当我的孩子们想好了自己要做的第三件事,当他们努力去做一件让世界变得更美丽的事却遇到了不理解时,他们一定会想起《花婆婆》。书架上的书,就像茫茫人海中的邂逅。很多书和我们打过照面,厮磨一段,便淡然分手。它们成为我们记忆中无数的小分叉,无数未来的可能性。而有一些心灵之书,却径直走进我们的命运,成为和我们骨肉相连的一部分。回忆往昔,小学时的《新编儿歌》让我见识了儿童诗的无穷魅力;初中时的《林肯的母亲》让我明白一个资质平凡的人只要努力也会成功;读师范 When my children think of the third thing they are going to do and when they try to do something that makes the world a little more beautiful they do not understand it, they will surely recall Flower Mother. Books on the shelves, like a big encounter in the sea. A lot of books have been taken care of by us. They have become a myriad of small, forked, countless possibilities in our memory. And there are some souls of books, but went straight into our fate as part of our connection to our flesh and blood. Memories of the past, primary school “new children’s songs” let me see the charm of children’s poetry; junior high school “Lincoln’s mother,” let me know that a person of ordinary qualifications will work hard to succeed;