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教师节的早晨,我走进教室,映入眼帘的是一束束鲜艳美丽的鲜花,一张张印有儿童画的贺卡。孩子们涌上来,仰起红扑扑的小脸,笑着对我说:“老师,节日快乐!老师,我爱您!”我说不出什么,眼泪已滚落下来,为孩子们对我的爱,也为我对孩子们的爱。透过泪眼,看着孩子们,我忽然觉得眼中的世界越来越大,成了郁郁葱葱的一大片……想起小时候,房门当黑板,小棍子当教鞭,爸爸妈妈做学生。我还是一个扎着两条小辫子的小姑娘,手里握着根小棍子,侧着身用小棍子的一头轻轻地敲敲点点门板上的几个白色的粉笔字,一边敲,一边说:“我是你们的老师……”
In the morning of Teacher ’s Day, I walked into the classroom and greeted me with beautiful bouquet of flowers, greeting cards printed with children’ s pictures. The children flooded up and looked up at me with a little red face and smiled and said to me: “Teacher, Happy Holidays! Teacher, I love you!” I can not say anything, my tears have come down and my children love me , But also for my love for children. Looking through the tears and looking at the children, I suddenly felt that the world in my eyes was getting bigger and bigger and became a large lush piece ... When I was young, the door was a blackboard and a small stick was a pointer. My father and mother were students. I was still a little girl with two pigtails, holding a small stick in my hand and tapping the few white chalk characters on my door slightly with a small stick at one end : “I am your teacher ...”