有时候,看着讲台上老师漂亮的板书,精湛的讲辞,我总会偷偷地想起在心中揣了许久了的梦。梦中,那个在讲台上神采飞扬、传授知识的老师是我,而我的面前是世间最纯真可爱的学生。我的梦很小,只想成为在粉笔画出的白色世界中无怨无悔穿梭着的老师。不索求回报,只想让知识灌溉在那片稚嫩的心田之间。教师,不是最伟大的职业,不是最光荣的职业,但却是最幸福的职业。台灯下的辛苦备课,换来学生的美好未来,作为老师,会感到无比的自豪。讲台上,呛人的粉笔灰挡不住学生求知的视线,那粉笔灰便也充满了丝丝甜蜜的味道。粉笔灰静静飘落,如白纱飘扬,望着精心培育出的栋梁之才,每个老 Sometimes, looking at the teacher on the podium beautiful blackboard, exquisite speeches, I always secretly think of my heart hides a long time dream. In my dreams, the teacher who taught me knowledgeable on the rostrum was me, and my face was the most pure and lovely student in the world. My dream is very small, just want to become a teacher in the chalk-drawn white world shuttle without complaint. Do not seek return, just want to make knowledge irrigation in that immature heart. Teachers, not the greatest profession, not the most glorious occupation, but it is the happiest occupation. The hard lesson preparation under the lamp, in exchange for a bright future for students, as a teacher, will feel very proud. Podium, choking chalk can not stop the students seeking knowledge of the line of sight, then the chalk is also full of silly sweet taste. Chalk ash quietly falling, such as white yarn flying, looking carefully nurtured the pillars of talent, each old