"16號，擦黑板女生怦怦地走上講臺，拿起宛如千斤重的黑板擦，黑板上留下的模糊不清的字跡寫滿了她的怨恨，"討厭，粉筆灰弄得滿頭都是。"她喃喃自語地從我身邊走過，我不禁心一顫，被她那句宛如寒風(fēng)般的話割傷，我的心好痛好痛……

&On the 16th, the girl who wiped the blackboard thumped up to the podium and picked up the blackboard eraser which was like a kilogram of weight. The vague handwriting left on the blackboard was filled with her resentment. &I can't help shivering when she passed me muttering. I was cut by her words like a cold wind. My heart hurts so much

粉筆灰討厭嗎？難道粉筆犧牲自己的精神震撼嗎？言盡于此，我不禁想起了偉大的人--教師。

Is chalk dust annoying? Can chalk sacrifice its own spiritual shock? At this point, I can't help but think of the great man - the teacher.

教師，多么神圣的職業(yè)，它像蠟燭、粉筆一樣偉大，手握粉筆寫出了對學(xué)生們無盡的愛，對學(xué)生傾囊相授的知識和無言的關(guān)懷，就是不寫那句"我是偉大的人"。教師默默奉獻(xiàn)，正如粉筆將自己的一生印在黑板上，留下了些許的無奈。惆悵，光陰似箭，歲月不饒人，我想多為教育事業(yè)奉獻(xiàn)，還有許多孩子正用渴望的目光盯著我，我不想這么早離開崗位……

Teacher, what a sacred profession, it is as great as candle and chalk. Holding chalk in hand, it writes endless love for students, knowledge and wordless care for students, that is, not to write that sentence & quot; I am a great person & quot;. The teacher silently dedicates, just as chalk prints his life on the blackboard, leaving some helplessness. Melancholy, time flies like an arrow, the years are unforgiving, I want to contribute more to the cause of education, there are many children staring at me with eager eyes, I don't want to leave my post so early

教師是圣人也是人，額頭上出現(xiàn)了道道皺紋，我知道那是被一把叫做"擔(dān)憂"的刀雕刻成的。同樣的，粉筆灰也在教師頭發(fā)上久久盤旋，不肯離去，仿佛他們是一體的，每個教師都是一位天使，但是為了孩子們，他們藏起了飛向天宮的翅膀，在人間逗留。為了學(xué)生，他們嘔心瀝血地批改作業(yè)，為了學(xué)生手中的成績單，他們不喋不休地翻練習(xí)題，復(fù)印給學(xué)生，為了黨的教育事業(yè)，他們雙鬢斑白，蒼顏白發(fā)，仍不辭勞苦，一心一意地?zé)o私奉獻(xiàn)。

Teachers are saints as well as human beings. There are wrinkles on their foreheads. I know it was carved by a knife called "worry". In the same way, the chalk dust also hovered on the teacher's hair for a long time and refused to leave, as if they were one. Each teacher was an angel, but for the sake of the children, they hid the wings flying to the heaven palace and stayed in the world. For the sake of the students, they are painstakingly correcting the homework, for the sake of the report card in the hands of the students, they do not repeatedly turn over the exercise questions, copy them to the students, for the sake of the party's education cause, they have grey temples and gray hair, and they still spare no effort and dedication.

粉筆是短小的，掂在手里不過幾克，但是不是渺小的，它有自己的貢獻(xiàn)，它是教師的影子，每一支粉筆上都寫滿它與教師之間的不解情緣。

Chalk is short. It's only a few grams in hand, but it's not insignificant. It has its own contribution. It's the shadow of a teacher. Every chalk is full of the mystery between it and the teacher.

輪到我擦黑板的時候，我拿起黑板擦不禁黯然神傷。我擦去的是老師的心血，我成了罪人。晚上，我輾轉(zhuǎn)反側(cè)，好不容易睡著了。睡夢里。一支粉筆從天外飄來，它告訴我，不必為此難過，它不想留下功績讓人贊揚，我不記得我有沒有答應(yīng)它，但我記得它來的乘坐五彩云，與它攜手同行的是教師！

When it's my turn to clean the blackboard, I can't help but feel sad. What I wiped is the teacher's hard work, I became a sinner. In the evening, I tossed and turned and finally fell asleep. Sleep. A piece of chalk came from the sky. It told me that it didn't have to be sad about it. It didn't want to leave behind the achievements to be praised. I don't remember whether I promised it or not, but I remember that it came to ride on the five colored cloud. It was the teacher who walked hand in hand with it!