没有人不熟悉路,笔直宽阔的柏油公路,野花丛生的田间小路,浓阴蔽日的林中小道。人们从它们身上踏过,却很少有人为它们唱过赞歌。此刻,我抑制不住内心的激动,要为平凡的小路唱上一首赞歌。我要赞美,赞美那条从办公室到教室的总长不过二十几米的普通小路。它没有被筑路工人精心修饰过,路边也没有刻意栽种上奇花异木,它是一条极普通的两边有着棵棵幼苗的小路。这条小路只有辛勤工作的老师从上面走过,我们亲切地称它为“园丁路”。 No one is not familiar with the road, straight and wide asphalt road, field road wildflowers, deep shade of the forest path. People walked from them, but few have sung hymns for them. At the moment, I can not stop the excitement of the heart, to sing a hymn for the ordinary path. I want to compliment and praise the ordinary path from the office to the classroom, which is only twenty meters in length. It was not well-groomed by road-building workers, nor was it deliberately planted on the curbside, which is an ordinary path with tree seedlings on either side. There are only hard-working teachers in this trail walking above, and we affectionately call it “Gardener Road.”