September is the golden autumn, the teachers festival. My heart is full of emotions and the past is passing by. How many years of ups and downs, how many days and months, how many searches, how many twists and turns. I will always think of the source of strength, always be grateful for the spark of wisdom, and always sing songs in praise of teachers.
The profession of teachers is sacred and tragic. The ancients said that a teacher is someone who preaches, teaches and resolves doubts. Throughout the ages, anyone who enters the teaching profession means the pursuit of burning oneself and illuminating others! Since the Xia, Shang and Zhou dynasties, many teachers in private schools have been unknown, working hard, cultivating the backbone of hundreds of millions of nations, and composing Chinese civilization. An ode to the ages. In the long history and the vast galaxy, those who stand out and make outstanding achievements must have a good teacher, and their teacher may have devoted their whole life to this without any regrets.
The path of a teacher is ordinary but passionate. In spring, autumn, winter and summer, there are three-foot podiums and dozens of desks; as time goes by, campus classrooms are simple and humble. The same road goes back and forth over and over again, and time passes by for ordinary things. There was also bitterness and bitterness, joys and sorrows, partings and reunions, knowing the warmth and coldness of the world, and eating the incense of the world. Facing innocence, wipe away your tears and let the spring breeze blow the buds; get on the podium, inspire words, and let wisdom fill the fields of hope. Ordinary roads and ordinary lives are always filled with sublimity, making people unforgettable about the passion.
A teacher’s dream is beautiful and indifferent. The glory of dreams, the transcendence of dreams, and the foundation of dreams reflect the nobility of the soul. The most beautiful dream of a teacher is that he is born out of blue and becomes bluer than blue, and the next generation of virtuous people is exactly what teachers dream of. Perhaps a teacher who is knowledgeable in the past and understands the present will be able to understandAmbition; maybe a teacher has a broad mind and noble aspirations; maybe the beautiful dream of a teacher comes from a beautiful and selfless profession.
Looking back at the past, there are many miraculous scenes, and I feel grateful for my teacher.
The festive season brings us back to the past, and old shadows by candlelight compose new songs.
