Ten years of trees, ten years of wind, ten years of rain and a hundred thousand columns.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
Teachers are our biological parents! My parents raised us and our teachers educated us!
4 teachers are red candles, lighting themselves to illuminate others; The teacher is a silkworm, spitting out the last silk thread.
Teachers are mothers, the greatest mothers besides the earth.
Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more.
teacher for a day, father for a lifetime.
Teachers are engineers of the human soul-Stalin.
The most outstanding professional engineer of human soul under the sun.
10 threesome, there must be my teacher.
And:
All the words are given by my teacher.
Gardener, lofty title, I wish you peaches and plums all over the world, and spring is everywhere.
The river pushes us to the vast sea, and the dawn brings us a bright morning; Dear teacher, you have led us to a brilliant life.
Teacher, some people say that you are the pillar of the motherland, not that you are the pillar of the motherland, but that you support the backbone of our generation.
Teachers are the cultivators and sowers of beauty. You shine with beautiful sunshine, moisten with beautiful rain and dew, and make our hearts lush and colorful.
Your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze and as sweet as a clear spring. Your love is more severe than fatherly love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than friendship. Your love-the teacher's love is the greatest and purest in the world.
Teacher, the light of wisdom we send out will always shine with the spark that you personally lit.
We are the flowers of our motherland, and our teacher is a diligent gardener.
Teachers are like a long bridge leading to the knowledge coast.
Teachers are like candles, burning themselves and illuminating us.
The teacher is like a big tree, sheltering us from the wind and rain.
Teacher, everyone says that you are cultivating the pillars of the motherland;
I want to say that you are the pillars of the motherland.
You have propped up the backbone of our generation!
You are like a red candle, giving all the heat and light to the younger generation!
Your character and spirit can be summed up in two words.
Burning! Keep burning!
Ah, with you, the garden is so gorgeous and the earth is full of spring!
Teacher, please open the window and have a look. All this love and this garden full of peaches and plums are paying tribute to you!
Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how can so many beautiful flowers of the soul bloom?
Teacher, the engineer of human soul, who is not praising you!
Teacher, you are the cultivator and sower of beauty.
It's you, shining with beautiful sunshine and nourishing beautiful rain and dew.
Our hearts are full of green grass and flowers!
Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then students are the sand in the clam;
You lick it, grind it, soak it, and wash it with love. ...
Over the years, grains of sand have become pearls and glistened.
You are like a candle, thin as it is, but a little hot and scattered, illuminating others and exhausting yourself.
This selfless dedication is unforgettable.
Your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze and as sweet as a clear spring.
Your love is more severe than fatherly love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than friendship.
You, the teacher's love, is the greatest and cleanest in the world!
If we are a ship, then the teacher is a sail, leading us forward in the ocean of knowledge; If we want to embark on a journey, the teacher is like a candle we hold, illuminating the bumpy road in our study. You let us open the window of our hearts, you gave us spiritual support, you sent us on the road of learning and gave us endless encouragement. Teacher, we will always remember you.
Teacher, you are a beautiful cultivator and a beautiful sower. It is you who shine the beautiful sunshine, moisten the beautiful rain and dew, make our hearts green and full of flowers! You are busy with the blooming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, silently hanging the shade of leaves! Ah, teacher, your spirit, always remember my heart!
You gave us a ruler of life, let us measure it every day; You gave us a mirror of exemplary behavior, and let us learn everywhere.
You are a bridge, connecting the cut mountains for us and leading us to the peak of harvest; You are a green vine, tough and slender, which guides us to collect Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng at the top of the cliff. When Miao Er needs a glass of water, never send a bucket of water. When you need a bucket of water, you will never give a glass of water. Giving at the right time is the skill of a good gardener. My teacher, this is also your art of education. No matter how hard you work, it is easy to grow flowers and difficult to educate people. The valley is fragrant, the poems are full of people, and the talented people smile.
Teacher, you use the noblest feelings of human beings-love, sowing spring, sowing ideals, sowing strength ... sowing with words, cultivating with colored pens, watering with sweat and nourishing with painstaking efforts. This is the noble work of our beloved teacher.