清晨的风吹来朗朗的读书声 ,恰似花园里浓郁的花香。我曾自以为是个园丁 ,有满壶的知识擎在手中 ,还在里面添了“关怀”这味催化剂。我的眼睛紧盯着成绩的花朵 ,深夜里还把花儿的表现思索。但而今 ,我终于明白 ,教师不是园丁。我可以把鲜花搬入花房 ,孩子却注定要历经风霜 ;花 The early morning wind blew on the sound of reading, just like the rich floral fragrance in the garden. I used to think that I was a gardener and I had the knowledge of a pot full of hands. I also added a “caring” catalyst. My eyes were staring at the flowers of achievement. I also thought about the performance of the flowers in the middle of the night. But now, I finally understand that teachers are not gardeners. I can move the flowers into the greenhouse, but the children are doomed to go through the wind; flowers