你在春日里走来，没有鲜花和掌声的迎送，没有来得及拂去满身的灰尘，没有来得及喝一口清冽的山泉水，远离城市喧嚣的你，便让琅琅的读书声与天籁齐鸣。为了大山里的孩子——没有了花前月下的呢喃，没有了父母膝前的承欢。漫漫长夜，孤灯一盏，桌案上的“高山”被你铲平，启明 You come in the spring without the welcome of flowers and applause, did not have time to brush the dust covered, did not have time to drink a clean spring water, away from the hustle and bustle of the city, let the reading sound and sounds of nature. For the children in the mountains - without the whisper of the flower before the moon, there is no inheritance of the parents' knees. Long night, a solitary light, the table case of “mountains” by your leveled, blind