又是一年春草绿。想起那年春天,儿子刚上三年级。一个周末,儿子回家路上跟我说起要写一篇描写春天的作文。回到家里,身为教师的我正琢磨着如何给他指点指点,没想到他径直走到书桌前,摊开本子,煞有介事地写了起来。我一阵窃喜,偷偷地走到他的身后,瞄了一眼他写的内容,不看不知道,一看吓一跳,他这样写道:“春天来了,大地处处春意盎然。小草纷纷钻了出来,草地就像铺上了绿色的地 Spring green grass is another year. Remembered that spring, his son just finished third grade. One weekend, my son went home and talked to me about writing an essay about spring. Back home, as a teacher, I was wondering how to give him some advice, did not think he went straight to the desk, spread out the book, wrote in a sensible way. When I was secretly pleased and secretly walked behind him, I took a glance at what he wrote, and did not look at it without realizing it. At first glance, he said: ”Spring comes and the earth is full of spring. Drilled one after another, the grass is covered with a green ground