一天午后,昆明西郊名胜筇竹寺门前,阳光和煦,树影斑驳。一群群游兴尚浓的小学生连蹦带跳地汇拢到一位身形清瘦、面容亲切的女教师跟前。这位女教师俯身从山路边摘了一枝蒲公英,举示并问:“谁能告诉我这是什么东西!”从小长在城市的孩子们欲言又止,一时答不上来。“这就是我们学过的蒲公英了。”说罢,她凑近蒲公英,用嘴一 One afternoon, the western suburbs of Kunming famous bamboo temple front, warm sunshine, shades of mottled. A group of students is still thick Xingyou students jumping together to a body shape thin, kind face of the female teachers in front. The female teacher leaned over from the mountain road to pick a dandelion, gave a presentation and asked: “Who can tell me what it is!” Children grew up in the city, talking about themselves, could not answer. “This is the dandelion that we have learned.” Having said that, she leaned dandelion, mouth one