Let a miracle happen 让奇迹发生吧_中国体彩网_足彩app

Let a miracle happen 让奇迹发生吧

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　　整个月过去了，尽管我们百般努力，玛丽依然没能从失去母亲的绝望和痛苦中恢复过来。她孤独而自闭，让人难以接近。三月末的一天，我的一个学生提议为了迎接春天的到来，给教室做些装饰花边。我把彩纸递给玛丽，鼓励她尝试，但并没抱多大希望。奇迹发生了，玛丽做了漂亮的风信子，水仙花，紫罗兰，还闪着亮晶晶的眼睛告诉我：“妈妈最爱鲜花了，她在我家的花园里种满了花。”
　　玛丽终于走出了阴影，她伏在我肩头啜泣着。教室里其他的孩子们也跟着哭了起来，可我知道那是喜悦的泪水。
　　"There’s a new student waiting in your room," my principal announced, hurrying past me on the stairs. "Name’s Mary. I need to talk to you about her. Stop in the office later."
　　I nodded and glanced down at the packs of pink, red and white paper, and the jars of paste and boxes of scissors I held in my arms. "Fine," I said. "I’ve just come from the supply room. We’re making valentine envelopes this morning. It’ll be a good way for her to get acquainted."
　　This was my third year of teaching fourth-graders, but I was already aware how much they loved Valentine’s Day (now just a week away), and making these bright containers to tape to the fronts of their desks was a favorite activity. Mary would surely be caught up in the excitement and be chatting cheerfully with new friends before the project was finished. Humming to myself, I continued up the stairs.
　　I didn’t see her at first. She was sitting in the back of the room with her hands folded in her lap. Her head was down and long, light-brown hair fell forward, caressing the softly shadowed cheeks.
　　"Welcome, Mary," I said. "I’m so glad you’ll be in our room. And this morning you can make an envelope to hold your valentines for our party on Valentine’s Day."
　　No response. Had she heard me?
　　"Mary," I said again, slowly and distinctly.
　　She raised her head and looked into my eyes. The smile on my face froze. A chill went through me and I stood motionless. The eyes in that sweet, little-girl face were strangely empty - as if the owner of a house had drawn the blinds and gone away. Once before I had seen such eyes: They had belonged to an inmate of a mental institution, one I’d visited as a college student. "She’s found life unendurable," the resident psychiatrist had explained, "so she’s retreated from the world." She had, he went on, killed her husband in a fit of insane jealousy.
　　But this child - she could have been my own small, lovable niece except for those blank, desolate eyes. Dear God, I thought, what horror has entered the life of this innocent little girl?
　　I longed to take her in my arms and hug the hurt away. Instead, I pulled books from the shelf behind her and placed them in her lap. "Here are texts you’ll be using, Mary. Would you like to look at them?" Mechanically, she opened each book, closed it and resumed her former position.
　　The bell rang then, and the children burst in on a wave of cold, snowy air. When they saw the valentine materials on my desk, they bubbled with excitement.