. The most glorious profession under the sun, the engineer of the human soul; 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, one hundred thousand spring beams. When the torch turns to ashes and tears begin to work on the journey of three people, there must be my teacher, who is like a candle, burning himself and illuminating others. We are the flowers of our motherland, and teachers are hard-working gardeners. The teacher is like a long bridge leading to the coast of knowledge. The teacher is like a candle, burning himself and illuminating us. The teacher is like a big tree, protecting us from wind and rain. 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 your descendants! Your character and spirit can be summed up in two words - burning! Keep burning! 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 full of spring scenery, this garden full of peaches and plums, are all saluting you! Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how could so many beautiful flowers of soul bloom? Teacher, engineer of the human soul, who would not praise 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 with green grass and blooming with flowers! Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then the students are like the sand in the clam; you use love to lick it, grind it, soak it, wash it... Over the years, the sand becomes pearls, shining brightly. You are like a candle, although it is thin, you have some heat and some light, illuminating others and exhausting yourself. This selfless dedication will never be forgotten. Your love is as warm as the sun, as gentle as the spring breeze, and as sweet as the clear spring. Your love is more serious than father's love, more delicate than mother's love, and more pure than friendship. You, the teacher's love, is the greatest and most pure in the world! If we are a ship, the teacher is the sail, leading us to move forward in the ocean of knowledge; if we are going to embark on a journey, the teacher is like the candle we hold, illuminating our bumpy road in learning. You allow us to open the windows of our souls, you give us spiritual pillars, you send us on the path of learning, and you give us endless encouragement. Teacher, we will always remember 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! You are busy with the blooming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, silently hanging the green shade of leaves! Ah, teacher, your spirit will always be in my heart! You gave us a ruler of life, allowing us to measure it every day; you gave us a mirror of exemplary behavior, so that we have role models to learn from everywhere. You are the bridge that connects the severed mountains for us, allowing us to reach the peak of harvest; you are the ivy, tough and slender, guiding us to pick the Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng on the top of the cliff. When a seedling needs a glass of water, he will never give him a bucket of water; and when he needs a bucket of water, he will never give him a glass of water. Giving at the right time and in the right amount is the skill of a good gardener. My teacher, this is also your art of education. No matter how hard you work, the peach tree will be ripe, and the plum tree will be ripe. It is easy to plant flowers but difficult to cultivate people. The fragrance of flying in the valley is extraordinary, the world is filled with poems, paintings, and talented people are all smiling.