2. Your position will never change, but your footprints are everywhere; Your temples will turn gray one day, but your youth will last forever.
On the road from naivety to maturity, from ignorance to civilization, you opened the way for us with the torch of life.
The teacher's spring breeze bathes my heart every day.
A good teacher is better than thousands of books.
6. Dear teacher, your sincere love has awakened much confusion, cultivated much self-confidence, ignited much youth and destroyed many sails.
7, the crane hair silver silk reflects the sun and the moon, and the heart is full of blood to open new flowers.
8. Once a teacher, always a father.
9. The gift of a speech is also my teacher.
10, gardener, lofty title, I wish you peaches and plums all over the world and spring glow.
1 1. The river pushes us to the vast sea, and the dawn brings us a bright morning; Dear teacher, you have led us to a brilliant life.
12 teacher, people say that you are a pillar of the motherland, not that you are a pillar of the motherland, but that you support the backbone of our generation.
13. Teachers are the cultivators and sowers of beauty. It's you, shining with beautiful sunshine, nourishing beautiful rain and dew, and making our hearts green.
14, your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze, and as sweet as the spring water. 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.
15, teacher, the light of wisdom that emanates from us will always shine with the spark that you lit with your own hands.
Praise the teacher's beautiful sentences.
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 your evaluation.
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 the flowers blooming everywhere, which one is not as hard as you, and which one is not as smiling as you!
A beautiful article about praising teachers.
Teachers in mountain villages stand by and watch the mountains, with majestic bones as tall as pine trees and noble souls as bright as sunset.
Walk out of the tireless figure from candlelight and hold up a green shade of knowledge in the sun; Groups of brilliant words waded through mountains and rivers, penetrated the hard blackboard, walked through dying tables and chairs, dilapidated classrooms, and captured the barren and ignorant fortress in a large area.
Wearing the eyes of the villagers in the mountain village is like a ray of sunshine, and a flame of sincere love burns in my heart like a mountain flower.
Whenever the bell rings, the plough of language will cross the hard heart and cultivate a green dream in the sound of reading.
At the bottom of pure eyes, there are dozens of immature childlike hearts, and the soft waves reflect the wings of young eagles.
Face poverty, look at ignorance, and follow the mountain. Oh, Mr. Yamamura, you have deeply folded poverty and ignorance in your textbooks, and stepped onto the highland of your heart in poverty.
There is sunshine and rain here, and there is a figure of silent cultivation.
Ah, teacher, you have fixed the image of the cow, and it will last for dozens of spring and autumn when you exert yourself. Even if the sideburns are gray, the maple leaves in the old autumn are the reddest. So, you learn the spirit of spring silkworm and let the motherland be covered with beautiful brocade. Your heart is selfless and broad.
You know best the weight of "being a teacher". Poverty and loneliness, flowers and praise are greeted indifferently, and they are open-minded, like an endless Yuan Ye. The fragrance in Taoyuan is the most pleasant, and the gardener's heart flower is more beautiful. Lower your head, the cultivated soil is clear and fragrant; Stand up, the bright red sun is smiling.
"Silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and candles will drain the wick every night." Oh, this is the eternal gardener's soul!
The class is like a strange home, without a bed and three meals a day ... In this home, the teacher is a kind mother, and we are lively and active children. Thanks to our mother, we can grow up healthily day by day ... In autumn and September, teachers are the theme of this season, and the air is filled with gratitude for teachers. Respecting teachers and attaching importance to teaching is an eternal virtue. Past, present and future, all teachers should be respected and blessed.
For everyone, teachers are the most worthy of our respect and gratitude in our life course from naughty children to teenagers and then to teenagers. Although life is hard, they are concerned about the future of the motherland and students; Although the candle is a small fire, it burns itself out and illuminates others. Teachers' Day today, teachers have the most beautiful smiles, and the golden autumn breeze brings good news of harvest; Today, teachers, please have a rest, sink into the ocean of singing and mingle with laughter. Bright flowers stand on tiptoe to kiss you, and the sweet breath is fascinating and refreshing. Tears of joy, pour out the sweetness in my heart, smile happily and be full of obsession with my career. A pair of clear and pure eyes, surging with incomparable respect and gratitude; In the dry heart, you shed hard sweat, and on your shoulders, we saw the vast world.
Teacher-you are like a drizzle in spring, nourishing flowers and irrigating the earth, while we are sucking the drizzle to grow.
Teacher-you are like an autumn breeze, blowing the yellow land and calling for rice. We have a bumper harvest.
Teacher-in my dark life, you lit the brightest lamp for me;
Teacher-you are the guide on my misty life;
Teacher-you pointed out the direction for me in my rough life;
Teacher-you gave me a pair of powerful wings, let me travel in the world of knowledge!
You present a flower, I present a flower, let's weave a big wreath for my dear teacher and mother. It is you who gave the seeds, the warmth like sunshine; It was you who watered the seedlings with sweat.
Your eyes are like bright stars, shining with charming brilliance; Your singing is like a clear spring, which brings joy to everyone.
Wherever we go, always remember your feelings; No matter where we go. Always remember your words.
Wherever we go, always remember your love; Wherever we go.
Addition, subtraction, multiplication and division are not your efforts! Poetry and songs can't stop praising you! You water our ideal flowers with the nectar of knowledge; You moistened the beautiful fruit of our feelings with clear springs. In this unusual festival, offer our deep blessing!
Send you your first spring and New Year card every year. My dear teacher, may spring be with you forever!
Gardener-a lofty title. Look at the flowers blooming on that branch, watered by your hard sweat. Bless you: peaches and plums are all over the world, and spring is blooming!
The sun shines and the gardener's heart is warm; Rain and dew moisten, peaches and plums are tender and red. I wish you a happy Teacher's Day.
You are a gardener, adding beauty to the mountains and rivers of the motherland; You are like a spring rain, nourishing peaches and plums, and the land of China is full of fragrance. In this festive festival, let me present a heart flower and express my heartfelt wishes to you.
Writing carols with rosy clouds all over the sky and composing poems with flowers all over the place can't express our congratulations on the teacher's holiday!
"Peach and plum are all over the world" is the glory of teachers. -In this beautiful and sunny gardener's day, I wish the teacher happiness and youth forever!
I am not your best student, but you are my most respected teacher. In your festival, I want to pay high tribute to you.
Dear teacher, your earnest teachings are like spring breeze, like Seo Woo, and you will never forget my heart. I sincerely wish you happiness!
We grow from seedlings to trees, but we will always be your students. I wish you more than 60 years old and the tree of life will be evergreen.
You teach students in accordance with their aptitude and are good at enlightening your mind. We congratulate you on your victory with excellent results!
Teacher, I wish you a generation of students and talents, and a generation of elites.
Teacher, you are sincere, kind and beautiful. May all the students' hearts be open to you.
May the music of my stream reverberate in your deep valley forever.
When the sea ebbs, colorful shells are left on the beach. When we graduate, we give our teachers sincere wishes.
You warm every classmate's heart with fire-like emotion, countless hearts are stirred by you, and even your back is condensed with fiery eyes …
You are not an actor, but you attract our hungry eyes; You are not a singer, but let the clear spring of knowledge tinkle and sing charming songs; You are not a sculptor, but you are shaping the soul of young people ... Teacher, how can I forget you!
The name engraved on the board may not be immortal, and the name engraved on the stone may not be immortal; Teacher, your name is engraved in our hearts, which is truly eternal.
Your thoughts, your words, are full of poetry and philosophy. They are so magical ―― ah, how many wonderful ripples they have aroused in my mind!
You respect sincerity and honesty, which is regarded as the rule of life. You are a model in the eyes of our students.
I worship great men and celebrities, but I am more eager to dedicate my respect and praise to an ordinary person-my teacher, you.
You are strict with us and take your own actions as an example. Once your suggestion, request or even order is put forward, we must do it, but it always makes us believe in it and act consciously. This is the tall image you left in my heart.
In my heart, you are the most severe father and the most kind mother; You are an unsung hero and a famous teacher.
Your voice and smile always flash in front of my eyes; You are a kind of character and personality, which will always be treasured in the depths of my memory.
Ah, teacher-the engineer of human soul, only this glorious name has the connotation as rich as the sea and as deep as the blue!
Teacher, this dazzling name, like a brilliant star, will always hang high on our chest.
Even if my temples are gray, I will still sincerely call you-teacher! In front of this sacred and lofty word, I will always be a student who needs enlightenment!
In the sea of life, teacher, you are like a high beacon light, standing on the vast sea, guiding our forward voyage forever!
Don't hesitate to burn yourself and release all the heat, all the light and all the energy. Teacher, you are like a red candle, loved and admired!
Some people say that teachers are like mountains, because mountains are lofty and revered. I also want to say that teachers are like the sea, because the sea is vast and immeasurable.
In the eyes of students, you are "the real seed, the messenger of goodness and the banner of beauty".
You are a charcoal fire in the severe winter, a stepping stone in the turbulent flow under the shade in the summer, and a beacon light in the foggy sea-teacher, you set an example, educate people well, and be a ladder, which is unforgettable!
New bamboo is taller than old bamboo, and their growth is supported by old branches. New students will be born next year, and 100 thousand dragons and grandchildren will go around Fengchi. -[Qing] Zheng Xie
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; With your persistent belief, I forged my unyielding character ... Teacher, you are shining the spark of my life!
Birds encounter wind and rain and hide in their nests; There is wind and rain in my heart, always hiding in your arms-teacher, you are my umbrella and wind wall, how can I not thank you!
Without your generous dedication, I wouldn't be here 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.
Everything in the past will be a beautiful memory ―― Teacher, I miss my middle school days, my alma mater and you. ...
If time can go back, let me go back to my student days ―― dear teacher, how I want to listen to your earnest teachings again …
After parting, your voice often echoes in my ears for a long time; Your figure often appears in front of my eyes; Your teachings, in my heart forever ...
Life is an endless road. I walk, walk, keep walking. When I am tired and slack, your firm face, firm voice and tenacious spirit will float in my memory. Teacher, you have taught me life, how can I forget you!
Whenever I harvest, I can't help but miss the hard-working cultivator-the teacher.
Teacher, although I have been away for a long time, your image seems to be a bright light, which has been flashing in my heart.
Today, I am in a distant place, folding the yesterday you gave me into a boat of memory and floating it in the lake of missing.
The clothes are still the same, and the lights are still the same. Your familiar blackboard writing and familiar voice lead our thoughts to the past student days. Oh, teacher ...
Miss you, dear teacher! I cherish the gaze of your bright eyes in my heart. They are like clear water with two eyes, flowing in my heart forever. ...
Those who drink its stream will cherish its source, and when they learn, they will miss my teacher.
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 your evaluation.
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 the flowers blooming everywhere, which one is not as hard as you, and which one is not as smiling as you!
Praise the teacher's beautiful sentences
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 your evaluation.
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 the flowers blooming everywhere, which one is not as hard as you, and which one is not as smiling as you!