In class, chalk always dedicates itself silently on the blackboard and always contributes to us with its small body. It didn't complain, but exchanged its youth for everyone's wisdom.
When the chalk disappeared in front of the blackboard, the last hymn was already rippling in my heart, which was so similar to the teacher's life.
I praise chalk because it is broad-minded and never cares about personal gain or loss.
I admire chalk very much, because its appearance is simple, and I never deliberately decorate myself.
I praise chalk, because it has no regrets, and countless "bodies" under the blackboard are the last hymn of its life.
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Every night, the chalk in the box will fall asleep quietly. No one will feel sad because they will lose themselves tomorrow. They sleep soundly, and often give out smug laughter and excited sighs in their dreams. Agree 12 1| Comments (3)