jessica hollingswortg

Ordinary and passionate

September autumn, teacher's festival, the heart tide, the past flies away. How many years of ups and downs, how many years, how many searching, how many twists and turns. Always remember the source of strength, always feel the spark of wisdom, always sing songs of praise for teachers. Teacher's business, sacred and stirring. The ancients cloud, teacher, preach and teach to solve doubts. Through the ages, who stepped into the profession of teachers, it means burning themselves, light up the determination of others to seek! Xia Shang Zhou to drop, how many school teacher order school, unknown, hard work, cultivate the backbone of hundreds of millions of nations, write the ode to Chinese civilization through the ages. Long history, Geng Gengxing river, where outstanding, meritorious and outstanding there must be a good teacher, and the teacher, perhaps no regrets to pay a lifetime of work. Teacher's road, ordinary and passionate. Spring and autumn, winter and summer, three feet podium ten desks; Time passes, the campus classroom shabby abode. The same road back and forth, ordinary things wasted years. There are bitter and bitter, also had joys and sorrows, also know the world cold and warm, also cannibalism incense. In the face of innocence, dry the tears, let the spring breeze breeze bud; Mount the pulpit, inspire the words, let the wisdom of the field of hope. Ordinary road, ordinary life, often filled with lofty, let a person unforgettable that passion. Teacher's dream, beautiful and indifferent. Dream glory, dream transcendence, dream depends on, reflect the noble mind. The beautiful dream of a teacher is nothing more than to be blue and green in blue, and the next generation is just the dream of a teacher. Perhaps the teacher, knowledgeable to bright ambition; Perhaps teachers, broad and elegant aspirations; Perhaps the beautiful dream of teachers comes from the beautiful and selfless profession.