一、春风化雨,润物无声只有纸笔,才能记载永恒的历史;只有岁月,才能积淀浓浓的深情。在牙牙学语,蹒跚学步的时候,妈妈把我带到她的课堂,让我坐在教室后排,给我一支笔、一本本子,任我自由涂写。儿时的我很安静,不闹也不哭。其实那时,我更喜欢的是看妈妈上课。现在想想,梦想的种子也许就是在那时不经意间种下的。看着妈妈在三尺讲台挥舞教鞭,教学生们认字,忽上忽下的教鞭好像指挥家手中的指挥棒,一个优秀的指挥家能够 First, the spring weather, moisten things silent only paper and pen, in order to record the eternal history; only years, in order to accumulate deep affection. While babbling, toddler, my mother took me to her class, let me sit in the back of the classroom, give me a pen, a book, I am free to write. Childhood I was quiet, no trouble nor cry. In fact, at that time, I prefer to see her mother class. Now think about it, perhaps the seeds of dreams were planted at that time inadvertently. Watching her mom waving a pointer at a three-foot podium, teaching her students to read the word, and hurriedly jumping up and down like a conductor in the hands of a conductor, an excellent conductor can