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It, unknown, others have never paid attention to it, never protected it, never complained about it, and selflessly let people use it until the end of their lives. It, leaving only some white ashes. It's-chalk.

It is always ignored. At school, in the classroom, it fell to the ground and no one picked it up and put it back on the table. I stepped on it. Its body is like a piece of sand, shattered, and a gust of wind blows, sending it far away. ......

In fact, there is a kind of people who are similar to chalk. They are teachers. Teacher, what a common name! However, teacher, what a sacred name! Teacher, she paved the way for our future. She is selfless and hardworking. She broke her heart for her children and taught us the truth of being a man every day. Every night, the children are already in a sweet dream, and what about the teacher? I squatted on the desk and corrected my homework by the light of the desk lamp! Teacher, she was afraid that we couldn't understand what she said, so she said it over and over again until her voice became hoarse. Which student's grades have improved, and who is the happiest? It's her, the smiling one, teacher. Look! On the teacher's forehead, several wrinkles are deeply imprinted on the teacher's head and in my heart ... chalk, isn't that the spirit of selfless dedication the teacher's spirit?

It never complains, she never regrets, because, for others, she has given herself!