“一日为师,终生为父”。这代代传下来的古训,是我们这个民族对师道的敬畏。“父”存在于血脉中,“师”存在于精神里。我的师长们在我的精神园地里,永远是一片灿烂的阳光。当我业绩有进时,他们光亮而温暖地照耀着我,为我的长进而快乐;当我遇挫难行时,他们更加光芒四射地照耀着我,唤我奋进,催我前行。我心里记着每一位教过我的师长,然而我却始终没有攒够笔力来描绘他们。他 “A day as a teacher, lifelong father.” The old saying handed down from generation to generation is the fear of our nation against the teacher. “Father ” exists in the blood, “teacher ” exists in the spirit. My teachers are always bright sunshine in my spiritual garden. As my performance progresses, they shine brightly and warmly to me, and are happy for my progress. As I am frustrated, they shine more and more brightly on me, inspiring me and pushing me forward. I remember every teacher who taught me, but I never save enough to paint them. he