But, I often wonder, the United States ah, where are you? Li Ning is full of energetic and youthful vitality of the body, the soldiers or in law and son filled with heroic fire smoke inside? Is a colorful garden in the spring, or in Guilin, where a poem like painting landscapes? America, it seems that here, it would seem not entirely here.
Whenever I see our teachers, they aroused my reflections on the United States. Decades of teaching career, chalk white, dyed her hair to climb up over time so that wrinkles her forehead, and youth passes with Hongbigougou, and Does she not beautiful? She did not like Li Ning won a piece of shiny gold pieces; Gangqiang her hand on the battlefield never ride the establishment of immortal exploits. Her life is very mundane, from dormitories to the office, from office to the classroom, again and again bid farewell to a group of students, but also usher in a group of students, just like crossing the old boatman, sent off a batch after batch of passing can be paddled boats are still there.
More mundane work ah? But she lives with the youth Candle, lit up the journey of thousands of students. Upon receipt of a letter from the students, listen to them talk about their work and study progress, she is always pleased to laugh. This is the most beautiful hair at the inner smile, this laugh in the face, I saw the flash of a noble beauty.
I wanted to, brick, stone, sand is too mundane, and is also a very common, but without them, how can we build skyscrapers? If not, she did not like her, millions of ordinary people, their lives quietly with their own hands with hard work, with their own watering efforts, our country how can there be so many construction professionals?
Whenever I see a teacher the window light, I seem to see shining in the fire, her face round after round of wrinkles, become a read music, is playing with a sincere and touching song, pouring her extraordinary and beautiful mind. Yes, I remember Heinrich Heine once said: "In all creation, there is no more beautiful than the human mind and better things."
美是我们青年所追求的，美的发型，美的服装，美的歌声，美的舞姿……
但，我常常在想，美啊，你在哪里？是在李宁充满刚健和青春活力的体魄里，还是在法卡山战士弥漫着炮火硝烟的英雄业绩里？是在春天万紫千红的花园里，还是在桂林如诗似画的山水里？美，好像是在这里，又好像不尽在这里。
每当看到我们的老师，就引起了我对美的思索。几十年的教学生涯，粉笔染白了她的头发，时间的推移使皱纹爬上了她的额头，青春随着红笔钩钩流逝了，难道她不美吗？她不像李宁那样，夺得了一块块闪闪发光的金牌；她不曾手持钢枪在战场上驰骋，建立不朽的功勋。她的生活平凡极了，从宿舍到办公室，从办公室到教室，周而复始，送走了一批学生，又迎来一批学生，就像渡口的老船工，送走了一批又一批的过客，可仍然在那儿划着船。
多平凡的工作啊？可是她用青春生命的红烛，照亮了千千万万个学生的征途。每当收到学生的来信，倾听他们说起自己的工作和学习进步时，她总是欣慰地笑了。这是发处内心的最美的笑，在这张笑的脸上，我看到了一种崇高的闪光的美。
我曾想，砖、石、沙太平凡了，也太普通了，可是没有它们，又怎能建成摩天大楼？如果没有她，没有千千万万和她一样平凡的人，一辈子默默地用自己的双手耕耘着，用自己的心血浇灌着，我们的祖国哪有这么多的建设人才？
每当我看到老师窗前的灯光，我仿佛看到了在明火照耀下，她脸上的道道皱纹，变成了五线谱，正在演奏着一曲真诚而动人的歌，倾吐着她平凡而美丽的心灵。是的，记得海涅曾说过：“在一切创造中，没有比人的心灵更美，更好的东西了。”