我是一名教师,我的中国梦很小、很普通———清晨呼吸着清新的空气,伴着和煦的阳光,蹬着心爱的山地车去学校。空气中没有雾霾、没有沙尘,身边没有随意穿行的汽车。人们循着信号灯,脸上洋溢着幸福的笑容,“中国式过马路”已成为教科书中的历史。校门口,家长们井然有序地送孩子们上学。路上碰见认识的家长都热情地打招呼:“孔老师,早上好啊!”路过校门口的地摊时,买几根油条、一碗豆浆,听小贩们卖力地吆 I am a teacher, my Chinese dream is very small, very ordinary --- breathe fresh air early in the morning, accompanied by warm sunshine, riding a beloved mountain bike to school. There is no haze in the air, no dust and no free-running cars around. People follow the lights, his face filled with a happy smile, “Chinese-style cross the street ” has become a textbook history. At the school gate, parents sent their children to school in an orderly manner. On the road to meet the understanding of parents are warmly greet: “Teacher Kong, good morning!” Pass the school gate stalls, buy a few fritters, a bowl of soy milk, listening to hawkers hard on 吆