&On the 16th, the girl who wiped the blackboard thumped up to the podium and picked up the blackboard eraser which was like a kilogram of weight. The vague handwriting left on the blackboard was filled with her resentment. &I can't help shivering when she passed me muttering. I was cut by her words like a cold wind. My heart hurts so much
Is chalk dust annoying? Can chalk sacrifice its own spiritual shock? At this point, I can't help but think of the great man - the teacher.
Teacher, what a sacred profession, it is as great as candle and chalk. Holding chalk in hand, it writes endless love for students, knowledge and wordless care for students, that is, not to write that sentence & quot; I am a great person & quot;. The teacher silently dedicates, just as chalk prints his life on the blackboard, leaving some helplessness. Melancholy, time flies like an arrow, the years are unforgiving, I want to contribute more to the cause of education, there are many children staring at me with eager eyes, I don't want to leave my post so early
Teachers are saints as well as human beings. There are wrinkles on their foreheads. I know it was carved by a knife called "worry". In the same way, the chalk dust also hovered on the teacher's hair for a long time and refused to leave, as if they were one. Each teacher was an angel, but for the sake of the children, they hid the wings flying to the heaven palace and stayed in the world. For the sake of the students, they are painstakingly correcting the homework, for the sake of the report card in the hands of the students, they do not repeatedly turn over the exercise questions, copy them to the students, for the sake of the party's education cause, they have grey temples and gray hair, and they still spare no effort and dedication.
Chalk is short. It's only a few grams in hand, but it's not insignificant. It has its own contribution. It's the shadow of a teacher. Every chalk is full of the mystery between it and the teacher.
When it's my turn to clean the blackboard, I can't help but feel sad. What I wiped is the teacher's hard work, I became a sinner. In the evening, I tossed and turned and finally fell asleep. Sleep. A piece of chalk came from the sky. It told me that it didn't have to be sad about it. It didn't want to leave behind the achievements to be praised. I don't remember whether I promised it or not, but I remember that it came to ride on the five colored cloud. It was the teacher who walked hand in hand with it!