【作文】三年级学会感恩作文400字：我给老师倒了一杯水

讲台上的水杯

李老师的嗓子是星期二哑的。

她读课文的时候，喉咙里像有干叶子被踩碎的声音。她念一个词，念到中间劈了，停一下，重新念，又劈了。全班安静下来，连风扇转动的声音都听得见。

那几天，李老师不停地喝水。讲台上那只杯子是绿的，带盖子，盖子上磕掉了一小块瓷。她每说半句话就端起来喝一口，放回去的时候，盖子磕在杯口上，叮的一声。以前这一声普通得不能再普通，那几天，它一响我就抬头。

第二节课下课，我坐在座位上想心事。暖水壶就在教室后角，倒一杯水很容易，可我从来没倒过。给谁倒呢？给李老师倒，她会不会说不用？

我捏着文具盒纠结，直到下一节课的预备铃快响了。我猛地站起来，走到后角，两只胳膊抱住暖水壶。壶把儿烫手，我换到左手。

我在绿杯子里倒了半杯，又兑了一点凉水。太烫老师没法喝，太凉又激嗓子。我端着杯子站着，看热气一点点散掉。

我把杯子放在讲台边上，离李老师站的地方最近的那一角。

她正在写黑板。转过身看见杯子，先看看杯子，再看看我。我低下头假装整理桌上的书，耳朵烫得厉害。

她没说话，端起来喝了一口。

然后她笑了。笑得很小，嘴角只抬了一点，眼睛弯了。她用哑着的嗓子继续讲没讲完的那句话，那句话我听得比哪句都清楚。

放学以后，我去水房把暖水壶灌满。第二天课间，我又倒了一杯。第三天，我还没起身，同桌已经把暖水壶抱起来了。

李老师的嗓子在十一月底好了。她再读课文，劈啦的声音没有了，每个词都是完整的。可我总记得那些日子，记得杯盖叮的一声，记得那个只抬了一点的笑。

The Cup on the Podium

The voice of Ms. Li went hoarse on Tuesday.

When she read from the textbook, a crackle came out of her throat, like dry leaves being crushed underfoot. She said a word, and the word broke in the middle. She paused and read it again. This time it broke again. The whole class fell silent, and you could even hear the fan turning.

In those days, Ms. Li drank water all the time. The cup on the podium was green, with a lid, and a small piece of the lid had been chipped away. Every time she finished half a sentence, she lifted it for a sip, and when she set it down, the lid clicked against the rim. That click used to be the most ordinary sound in the world. In those days, every time it sounded, I looked up at her.

During the break after the second period, I sat at my desk thinking. The thermos stood in the back corner of the classroom, and pouring one cup of water was easy, but I had never done it. Pour it for whom? For Ms. Li? What if she said no?

I was fiddling with my pencil case when the bell for the next class was about to ring. I stood up suddenly, walked to the back corner, and held the thermos in both arms. The handle burned my hand, so I switched it to my left.

I poured half a cup into the green cup, then added a little cold water. Too hot and the teacher could not drink it, too cold and it would hurt her throat. I stood there holding the cup and watched the steam fade away.

I set the cup at the corner of the podium nearest to where Ms. Li stood.

She was writing on the blackboard. When she turned and saw the cup, she looked at the cup first, then at me. I lowered my head and pretended to straighten the books on my desk, my ears burning.

She said nothing. She lifted the cup and took a sip.

Then she smiled. The smile was small, the corners of her mouth lifting only a little, but her eyes were curved. She went on with the sentence she had been explaining, in that hoarse voice, and that sentence I heard more clearly than any other.

After school I went to the water station and filled the thermos. The next day I poured water again during the break. On the third day, before I even stood up, my deskmate had already lifted the thermos.

The voice of Ms. Li recovered in late November. When she read the textbook again, the crackle was gone, and every word came out whole. But I still remember those days, the click of the cup lid, and the small smile.

端水杯的人

给老师倒水的不是我是周圆圆。

那天早上赵老师一开口，全班都互相看了一眼。她的声音变得又低又沙，像嗓子里塞了东西。她说翻开课本第四十八页，最后几个字几乎吞掉了。后排有人笑出声，赵老师没生气，停了一下说：今天老师嗓子哑，大家仔细听。

赵老师哑了两天。第一天她说是感冒，第二天没解释。她的杯子是白的，没盖子，第二节课时水面上已经浮了一层茶末。她喝了一口，眉头动了一下，水凉了。

第三节课下课，我在剥橘子。周圆圆忽然从第二排站起来，从书包里拿出一个水杯，走到讲台边。杯子是粉色的，印着一个小卡通图案，崭新，像是刚买的。

她两只手捧着杯子，站在讲台边上，一开始没说话。赵老师抬头看她。周圆圆说：老师，您喝口水，这是温水，我从家里带的。

赵老师接过杯子，笑在脸上慢慢展开，先是眼角，然后是嘴。她说：谢谢你，周圆圆。声音还是哑的，可把名字说得清清楚楚。

周圆圆走回座位，脸红到耳朵尖。她小声跟我说：我紧张得听见自己心跳了。我说那你明天还去吗。她想了想，说：去。水凉了就不好喝了。

第二天，我也带了自己的水杯，放在讲台一角。再第二天，后排的男生带来一盒润喉糖，放在教案旁边。到星期五，讲台一角堆得满满当当，赵老师说：够了够了，老师吃不完也用不完。

赵老师的嗓子好了以后，做的第一件事是把那个粉色水杯还给周圆圆。她把杯子放在周圆圆的桌上，杯盖上用笔画了一个笑脸。

后来我们班的讲台上永远备着一只杯子。别的老师来我们班上课，下课的时候，讲台上也有水。谁都不说，谁都知道。

The Girl with the Water Cup

The one who poured the water was not me. It was Zhou Yuanyuan.

That morning, when Teacher Zhao opened her mouth, the whole class looked at one another. Her voice had become low and rough, as if something were stuffed in her throat. She said: Open your books to page forty-eight, and the last few words were almost swallowed. Someone in the back row giggled out loud. Teacher Zhao did not get angry. She paused and said: My voice is hoarse today, please listen carefully.

Teacher Zhao had been hoarse for two days. On the first day she blamed a cold; on the second day she offered no explanation. Her cup was white, with no lid, and by the second period a layer of tea dust floated on the water. She took a sip, and her brow moved slightly. The water had gone cold.

During the break after the third period, I was peeling an orange. Zhou Yuanyuan suddenly stood up from the second row, took a water cup out of her schoolbag, and walked to the podium. The cup was pink, printed with a small cartoon figure, brand new, as if she had just bought it.

She held the cup with both hands and stood beside the podium, saying nothing at first. Teacher Zhao looked up at her. Zhou Yuanyuan said: Teacher, please drink some water. This is warm water, brought from home.

Teacher Zhao took the cup, and her smile opened slowly across her face, first at the corners of her eyes, then at her mouth. She said: Thank you, Zhou Yuanyuan. Her voice was still hoarse, but she said the name very clearly.

Zhou Yuanyuan walked back to her seat, red all the way to the tips of her ears. She whispered to me: My heart was beating so loudly I could hear it. I asked her if she would do it again tomorrow. She thought for a moment and said: Yes. Water tastes bad once it goes cold.

The next day I brought my own cup to school and set it at the corner of the podium. The day after that, a boy in the back row brought a box of throat lozenges and placed them beside the lesson plans. By Friday the corner of the podium was piled full, and Teacher Zhao said: That is enough, everyone. I cannot finish all of this.

When the voice of Teacher Zhao recovered, the first thing she did was return the pink cup to Zhou Yuanyuan. She set it on the desk of the girl, and on the lid she had drawn a smiley face with a pen.

After that, our classroom always kept a cup ready on the podium. When teachers from other classes came to teach us, there was water on the podium when class ended. Nobody said anything, and everybody knew.