Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then the students are the sand in the clam; Do you lick it, grind it, soak it and wash it with love? Over the years, sand grains have become pearls, shining brightly.

Teacher, this is your art of education. Regardless of Xin Qin's cold inkstone, peaches are ripe and dripping, and plums are ripe and incompetent. It is easier to plant flowers than to cultivate people. The fragrance of the valley is extraordinary, the poems are full of people, the paintings are full of people, and the talents are smiling.

Silkworm has never said anything boastful in her life, and the silver silk she spits 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. Ocean deep, a teacher, can't describe my respect for you in gorgeous language, nor can I thank you in beautiful music. In the towering mountains, you can't match the greatness of your selfless dedication.

I wish you a happy holiday. You planted peaches and plums with selflessness, lit the fire of wisdom with hardship, watered our growth with sweat, nourished our hearts with knowledge, and displayed your great personality with ordinary career. I wish you a happy holiday and happiness on Teacher's Day!