You warm the hearts of every classmate with your fire-like emotions. Countless hearts are pulled and stirred by you, and even your back is condensed with hot eyes...
You are not You are an actor, but you attract our hungry eyes; you are not a singer, but you make the spring of knowledge jingle and sing charming songs; you are not a sculptor, but you shape the souls of batches of young people...Teacher Ah, how could I forget you!
The name engraved on the wooden board may not be immortal, and the name engraved on the stone may not be immortal. Teacher, your name is engraved on our hearts, which truly lasts forever.
Your thoughts and words are full of poetry, philosophy, and seem so magical - oh, how many wonderful ripples they have stirred up in my mind!
You respect sincerity and integrity as the principles for conducting yourself in the world. You are a role model for our students.
I admire great people and celebrities, but I am more eager to dedicate my respect and praise to an ordinary person-my teacher you.
Best wishes
Addition, subtraction, multiplication and division cannot be counted as your contribution! Poems and songs cannot express my admiration for you! You use the nectar of knowledge to water the flowers of our ideals; you use the clear spring of the soul to nourish the beautiful fruits of our sentiments. In this unusual festival, we offer our deepest blessings!
Every year, I send you the first ray of spring and a New Year's card; my dear teacher, I hope spring will always be with you!
Gardener - a noble title. Look at the flowers blooming on the branches, watered by your hard work and sweat. Bless you: peaches and plums are all over the world, and spring is shining everywhere!
The sun is shining, and the spring feeling is warm in the gardener's heart; the rain and dew are moisturizing, and the peach and plum branches are blooming with red buds. --Wish you a happy Teacher's Day.
You are a gardener, adding beauty to the mountains and rivers of the motherland; you are like spring rain, nourishing peaches and plums, making the land of China full of fragrance. On this festive day, let me offer you a flower from my heart to express my heartfelt wishes to you.
Writing carols with the sky full of colorful clouds and weaving poems with flowers everywhere cannot fully express our congratulations to Teacher’s Day!
“The world is full of peaches and plums” is the glory of teachers. --On this Gardener's Day, when the wind is clear and the autumn fruits are abundant, I wish you happiness and eternal youth!
I am not your best student, but you are my most respected teacher. On your day, I would like to dedicate a high respect to you.
Dear teacher, your sincere teachings are like the spring breeze and the rain, and they will always be in my heart. I sincerely wish you happiness and success!
We grow from seedlings to big trees, but we will always be your students. In your sixtieth year, I wish you an evergreen tree of life.
You teach students in accordance with their aptitude and are good at enlightening the soul. We hold excellent results and congratulate you on your victory!
Teacher, I wish that the students you educate will be full of talents and elites.
Teacher, you are sincere, kind and beautiful. May the hearts of all my classmates be open to you.
May the music of my creek always echo in your deep valley.
When the tide goes out, leave colorful shells on the beach. When we graduate, we give our sincere wishes to our teachers.
Admiration
You warm the hearts of every classmate with your fire-like emotions. Countless hearts are attracted by you, and even your back is condensed with hot eyes...
You are not an actor, but you attract our hungry eyes; you are not a singer, but you make the spring of knowledge jingle and sing charming songs; you are not a sculptor, but you shape a group of people. The souls of young people...Teacher, how can I forget you!
The name engraved on the wooden board may not be immortal, and the name engraved on the stone may not be immortal. Teacher, your name is engraved on our hearts, which truly lasts forever.
Your thoughts and words are full of poetry, philosophy, and seem so magical - oh, how many wonderful ripples they have stirred up in my mind!
You respect sincerity and integrity as the principles for conducting yourself in the world. You are a role model for our students.
I admire great people and celebrities, but I am more eager to dedicate my respect and praise to an ordinary person-my teacher you.
You hold us to strict requirements and set an example by your own actions. Once your advice, request, and even order are put forward, we must do it, but you always make us sincerely convinced and act consciously. This is the tall image you have left in my heart.
In my mind, you are the sternest father and the kindest mother; you are an unsung hero and a famous teacher.
Your voice and smile always flash before my eyes; your character and personality will always be treasured in the depths of my memory.
Ah, teacher - the engineer of the human soul, only this glorious name has a connotation as rich as the sea and as profound as the blue sky!
Teacher, this dazzling name will always hang high in our chests like a brilliant star.
Even if my temples are gray, I will still call you sincerely - Teacher! In front of this sacred and noble word, I will always be a student in need of enlightenment!
On the sea of ??life, teacher, you are like a tall beacon, standing on the vast sea, guiding us on our journey all the time!
Burn yourself without hesitation, emitting all the heat, all the light, all the energy. Teacher, you are like a red candle, loved and respected by others!
Some people say that a teacher’s kindness is like a mountain, because the mountains are towering and make people respect them. I would also like to say that the teacher's kindness is like the ocean, because the ocean is vast and immeasurable.
In the minds of students, you are "the true seed, the messenger of kindness, and the banner of beauty."
You are the charcoal fire in the harsh winter, the stepping stone in the turbulent water under the thick shade in the hot summer, and the beacon light in the foggy sea - Teacher, you teach by words and deeds, educate people well, and are willing to serve as a ladder for others. , unforgettable!
Looking up makes you taller, drilling makes you stronger. ——"The Analects of Confucius? Zihan"
New bamboo branches are higher than old bamboo branches, all because of the support of old branches. Next year there will be new ones, and one hundred thousand dragons and grandsons will surround Fengchi. ――〖Qing〗Zheng Xie
Thanks
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!
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 umbrella to protect me from the rain. How can I not thank you for the wall that blocks the wind!
Without your generous contribution, I wouldn’t be where I am today. Thank you very much, dear teacher.
You send me into a colorful world, you bring me into an infinite world...Teacher, my heart is calling you and saluting you.
You gave me your soul, your tenderness, your motherly love...Teacher, you only know how to give and never want to receive, how can I not express my sincerity to you? of respect?
Your eyes are a silent language, full of expectations for me; they are a burning flame, giving me huge heat: it will be imprinted in my heart for a long time...
If I can fight against the blue sky, it is you who have given me the wings to soar; if I am a warrior who hits the waves, it is you who have given me the power to make waves; if I am an immortal torch, it is you who have given me the strength to fly. The light of my youth!
Teacher, in the light of wisdom emanating from us today, the spark you ignited back then still shines!
In the past, you sowed the seeds of knowledge in my heart. Today, I have the fruits of my scientific research - teacher, this is your harvest!
Your sincere teachings have turned into the wisdom in my mind, the blood in my chest, and the norms of behavior...I thank you, thank you for your careful cultivation of me.
Because of your love and hard work, the peaches and plums are gorgeous and the rice and wheat are golden. May my gratitude turn into a bouquet of flowers that will never wither and bring fragrance to your life.
I will never forget your gentle and drizzle-like words that cleansed away the dust in my soul; I will never forget your mighty east wind-like exhortations that inspired me to have the courage to move forward. Teacher, I am forever grateful to you!
Vacuum, determination, humility, simplicity - this is the song you taught me to sing, this is the path of life you guided me to take.
There is a rainbow that does not appear after the rain or in the sky. It often appears in my heart and encourages me to live an upright life - to my mentor who always cares about me!
Teacher, thank you for using your light of life to illuminate my journey of life.
Missing
Everything that has passed will become a cordial memory - Teacher, I miss my middle school days, my alma mater, and you...
If time Being able to turn back time and let me return to my student days - dear teacher, how I want to listen to your sincere and thoughtful teachings again...
After farewell, for many years, your voice has always been in my ears. ring; your figure always appears in front of my eyes; your teachings always stay in my heart...
Life is an endless road, I walk, walk, keep walking . When I am tired and slack, your firm face, perseverance voice, and perseverance spirit will appear in my memory. Teacher, you taught me life, how can I forget you!
Every time I harvest, I can't help but miss the cultivator who sows hard - the teacher.
Teacher, although we have been apart for a long time, your image seems to be a brilliant and shining light spot, which has always been shining in my heart.
Today, I am in a distant place, folding the yesterday you gave me into a boat of memory, and letting it float in the lake of longing.
The clothes are still the same and the appearance is still the same. Your familiar writing on the blackboard and familiar voice lead our thoughts to the past student days. Oh, teacher...
I miss you, dear teacher! The gaze of your bright eyes is treasured in my heart. They are like two clear springs, flowing forever in the valley of my heart...
Those who drink from its flow will remember its source, and when they learn from it, they will remember my teacher.
Praise
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 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 the beautiful sunshine and moisten with the 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.
Spring Silkworm has never said anything self-proclaimed in her life, and the silver thread she spits 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 noble 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!
A poem dedicated to the teacher
Sending you a bouquet of flowers
To express our respect for you;
Sending you a beautiful poem
Bring you a touch of sweetness.
Teacher - you have worked hard,
It is you who have led us through the wind and rain,
It is you who have nurtured us with the nutrition of knowledge,
but never asked for anything in return.
It is you who have given us answers to difficult questions,
You told us:
When you encounter difficulties,
Don’t give up easily.
From now on in our lives,
Full of joy at all times.
Many less worries,
Added a sense of perseverance.
Another harvest autumn,
You are still holding the colorful brush tightly in your hand.
Depicting a beautiful blueprint,
Nourishing the peaches and plums of the motherland.
You are still serious in the middle of the night. Prepare lessons,
In your sleep, you are still recalling the joy of our success.
We are the flowers blooming in spring,
It is you who played the wonderful music for us. Melody.
You are a hard-working gardener,
We will remember your sincere words.
Take every step in life well,
Friendly, fit, realistic and enterprising!
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A poem dedicated to the teacher - the teacher’s eyes
The teacher’s eyes are like the moon at night,
We are one Stars,
in the teacher’s smile,
twinkling.
The teacher’s eyes are like an endless ocean.
We are small fishes,
in the arms of the teacher,
swimming happily.
The teacher’s eyes are like the blue sky.
We are one white cloud after another.
Under her gaze,
floated around freely,
the teacher’s eyes were like a mirror.
Can illuminate our souls.
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Poems dedicated to teachers
Send you a bouquet of flowers
To express our respect for you;
Send you a beautiful song,
Bring you a sense of Sweet.
Teacher - you have worked hard,
it was you who took us through the wind and rain,
it was you who nurtured us with the nutrition of knowledge,
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But you never asked for anything in return.
It was you who answered our difficult questions.
It was you who told us:
When we encounter When things are difficult,
Don’t give up easily.
From now on, our lives will be full of joy at all times.
There is a lot less. Troubles,
added a sense of perseverance.
Another harvest autumn,
You still hold the colorful paintbrush tightly in your hand.
Describe a beautiful blueprint,
Nourishing the peach and plum of the motherland.
You are still preparing lessons carefully late at night,
You are still thinking about it in your sleep The joy of our success.
We are the flowers blooming in spring,
It is you who play the beautiful melody for us.
You are the hard-working gardener,
We will remember your sincere words.
Take every step of life well,
Friendly, fit, realistic and enterprising!
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September ——Poetry dedicated to Teacher’s Day
September is fruity, September is chrysanthemum-yellow,
but I can still smell the fragrance of March peaches and plums,
The coolness of autumn in September gives us the restraint and dignity of autumn;
The fruits of September give us the maturity and yearning of autumn.
In this golden autumn season when we look back,
We have the unspoken happiness of our own.
My child, I hope your eyes will shine with the light of hope,
You will not be deeply hesitant at the fork in the road in life,
I I would like to use my soul to light up the lighthouse of your souls and help you steer the right course on the dark sea.
I wish, with my silent and persistent heart,
to create thousands of possible paths for you on the three-foot podium,
I May I be infected with the passion of your youthful blood
Live until you are old, learn until you are old, grow up together, and gain a lifetime of prosperity!
I know that this festival embodies the Chinese people’s respect and hope for teachers for thousands of years.
What the chalk draws is the curve of life;
Homework, accumulated layer upon layer, is the earnest expectation.
I am no longer a candlelight,
Because the weak candlelight is not enough to illuminate your way forward;
I will not be a spring silkworm,
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Because being trapped in a cocoon is not the dream of a free soul.
I am like the sun, burning and bursting, bringing you radiant light;
I am like the leading wild goose, spreading my wings with you in the clear sky*** soar.
Children, I want you to set your sights on the broader and boundless world.
Children, I am just a shining sunshine in September.
As you grow up On the journey,
I, we, for the future of the nation, for the hope of the nation
We will burn brighter than the day,
and we will burn brighter than the day. You're a bunch of hot fire kindling!
In September, we are on a journey between Japan and China.
We give everything and gain everything.
Children, it is your diligence and love that make Our bags are full,
we are full of passion, because we, like you,
are free masters of life.
The sails of September are still about to set sail,
Children, I want you to say loudly:
"Okay, I will come and follow you - —My captain——"
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Poems dedicated to Teachers' Day
September Fruity
September Chrysanthemum Yellow
September Us Thinking of who is still spreading hope
In September we collect sunshine
In September we sing songs affectionately
September is a touching season to seek knowledge Eyes to treasure for a lifetime
Blessings fly among the autumn leaves in September
The poet composes an immortal poem in September
None of us have forgotten who it is in September Silently giving us wedding clothes
In September, we dare not forget from now on
In September, we dare not forget who taught us how to think
In September, we dare not forget who made the world full of love and the sound of books
In September, we dare not forget who built the palace of knowledge with hard work
In September, we dare not forget Who guides the direction in confusion
In September we guard the waves of harvest
In September we are still growing in textbooks
In September we will not forget The admiration that is remembered with emotion
There is a thing
There is a thing called sacred
It is the star that shines at dawn in the sky
Silently illuminating those who came first and those who came later
Together we move toward the light that flashes countless times in our dreams
There is something called eternity
It is the beach that watches the tide return. The rock
grows away its life in the wind and rain
Becomes a totem worshiped by countless pilgrims
There is something called sincerity
It is The unadorned white clouds
Carrying too much with one’s own fatigue
The longing eyes of the little bird that wants to fly
There is something called the cry of love Simplicity is called dedication or
it can also be called other praises because she is so beautiful
Yes, some people write a great poem with themselves
Just like the silent ears of wheat that grow into a harvest and give birth to hope
Poetry dedicated to the teacher
The teacher is like a gardener, caring for the budding flowers,
Teachers are like candles, lighting themselves and illuminating students.
Whenever she sees her classmates’ neatly written homework,
her face is filled with a smile.
Day after day, year after year,
Father Time’s footprints have been imprinted on the corners of her eyes.
Every day the teacher goes to bed at the latest and wakes up at the earliest!
If there are no teachers who work hard to educate us,
Where can we get talents from generation to generation? ...
Ah, teacher, how great you are!
Whenever I make a mistake,
I see your forgiving eyes!
Thank you for your hard work, teacher!
"Ode to the Gardener"
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 flowers of soul bloom? Ah, teacher, engineer of the human soul, who would not praise you! Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and 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 the beautiful sunshine and moisten with the 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 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, it will take a while to make the peach ripe, and the plum ripe will be useless. 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 power... Sow with words, cultivate with colored pens, water with sweat, nourish with hard work, this is us Dear teacher, noble labor.
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 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.
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 creeks, and as exciting as the rushing rivers...
The spring silkworm has never spoken a self-proclaimed word in its life, and the silver thread it spits out is the measure. The ruler of 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 noble 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!
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1 I once remembered your hands covered with powder
I once remembered your charity Your sincere teachings
I remember your new silver hairs
Because of you, students can become talented
Because of you, the world is like this Civilization
Teacher, you are the beacon
Find HOME for the lost children
Teacher, you are the angel
September is dedicated to Teacher
September has arrived as scheduled.
The world is brilliant because of this.
We sing September,
Because this is your eternal festival.
We remember September,
because this is our sincere confession.
September is a cup overflowing with love,
We raise it high with both hands
Amid sincere blessings,
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Please cheers.
The music of September has been played.
Please accept our September gift.
All teachers who are working hard on the education front.
2 Others get gold from life
You can only get the fragrance of flowers
Your gold is the morning sun
Your silver It’s the fifteenth moon
But you are still whistling happily
Your pride is the fragrance of peaches and plums
Poetry and article celebrating Teachers’ Day - Teacher, hard work
Who led us who were ignorant into the spacious classroom,
taught us a wealth of knowledge?
It’s you! teacher!
With your hard work and sweat,
you have nurtured the tender seedlings that have just broken ground in spring.
Who is it - to educate the naughty us
into people who can be considerate and help others?
It’s you! teacher!
Your care is like the gentle spring breeze
Warming our hearts.
Who is it that cultivates us young people into mature and sensible teenagers?
It’s you! teacher!
Your protection allows us to grow healthily.
Bear fruitful results in the golden autumn season.
Thank you for your hard work! teacher!
People who work hard in the scorching heat and cold.
Thank you for your hard work! teacher!
People who devote their youth to nothing.
We express our highest respect to you!
——Thank you for your hard work, teacher!
I can only help here, teacher
Teacher - you are like the drizzle in spring,
nourishing the flowers and irrigating the earth,
And we continue to suck the drizzle and grow.
Teacher - you are like a gust of wind in autumn,
blowing the earth yellow and calling gold to the rice,
and we got the fruits of the harvest.
Teacher - it is you who lit the brightest light for me on my dark road of life;
Teacher - it is you who lit the brightest light for me on my dark road of life. My guide;
Teacher - you are the one who pointed out the way forward for me in my bumpy life;
Teacher - you are the one who gave me the guidance Gave me a pair of powerful wings, allowing me to travel in the world of knowledge!
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You offer a flower,
I offer a flower,
Let us weave a big garland
Dedicate it to our dear teacher and mother.
It was you who gave the seeds,
warmth like the sun;
it was you who used your sweat,
to water the seedlings.
Your eyes are like bright stars,
Sparkling with charming brilliance;
Your singing is like a spring stream,
Bringing joy to everyone.
No matter where we go,
Always remember your love;
No matter where we go.
Always remember your words.
No matter where we go,
Always remember your love;
No matter where we go,
It will always be you of a flower.
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