&Quote; Shua &Chalk walked on the blackboard, leaving a line of clear words, but it was on the edge of death step by step. Watching one after another flying non powder slag, as snow quietly came, hastily die out. You can notice that when you see the handwriting on the blackboard when it moves with its small body, its life is also reduced.
It has no regrets, only for us to soar in the universe of knowledge; it has selfless dedication, only for us to absorb more knowledge and knowledge; it has endured humiliation, only for us to study hard for our own future. It doesn't care what others think of it, and it ignores that it is abandoned by others after being used by itself. It just silently dedicates its life. Students only know that it can write, but do not know that it also suffered for us. Listen, it says, & quot; we don't matter, as long as you get the knowledge, it's the biggest reward for us. &How great and good it is. But what about us? Some students don't listen to the class carefully, and even throw chalk after class. What's more, they even step on a beautiful heart with their feet. They are hateful, but chalk is ignorant as a child. They are allowed to play and trample again and again.
Students, wake up. Did you see that? Did you see? How great and honorable it is. Not only for us to create a brilliant tomorrow, but also for us to pay its short life. A little chalk may be inconspicuous to us, but it doesn't care. It only knows to open up a broad road for us without complaint or regret. It doesn't ask for return, and it doesn't care about the environment. As long as it is useful, it will be desperate.
Teachers, a common and ordinary name, but they have made an extraordinary career, they selfless dedication, unknown, leading a meager salary, unrepentant to pay our lives. Watching the silver hair creeping up their forehead, I was silent. Teachers' life, how much effort they have poured into us, how many peaches and plums they have cultivated -- I think they don't know, because they teach too many students and pay too much hard sweat. Who knows their feelings, and who listens to the joy of the teacher in the distance?
I hereby swear that I will study hard and aspire to become a talent. In order to repay the teacher's kindness to my cultivation, the teacher cherishes it. I wish you all the best in the world!