如果粉笔是一条绳 ,黑板是一只桶 ,那么 ,老师您 ,便是一口井 ,一口知识的井。您无怨无悔的损耗着自己 ,任凭那黑黑的小桶 ,打捞着您的生命。井栏上深深的伤痕 ,刻下的是您的艰辛 ,您的历程。一代又一代的学子摇动求知的辘 ,从旭日东升的清晨摇到满天星斗的夜晚 ,从桃红柳绿的 If the chalk is a rope, the blackboard is a barrel, then, the teacher you, is a well, a well of knowledge. You have no regrets loss of yourself, let alone that dark black bucket, salvage your life. Deep scars on the column, carved is your hardships, your course. Generation after generation of students shake the wheel of knowledge, from the rising sun rising to the starry night, from the pink and willow green