“春蚕到死丝方尽,蜡炬成灰泪始干。”我们无数次被我们亲爱的老师无私忘我的伟大精神深深打动,我们也无数次这样赞美我们亲爱的老师这种高尚的品格。米兰幽幽地吐露了一年又一年的芳香,我们的老师也随着时代的脚步向前了一步又一步,他们的教学艺术和教育智慧,让我们觉得他们是我们心目中——— “Spring silkworms die to death, and the wax torch begins to dry.” We were deeply touched by the great spirit of our dear teacher, forgetful of me many times. We have praised our dear teacher for this noble character for countless times. Milan has quietly revealed the aroma of year after year. Our teachers have also gone one step further with the pace of the times. Their teaching art and educational wisdom have made us feel that they are ours.