风中的泪滴,滴滴留在回忆里,让我们取名叫做珍惜,让我们懂得学会珍惜。——《春泥》你给了我太多太多,甚至是全部的心血,全部的爱。小时候上幼儿园,别的小孩都吵着让爸爸妈妈送,可我非不肯,细嫩的小手紧紧牵着你粗糙而温暖的大手,一同去幼儿园。你亲自把我送到老师手中,告诉我:“好好听老师话啊,放学来接你!”我便开开心心地走进教室。放学时,我总是第一个冲到门 Tears in the wind, drops in the memories, let us named treasure, let us know how to cherish. - “Spring Mud” You gave me too much, even all the effort, all love. Childhood nursery school, other children are clamoring for Mom and Dad to send, but I would not, delicate small hands tightly holding your rough and warm big hand, together to kindergarten. You personally sent me to the teacher and told me: “Well listen to the teacher, ah, after school to pick you up! ” I happily walked into the classroom. When I get out of school, I always rush to the door first