"Gardener" elementary school student essay reading with audio gardener

　　On Sunday, our family went to visit the park.

　　Just in time for the bright spring, the park is full of all kinds of flowers: on both sides of the road, countless small yellow flowers cover the whole bush of branches, which look like two golden dragons at a glance, which are the spring flowers; the tall trees in the distance are full of magnolia flowers, which are large, white, and tender, and look translucent, like lotuses, and like boo, bells. When the breeze blows, it trembles slightly, and it seems that you can hear the bells of "噹, 噹, 噹"; look at the moon flowers, there are red, yellow, white... A variety of forms, some with buds to be released, some with a big smile, as if to welcome our arrival; if you walk into the peach blossom forest, it is even more intoxicating, behind the water-red flowers, revealing green leaves, red, red, green, charming and mysterious, will remind people of the TV series often said peach garden, peach blossom island ...

　　Suddenly I saw an uncle doing something under a tree.

　　"Grandpa, did that uncle catch crickets?" I asked.

　　"No, he's weeding." Grandpa said. "He's the gardener. The beautiful flowers you see now are all bought by gardeners through hard work. They planted trees, watered, fertilized, weededs... All year round. There are many people who look at the flowers, but not many people think of gardeners. People are like this, everyone wants to become a talent, but not everyone thinks of teachers. ”

　　After I listened to it, I had a feeling that I couldn't say. Yes, isn't the teacher our gardener? How much hard work has it taken to cultivate us to become talents! From lesson preparation, class attendance, homework changes to all aspects of daily life, which one does not always care about us? What day isn't work late into the night? If we don't work hard and don't love ourselves, how can we be worthy of nurturing our gardeners?