曾经,我无数次地感叹,为什么爸爸不是百万富翁?曾经,我百思不得其解,为什么爸爸喜欢教育事业?曾经,我一直抱怨懊恼,为什么爸爸总是乐于平淡?直至多年后,我慢慢地读懂爸爸,一位乡村小学教师的固执,一位已经年近六旬老头的平凡,读懂了像他一样默默战斗在教育前线的教育工作者的不易,读懂了为教育事业付出毕生精力的教师们的苦衷,读懂了他们对“红烛”“春蚕”“人梯”“铺路石”这些寻常词语的诠释。 Once, many times I lamented why my father is not a millionaire? Once, I puzzled why the father likes education? Once, I have been complaining about the chagrin, why dad always happy to plain? Until many years later, I am slow Slowly read Dad, a country primary school teacher’s stubborn, an old man almost half the old man’s ordinary, read as he silently fighting in the education front of the educators is not easy to read for the education to pay The painstaking efforts of teachers, read their “red candles” “Spring Silkworm” “ladder ” “paving stones ” these ordinary words interpretation.