“已是而立之年的人了。”我常在心里这样慨叹岁月给我的馈赠和它逝去的无情。年少的时候,经常受感动也就无所谓感动。而现在,已为人妻为人母更为人师的我,开始翻阅人生厚重的我,用理智阐释生活的我,却被一位极普通的人所做的极普通的事打动着,让心中那根最温柔的细致的情弦为之轻鸣、震颤。清晨,我脚步匆匆地穿过花香淡淡的校园,或于上课的间隙让目光扫过窗外郁郁葱葱的花木,我都会感到一股旺盛的生命力在心里蓬勃滋生,而这种生机却完全来自一位又瘦又小的老人,来自他那双粗糙皱襞的手的精心营造。他是我们学校外聘的园丁。少有人知晓他的姓名,大家都亲切地称他“陈老师”。同为园丁,他培 “It is the year of the people. ” I often lament in my heart the gifts I gave years and its deadly ruthlessness. When young, often moved by it does not matter touched. And now, being a wife and mother is even more instructive, I started to look through my life, I explained my life with reason, but was very ordinary person to do very ordinary things touched, so that the heart The most gentle and delicate love strings light, tremor. Early in the morning, I hurriedly walked through the faint campus of flowers, or in the gap between the class to look over the window of lush flowers, I will feel a strong vitality in the heart of thriving, but this life is entirely from one Thin old man, from his pair of rough wrinkled hand crafted. He is a gardener outside our school. Few people know his name, we all affectionately call him “Chen teacher ”. The same gardener, he Pei