home in Shenzhen, I was so confused," the boss thought.

The girl nodded heavily: "Thank you. How much is it? "

The boss looked down at the counter-my god, I found that there was no charge display on the electronic display screen, and the girl's phone was not connected at all! The boss looked up and was tongue-tied. "I'm sorry, please call again, the phone was not connected just now ..."

The girl wiped her eyes shyly and said, "I know, there is no telephone in our hometown." I have no mother. My mother has been dead for four years ... but I really want to talk to her on the phone like others ... "

The boss was dumbfounded for a long time and finally realized. Since then, I have met the girl every Saturday morning, and she can make free phone calls. It was a phone call from heaven, and she could tell her mother all her joys and sorrows.

Anti:

One day, a group of pupils came to our shop to buy stationery. After paying the bill, one of the little boys suddenly looked up and found that the teacher in their class also chose stationery here, so the little boy blushed and paid tribute to the teacher: good teacher! The teacher only raised his eyelids, but did not hum. In full view, the little boy blushed even more and ran out of the shop with his head down.

My shop is next to the school. Teachers and students can always be seen in and out of school all day. There are always many primary school students who greet their beloved teachers loudly and enthusiastically, and often find that teachers who are in a hurry are "too busy to respond". Once, three little girls were standing in front of my shop chatting when they suddenly saw their music teacher passing by, so one by one, the three girls took turns shouting "Good teacher", "Good teacher" and "Good music teacher". The teacher who passed by them went straight ahead and didn't even bother to look back. Maybe she was really in a hurry, or she was preoccupied, so she didn't find the frozen smiles on the three flowery faces behind her.

Perhaps such a thing is not worth mentioning, but the bright smiles of children and the indifferent faces of individual teachers always appear alternately in front of my eyes from time to time. I think of my school days. In the third grade of primary school, I stood on a stool and copied my composition on the blackboard with chalk according to the teacher's instructions. Although my arm is very tired, I am very excited, thinking that I can get comments from my teachers and classmates after class. When the bell rang, the teacher came in and said that there would be no composition class in this class, and other contents would be changed. She turned and glanced at the blackboard, picked up the chalk and wiped it a few times, erasing all my hard work for nearly two hours. At that moment, I found that the whole class was looking back at me, but I didn't dare to look up at others, or even imagine what others were looking at me at the moment. I hope the teacher can explain something to me, even a very gentle sentence, but there is nothing. She didn't know that nearly twenty years later, the student who copied the composition still couldn't forget the grievances at that time and the tears he barely held back.

Therefore, I dare not hurt every child's heart easily, even if it is the smallest thing. I know that everything I experienced in my childhood will greatly affect the world when I grow up, and every young child's heart can't stand the scars left by adults unintentionally but may never be erased.

Goods in shops are often stolen by some ignorant children. Every time I catch those "little thieves", I have to weigh them again and again and think twice about what is the most appropriate way to get rid of their bad habits and avoid hurting their simple hearts. I'm afraid, I'm really afraid that a little inappropriate words will leave an indelible shadow on their lives. I also hope that teachers and children's parents will not inadvertently teach their children indifference and selfishness while giving them infinite love.