时间苍老了青春,奋斗淹没了岁月,教师生涯随着一届届学生的成长不断延伸。那些逝去的岁月有着曾经的生动与美丽,总是让人心潮澎湃不能自已。看着一张张毕业留影,一个个奋斗的身影在眼前浮现,思绪犹如草原上奔腾的骏马,纵横驰骋;一年年的奋斗,让人激情进发,振奋昂扬。有人说,教师是一支红烛,有一份热,发一份光,照亮了学子,耗尽了自己;教师是火种,点燃了学子的心灵之火;教师是石级,吸引着学子一步步 Time was old and youth, struggle drowned years, with the continuous growth of the teacher's career students. Those who have gone through the years have been vivid and beautiful, people always feel surging can not be their own. Looking at a graduation picture, one by one in front of the fighting figure emerges, thoughts like the galloping horse on the prairie, vertical and horizontal ride; year of struggle, passionate, inspiring. Some people say that the teacher is a red candle, a heat, send a light, illuminate the students, run out of himself; the teacher is the kind of fire, lit the students of the fire of mind; the teacher is a stone level, attracting students step by step