The teacher, a sacred pure career full of hardships. The teacher, it is his second parents, education like a father to you, with loving words fill your tender heart; Like mother care about you, caress you with full of love hands, let you learn to do a reality.I want to be a teacher, an obscure, selfless dedication, good teacher!Just from kindergarten to primary school, I always reject learning, naughty, teacher, you use persuasive words taught me, let me fall in love with learning from now on!I want to be you! A convincing you!Per we meet with difficulties in learning, the work, ear ring you will always be that kind of voice: "the classmates, actually difficult is not terrible, terrible is afraid of difficulties, think of Helen. Keller, she was blind, ears deaf is hard, and we are the perfect person? Come on! The teacher believe that you must do!" Listen to your words, I always in my heart silently tell yourself, "you must do it! Come on!"I want to be you! A kind of you!Class, we are teachers and students; During recess, we are close friends. You are always with us there is no age gap. We together and laugh together, play together, speak in... . Sometimes, we even forget you are a old ?School is our second home, you are our parents. Scores declined, would you kindly ask the reason, and we find less than together, together make up the results. When we principle errors, to take a serious look, would you like to say: "a person's basic principle must not be destroyed. If principles are destroyed, lost wings like birds, flowers without fragrance, fish left the water!" Serious eyes contain the selfless love, once again, we feel you to care about.I want to be you! A serious and you!Perhaps, the teacher in three hundred and sixty-five industry is small, but I want to be a teacher! When the black hair is ?I want to be you! I want to be a good teacher!
