William Franklin came to my class half a year ago. But from his first day here, he himself in his own world and he never spoke to others. As his teacher, I tried to start a talk with him but. It seemed as if he just didn't want to break his. After the Thanksgiving holiday, we received the news of the Christmas collection of money for the in our school." Christmas is a season of, " I told my students." Some students in our school might not have a holiday. By offering a little money, you will help some toys, food and clothing for these needy students. We will the collection tomorrow." The next morning, , I found out almost everyone had this matter except Willard Franklin. He came up to my desk with his head down., he dropped two coins into the small box." I don't need milk for lunch," he said in a voice. After school I couldn't help sharing what had in the morning with our headmaster. "I may be wrong, but I Willard might be ready to become part of our class." " I am to hear that," he nodded. "And I just received a of the poor families in our school who most need help. Here, take a look at it." As I sat down to , I found Willard Franklin was at the top of the list. At that moment, I felt I really Willard for the first time: a cold face with a warm heart. From this , I also learnt that whether rich or poor, every child has a kind heart.