我一直在想,如果我不是来到杭州,日子会是怎样?每当想到这个问题,十年前的往事历历在目。2002年的春天,我背着包来到了杭州。老婆抱着刚刚两岁的女儿送我,伊呀学语的女儿拉着我的衣服不让我走。我是真不愿意走,但看着家里那三间在春雨里斑驳着、漏着雨的泥房,看着可爱的妻女,终于,我还是狠狠心,踏上了一列开往“春天”的列车。我要让她们过得好一些!怀着这样的梦想, I always wondered what the days would be if I did not come to Hangzhou. Whenever I came to this question, the events of ten years ago were vivid. In the spring of 2002, I came to Hangzhou with my backpack. My wife just took my two-year-old daughter to send me, I learned the language of my daughter did not let me go my clothes. I really do not want to go, but looked at the house that the three mottled in the spring rain, rain of the mud room, looked lovely wife and daughter, and finally, I still hard heart, embarked on a set bound for “spring ”Train. I want to let them fare better! With such a dream,