“长大后我就成了你,才知道那支粉笔,画出的是彩虹,洒下的是泪滴;长大后我就成了你,才知道那个讲台举起的是别人,奉献的是自己……”曾几何时,我被这暖入人心的歌词感动了,并默默许愿:长大后我一定要成为一名教师。在满腔热情中向往人们常说教师的职业平凡而不失崇高,因为你走在校园的每个角落,总能看到教师们不辞辛劳的身影,他们正用爱呵护着身边的小天使,正用心抚慰着每一个小精灵。于是,我向往着,向往着在教师殿堂 “When I grew up, I became you, I learned the chalk, and I drew a rainbow. It was teardrops. When I was growing up, I became you. I realized that the podium raised someone else. It was his own...” Once upon a time, I was touched by this welcoming lyrics, and silently wishing: I must become a teacher when I grow up. In the enthusiasm of aspiration, people often say that teachers’ profession is ordinary and noble, because you walk in every corner of the campus, you can always see the teachers who have worked tirelessly. They are lovingly protecting the little angels around them. Cares for every elf. So, I yearn for, I am longing for the teacher’s temple