新年的钟声早已响过,严冬的肆虐也将成为记忆。春寒料峭中,迎春花的蓓蕾正笑看着刚刚探出头的小草。嗅着春天的气息在少先队这片沃土上,不管是严寒还是酷暑.辅导员都像一株株永葆绿色的小草悄无声息地从事着自己的工作他们又像一朵朵鸡冠花,虽然没有牡丹的国色天香、玫瑰的娇嫩柔美,却有着原始的率真和朴素,在平凡的岗位上默默演绎着自己的人生传奇。 The bell of the New Year has already sounded, and the raging winter will also become a memory. Chill in the spring, buds of spring flowers are laughing just looked at the head of the grass. Smell the spring atmosphere in the Young Pioneers this fertile soil, whether it is cold or heat. Counselors are like a plant forever green grass quietly engaged in their own work they are like a blossoming cockscomb, although There is no peony’s fragrance, rose delicate and soft, but it has the original rate and simple, silent in the ordinary post interpretation of their own life legend.