thank you
On the journey of life, you have enriched my thoughts, developed my intelligence and lit the light of hope for me. Thank you teacher!
Spring rain, which dyed the world green, disappeared silently in the soil. Teacher, you are the spring rain that moistens our hearts, and we will always thank you.
Teacher, you are the ocean, I am the shell, and you gave me colorful colors ... how can I thank you?
Stepping through every corner of my heart, every inch of my heart is full of respect for you.
Just like on a snowy winter night, I came to the hearth from the windy outdoor; Teacher, your care, like the deep red of charcoal, has given me infinite warmth. How can I not thank you? Thank you very much for your careful teaching, I will keep it in mind!
The ends of the earth are everywhere, and only teachers are infinitely kind. Thank you teacher!
You dyed my youthful color with all your love; You forged my unyielding character with persistent faith ... teacher, there is a you shining in the spark of my life!
Birds encounter wind and rain and hide in their nests; There is a storm in my heart. I always hide in your arms-my teacher, you are my umbrella and windbreak. How can I not thank you?
Without your generous dedication, how could I be today? Thank you very much, dear teacher.
You sent me into a colorful world, and you brought me into an infinite world ... Teacher, my heart is calling you and saluting you.
Give me spirit, tenderness and maternal love ... teacher, you only give, never take. How can I not show my sincere respect to you?
Your eyes are silent language, full of expectations for me; It is the burning flame that gives me great heat: it will be imprinted in my heart for a long time. ...
If I can fight the blue sky, you gave me wings to fly; If I am a warrior who breaks the waves, you have given me the power to make waves; If I am an immortal torch, it is you who give me the light of youth!
Teacher, in today's light of wisdom, there is also the spark that you ignited in the past!
In the past, you planted the seeds of knowledge in my heart. Today, I have achieved fruitful results in scientific research-teacher, this is your harvest!
Your inculcation has turned into wisdom in my heart, blood in my chest and code of conduct ... thank you for your careful cultivation.
Because of your loving irrigation and hard work, there will be gorgeous peaches and plums and golden rice and wheat. May my gratitude turn into a bunch of flowers that will never fade and bring fragrance to your life.
I can't forget your gentle words, which washed away the dust and mud in my heart; I can't forget your mighty east wind-like exhortation and summon up the courage to move forward. Teacher, I am grateful to you all my life!
Vacuum, firmness, humility and simplicity-this is the song you taught me to sing, and this is the road you guided me to take in life.
There is a rainbow that doesn't appear after the rain or in the sky. It often appears in my heart, urging me to be an upright person-dedicated to my mentor who has always cared about me!
Teacher, thank you for illuminating the journey of my life with your own light of life.
Zansong
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? Ah, teacher, engineer of human soul, who is not praising you?
Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and happiness. Teacher, you are the sower of this hope and happiness!
Teacher, you are a cultivator and a sower of beauty. It is you, shining with beautiful sunshine, nourishing beautiful rain and dew, making 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 are more like a nameless root, let the young trees grow sturdily, let the branches bear rich fruits, but ask for nothing in return.
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. And when you need a bucket of water, never give a glass of water. Giving in due time is a skill of a good gardener. My teacher, this is your art of education.
Regardless of the cold inkstone in Qin Xin, peaches are ripe and dripping, but plums are ripe and incompetent. It is easy to grow flowers, but difficult to educate people. The valley is very fragrant, poems are full of people, paintings are full of people, and talented people smile.
Teacher, you sow spring, ideals and strength with the noblest feelings of human beings. ...
Sowing with language, cultivating with colored pens, watering with sweat and nourishing with painstaking efforts are the noble work of our beloved teacher.
You work in the present, but you are building the future of the motherland; You teach in class, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland.
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, the sand turns into pearls and shines.
There are countless proud and happy memories in your teaching career, but you keep them in your heart, just staring at a garden to be explored.
If I were a poet, I would write poems with enthusiasm and praise the vastness and profundity of the sea. And dedicated to you-my broad-minded and knowledgeable teacher.
Teachers are kindling, igniting the fire in students' hearts; Teachers are stone steps, carrying students to climb steadily step by step.
You are like a candle, thin as it is, but with a little heat and light, it illuminates others and exhausts yourself. This selfless dedication is unforgettable.
Spring silkworm has never said anything to brag about in her life, and the silver silk spit out is a 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 evaluation for you.
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 father's love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than friendship. Your teacher's love is the greatest and cleanest in the world.
The value of fireflies is to shine on others with lights hanging from the back end; Your respect lies in always providing convenience for others.
Who scattered the rain and dew all over the earth? Who feeds the seedlings hard? It's you, teacher, you are a great gardener! Look at all the blooming flowers, which one is not as hard as you, and which one is not as smiling as you?
The kindness of the teacher is unforgettable. On September 10, will you offer any blessing to your beloved teacher? As a campus reporter of Nanchang North School, I will show some grace in the next few days and present special gifts to the teachers with the lens. Thanksgiving teacher! Thanksgiving school! Grateful society! Thanks to all the teachers, thanks to all the teachers who have educated us!