On the journey of life, you have enriched my soul, developed my intelligence, and ignited the light of hope for me. Thank you, teacher!

The spring rain dyes the world green, but it disappears silently into the soil. Teacher, you are the spring rain that nourishes our hearts, and we will always be grateful to you.

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!

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!

The lessons you taught are so rich and colorful. Each chapter seems to have opened a window in front of me, allowing me to see a beautiful 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 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 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 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 are more like the unknown tree roots, which make the small trees grow vigorously and make the branches full of abundant fruits, but do not ask for any compensation.

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, connecting the severed mountains for us, allowing us to reach the peak of harvest; you are the ivy, tough and slender, guiding us to pick Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng on the top of the cliff.

When Miaoer 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.

Regardless of hard work, the peach tree will be ripe and the elixir will flow out, 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.

Teacher, you use the most noble human emotion - love, to sow spring, sow ideals, sow strength...

Sow seeds with words, cultivate with colored pens, water with sweat, Nourishing with hard work, this is the noble labor of our beloved teacher.

You work today, but you are building the future of the motherland; you teach in the classroom, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland.

Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then the student is the sand in the clam; you use love to lick it, grind it, soak it, wash it... Over the years, the sand becomes a particle. A pearl, shining brightly.

Your teaching career has countless proud and happy memories, but you treasure them in your heart and just look at the field to be developed.

If I were a poet, I would write poems with enthusiasm to praise the vastness and depth of the sea. And dedicate it to you - my teacher with a broad mind and profound knowledge.

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

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.

The language of your lectures is as sweet as the tinkling mountain springs, as friendly as the gurgling brooks, and as exciting as the rushing rivers...

Chun Can has never said anything that he is proud of in his life. The silver thread spit out is the ruler to measure the value of life. Dear teacher, you have never shown off in front of others, but the blooming peaches and plums are the highest praise for you.

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.

The value of a firefly lies in using the lamp hanging on its back to shine on others; your respectability lies in always providing convenience to others.

Who spreads the rain and dew all over the earth? Who works hard to nurture the seedlings? It's you, teacher, you are a great gardener! Look at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one doesn’t have your hard work on it, and which one doesn’t have your smile on it!

The golden wind brings laughter, and the fragrance of osmanthus flowers floats.

Teacher’s Day is here again today.

I don’t know how much hard work the teacher has put in for our growth.

We will never forget the teacher’s caress for us.

Hello, teacher!

People compare teachers to red candles, which illuminate others and burn themselves.

People compare teachers to gardeners, cultivating peaches and plums to bloom all over the world.

Teaching is a noble career under the sun.

The teacher gave us the sunshine of ideals and the sunshine of wisdom.

The teacher guides us to embark on the road of life full of sunshine.

The teacher hopes that we will become the sun of the new century.

The teacher’s words are like spring rain nourishing my heart.

Teachers use the rain and dew of knowledge to water our growth.

The gentle spring rain is the teacher’s care for us.

The teacher’s words and deeds are like spring rain that moistens things silently.

Teachers are willing to be green leaves and hold us up like red flowers.

The teacher is a green leaf, willing to contribute silently.

The green color of the leaves symbolizes the teacher’s everlasting youth.

When we are like flowers in full bloom, we will never forget the kindness of green leaves.

Teachers are like big trees, with blue sky above their heads and earth under their feet, silently benefiting society.

The teacher is a big tree, bringing a spring scenery to the world.

The teacher sows the seeds of hope and cultivates us into a forest.

Small trees grow into pillars, never forgetting the kindness of the gardener.

Yes, the teacher's enthusiasm is like the sun, the teacher's teachings are like spring rain,

the teacher's style is like green leaves, the teacher's career is like a big tree, our teachers are good