Spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they die, and wax torches will not dry until they turn to ashes.

Teachers are engineers of the human soul.

Teacher, you are the ocean, I am the shell, you gave me the colorful colors... How should I thank you!

Teacher, you are a cultivator of beauty and a sower of beauty. It is you who shine with beautiful sunshine and moisten with beautiful rain and dew, so that our hearts are green and full of flowers!

Teachers are the fire, igniting the fire of students' hearts; teachers are stone steps, allowing students to climb up step by step.

The trouble with people is that they are good teachers.