Three-foot platform, no word monument;
Two inches of chalk, write down eternal truth.
How many years, it's all your hard work.
With youth and life, with knowledge and wisdom, we have shaped the soul of a nation!
This is the world you painstakingly manage;
This is your paradise for miracles.
You use Pythagoras' string to describe the track of scientific development;
Your motivation to recite reality and ideals with poetry;
You observe the decomposition and synthesis of knowledge with a microscope;
You opened a door to the outside world with ABC;
It is your clear spring, watering people's hearts eager for knowledge;
It is your inner light that ignites people's lofty ideals.
Thus, profound knowledge develops here, and the essence of 5,000 years of culture is described and recited here. Your kind laughter and wise eyes have become the driving force for the people of China to forge ahead.
Some people say: you are a spring silkworm, taking away an unsustainable life and leaving a thousand silver threads;
You are a candle, taking away the rolling tears and leaving a bright light;
You are an old ox, taking away the footsteps of the years that have passed in a hurry, but leaving footprints of cultivation on the sacred land of civilization;
You are still a bright lamp, a bridge, a bright moon and a gardener.
Yes, you deserve it, but did you show your difficult mentality?
You are bald and poor, and chalk dust on your body is called chic;
You have worked hard, but your endless macro talk on the podium can't hide the emptiness in your vegetable basket;
You set up a brilliant foundation to send other people's children to Tsinghua Peking University in batches, but you reap the cold tears of your own children falling into Sun Shan.
You, too sacred!
How can I repay your kindness?
History will cast a golden cup for you and engrave your name on the base of this golden cup!
2. Who is it, taking the heart as the boat and the pen as the paddle, taking me to the ocean of knowledge;
Who brought me to golden Xiang Qiu with the gestation of spring and the enthusiasm of summer?
3. In the warm wind season, the sky is raining with lilacs, and a young female teacher comes to the mountain village. Since then, children's lives are no longer as barren as the land where they grew up. Lilacs bloom and lilacs fall, and years leave traces on her face. Illness stretched out her merciless hands. Finally, in that lonely autumn, the wind came again, and the autumn wind took away the fallen leaves and her smiling face. Lang Lang's reading voice echoed in the sky, but never again.
Who is the normal state of high school teachers?