小时候写作文的时候喜欢用书上看来的好词好句来赞美老师,说老师是红烛,燃烧自己,照亮别人;说老师是春蚕,春蚕到死丝方尽。然而,如今身为人师,听到别人说教师是红烛和春蚕却甚是诚惶诚恐,因为扪心自问,自己没有红烛崇高,更没有春蚕那样伟大。如果真要有一比的话,我倒觉得老师更像是个尽心尽职的乘务员,在固定的线路之间接完了一拨又一拨的乘客,在把乘客送 When I was writing a child, I liked to compliment the teacher with good words and phrases that seemed to me the book, saying that the teacher was a red candle burning himself and illuminating others. However, as a teacher, people who hear others say that teachers are red candles and spring silkworms are very much in fear and trepidation because they ask themselves that they have no lofty red candle, and that they are not as great as those of a silkworm. If you really want to have a ratio, I would rather think the teacher is more like a dedication of the flight attendant, in the fixed line after another wave of another set of passengers, the passengers to send