ble lamp will accompany you to 11 o'clock in the evening Parliament Cigarettes. I can't remember how many times, wake up, you are still at the desk. Mom and Dad, you put your heart and soul on the students and donated everything for the education of the motherland. Why can't you let your daughter inherit the father's business and fight for the education of the motherland? You love your own business and love yourself. Daughter, female Children also love their ideals. "Report the teacher!" I said in my heart. "You dare!" A roar made me shudder. My father��s angry face appeared again, God! He first time I made such a big fire, my face swelled red, and the blue veins on my forehead jumped, like a few hairs squirming, and the bloodshot eyes, so big, terrible! "Who makes You reported to the teacher? It��s just a mess!�� The voice of anger echoed in the room: ��Noisy��noisy��noisy���� I felt trembling as I thought of this voice, and the thought that had just been firmed was shaken in this voice. Open your eyes, there is still no moonlight, this is the real night "grab!" My heart suddenly moved, and immediately opened the lamp. Soon, two white small paper balls were placed on the table. I closed my eyes. In my heart, I said, "God bless, I will open the "decisive" paper ball with a slight trembling hand. "School!" God actually answered me like this! "Oh Marlboro Lights," the light went out, and I went back to the darkness... Why, why did God also leave the teacher cold? Being a glorious people teacher is what I dreamed of. Wish, remember that when I first wrote the essay "My Ideal", I proudly announced that my ideal is to be a people's teacher! I also regard the heroine in "The Rural Female Teacher" as my idol. However, what are the teachers and teachers now? Are you suffering? I am not afraid. If life is alive, it is not a pleasure. It is the condition that life can last forever. Is it tired? If you want to work well, no matter which line, Need to suffer hardships; can't get anything? This is nothing, the value of life is not in the request, but in giving. The request is just a fleeting moment, and giving is eternal. Moreover, the teacher is not able to get anything. A lyric of true love, a praise song from the heart of the lungs, is not the best reward for people to give teachers? "What are you afraid of?" I asked in my heart. Self-proclaimed, "The motherland needs talents, teachers, teachers who need to cultivate talents, and someone needs to be a carrier rocket that is brave to sacrifice... Yes, I will report to the teacher! I think of it, I look out the window, oh, the night has passed. The east is a little bit bright Marlboro Red, the sun is going to rise up with mom and dad, forgive your disobedient daughter! She should be a real petrel, an eagle, you will open the cage and let her in life. Go to the sea to accept the baptism of the storm, and fight hard on the road of life! Related articles: NewportCigarettes