People often use candles to describe teachers, but I like to use matches to describe you.

When the spring silkworms die, the wax torch turns to ashes and the tears begin to dry

On the stage and at the desk, the cold and summer come and go, sprinkled with little bits of hard work

Moist Flower buds, nurturing peaches and plums, spring blossoms and autumn fruits, full of sincerity

The most glorious profession under the sun

Engineer of the human soul;

Teachers are like candles, burning themselves, Be a light to others.

A three-foot podium, a three-inch tongue, a three-inch pen, three thousand peaches and plums

Ten years of trees, ten years of wind, ten years of rain, a hundred thousand beams

Being a role model for the world, being a role model for others

The threads of the spring silkworm will not be exhausted until the death of the silkworm, and the tears will not dry until the wax torch turns to ashes

The teacher is a red candle, igniting oneself to illuminate others; the teacher is a spring silkworm , spit out his last thread.

Teacher, everyone says that you cultivate the pillars of the motherland; but I want to say that you are the pillars of the motherland. It is you who support the backbone of our generation!?

You are like a red candle, giving all your heat and light to the future generations! Your character and spirit can be summarized in two words, this Two words are - burning! Keep burning!

The classes you taught were so colorful, and every chapter seemed to open a window in front of me, allowing me to see a colorful world. A new world...?

Ah, because of you, the garden is so beautiful, and the earth is full of spring! Teacher, open the window and take a look, this garden is full of spring scenery, this garden is full of peaches and plums. Saluting you!?

Without the nourishment of your spring of thought, how could so many beautiful soul flowers bloom? Ah, teacher, engineer of the human soul, who would not praise you!?

Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and sowing happiness. Teacher, you are the sower of hope and happiness!?

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

Treading every corner of my heart and every inch of my soul is full of respect for you.

It’s like going from the brisk outdoors to the fireside on a snowy winter night; Teacher, your care is like the bright red of the furnace coals, giving me infinite warmth. How can I not thank you?

I am extremely grateful for your painstaking teachings and will keep them in my heart!

There is no limit to the end of the world, only the teacher’s kindness will last forever. Thank you, teacher!

You dyed the color of my youth with all the love in your heart; you used your persistent belief to mold the unyielding character of my character...Teacher, you are shining in the spark of my life!

When a bird encounters wind and rain, it hides in its nest; when there is wind and rain in my heart, I always hide in your arms - my teacher, you are my shield from the rain