小时候,我的鞋带总爱散落。于是,老师便蹲下,给我系出一只美丽的蝴蝶,再微笑着采撷我在阳光里的欢笑。若干年后,面对《幼儿教育》,心里涌起的竟是儿时那阳光里的欢笑。我不是一个好学生,即使老师从不这样认为。一直到毕业实习前的一周,我才火烧眉毛似地冲进图书室。可偌大的图书 When I was young, my shoelaces were always scattered. As a result, the teacher will squat down, give me a beautiful butterfly system, and then pick up my smile in the sunshine. A few years later, in the face of “early childhood education,” the heart filled with unexpected childhood sunshine laughter. I am not a good student, even if the teacher never thinks so. It was not until the week before my graduation that I burst into the library with my eyebrows. May be big book