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闲谈“老师”(国外英文资料) Talk to the teacher The class sighed as the teacher solemnly declared that this weeks assignment was to write a composition about the teacher. Even I feel bored. I dont know how many times I have written my teachers composition since primary school. All the sentences are the same: ah, teacher, you are the gardener, hard to cultivate. Ah, teacher, you are a candle burning silently; Ah, teacher, you are spring silkworm, selfless dedication. Ah, teacher, you are a cow... So many. Even if I didnt have a cocoon in my ear, my hand was a long bubble. When so-and-so read a passionate reading on the stage, I dont know who said that the teacher was the most glorious career in the sun... While we were sleeping in our seats, talking and doing homework. Tedious to listen to, tedious to write. Its numb. To the rich and empty platitudes, like flies that fly over. Hum, hum, hum. Annoying. We cannot deny that the most sacred profession in the world is the teacher. But we also have to admit that todays teachers are robots that teach us what we know. Its not that were too numb. But the teacher was too numb. But since I was talking about my teacher, I had to talk about her. One of my most respected teachers. She didnt know who, also is unknown. Her name pudgy, through thought is called: fat aunts eyes widely, color of skin beneficial black. Knowledgeable, thousands have only read. A bright and cheerful disposition, in the middle of 20 widowed. Thirty father. No children. The poor man. This is the only thing I know about her. She is a school watch-dog. When talking with her, she doesnt sound like a native. Every time my father came to pick me up from school, he would sit in the narrow room and talk to her. Theres nothing to talk about, but its all about academic performance. But then I knew she was a low-income mother in my mothers neighborhood, and I asked my mother, what is a low insured? You can get the money anyway. It coincided with my mothers bad mood that day, and