Each people all h**e own dream, also h**e a dream in my heart, it deeply buried a pregnant with my ideal seeds, in my heart to take root, sprout.
Each people all h**e own dream, some people want to be a writer, someone wants to be a pilot, someone wants to be an astronaut, I want to be a human engineer teachers. Someone may ask me: when the teacher h**e a good, low wages, work hard again, still not taken seriously by people, the home has five grain, improper king but has it ever occurred to you, if there is no teacher to teach knowledge, then we wouldnt it be a fool, because with the teacher teach us knowledge, we human beings can become more and more intelligent, more and more developed, it is because the teacher has given us a seam, we can swim in the sea of knowledge. During the day, the teacher standing on three feet platform for us to the lecture; Night, the moon has climbed up the tree, but the teacher in the flickering light of hard exercise books for us on the road the bright red tick... Maybe when one is surrounded by the joy of success, he would forget their loved ones, but he will never forget my teacher, because he has a teachers success is a credit.
I also is same, no matter how I look, how far, I will not forget my respected teacher, because I am in the teachers care, love grow up under the influence of bath, wherever I go to the end of the world will not forget their own teacher, so I aspire to the teacher the profession. Now I was a pupil, I must be hard, study hard, study hard, grow up to go in the dream three feet platform.