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往事如烟,夜阑人静,耳边总响起那熟悉的声音:任风翻阅背影的日子烛光将记忆摇曳成孩子的身影夕阳便凝重了教师魂。或许,这首小诗没有诠释为人师者的全部内涵,但我至少从中感受到了一种博大的爱,一种奉献的圣洁和伟岸。于是我试着以平等的尊重和真诚的爱心去打开每个学生的心扉。终于,我成功了。爱心让我发现走进每一扇门,都可以看到一个璀璨的宇宙,每一扇门的开启,都是一个令人欣喜的未来。讲台下,我所面对的不
The past, such as smoke, nocturnal silence, always sounded the familiar voice of the ear: the wind read the back of the day candlelight swaying memory into a child’s shadow sunset will dignified the teacher’s soul. Perhaps, this poem does not interpret the full content of the teacher, but at least I feel a broad love, a dedication holy and stalwart. So I tried to open each student’s heart with equal respect and sincere love. Finally, I succeeded. Love makes me find that walking into each door, you can see a bright universe, each door is open, is a delightful future. Under the podium, I faced no