There is a song called "when they grow up, I became you": a child I thought you were very beautiful, led a group of birds flying. Grow up you have become my only know that classrooms are flying the hope that the Shou are their own nests; piece of the blackboard to write the truth, remove the utilitarian; Flanagan chalk to draw the rainbow, teardrop shed is ... .. every time to hear it, sing it, my heart will be subjected to a baptism of love.
Life on people from kindergarten to primary school, middle school, and even universities, there will be many teachers. Pouring of love, concern about the growth of students, one teacher per common pursuit. Which is one of, love of the female teachers in general are different teacher's love, she is a kind of put all the soul and intellect dedicated to children's sincere. Such love is selfless, it unreservedly dedicated to all students; this love is deep, its implication for all students at doing one thing in each.
At kindergarten, we have the first teachers in life. When we are crying, it was your mother like open arms into the warm embrace of our arms; when we slept at a small bedwhen you are gently approached the bedside, as we wereangle; when We are not feeling well when you are hurriedly put our mind to the clinic.
Gradually we grew up, into the school, to know more new teachers. For we grow up, your Teacher work day and night, but no regrets. How many quiet nights, in order to prepare each lesson, are you seriously study materials; the number of spare time, in order to transform backward students, but also you are braving the cold heat go home visits; the number of holidays, you give up leisure time with their families , devote themselves to learning, to use all available time to "self-charging."
Teacher are candles for a bright and burning; Teacher are gardeners, homeland for tomorrow's flowers and hard work; Teacher dewdrop are constantly no