曾经,我听到这么一个小故事:一个作家在国外参观了一所幼儿园,那时正是天寒地冻、大雪纷飞的季节,小朋友们都穿上了厚厚的冬衣,戴起了帽子。校园的一角伫立着一座男童雕塑,令作家感到惊奇的是,孩子们正在给这座无生命的雕塑披一件夹克衫,还将一顶毛线帽戴在雕塑头上……孩子们纯真的爱深深地打动了我,我感受到了一种从未有过的心灵震撼。是啊,儿童从他诞生那天起,稚嫩的心灵已经播下了爱的种子。在他眼里, Once, I heard such a story: a writer visited a kindergarten abroad, when it was cold and snowy season. The children put on thick winter clothes and hats. Standing on the corner of the campus stood a sculpture of a boy, which surprised the writer. The children were wearing a jacket for the inanimate sculpture and a wool cap on the sculpture head. Love deeply touched me, I felt a kind of soul shock never before. Yes, children from his birth, the immature soul has sowed the seeds of love. In his eyes,