Ask for a poem wishing the teacher a happy birthday.

What do you think of this song? Every day, the teacher goes to bed the latest, but gets up the earliest. Afraid of time slipping away. This, the old locust tree outside the window knows, and so do the birds on the tree. Under the desk lamp, she tried to correct one homework after another. Look, look, the corners of the mouth are full of smiles. But the old man's footsteps are mercilessly printed on her kind face. The teacher's dream is very short, very short, but in the dream, she can still hear the class bell. Between night and dawn, the teacher is like a red candle, burning silently ... every day the teacher comes first and leaves last. This is known at the first dawn and all the stars in the sky. She inspired us to study hard with her efforts. She guides us to climb the peak of knowledge and look forward to a brilliant future! A teacher is like an industrious gardener, who cultivates us into flowers of the motherland and creates a bright future. Teacher, you will always be our beloved teacher!