Teacher, everyone says that you are cultivating the pillars of the motherland; I want to say that you are the pillar of the motherland. It is you who support 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!
Your lectures are so rich and colorful. Every chapter seems to open a window in front of me, and let me see a colorful new world ...
Ah, thanks to you, the garden is so gorgeous and the earth is full of spring! Teacher, please open the window and see, this all loves and this garden full of peaches and plums are all saluting you! Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how could 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 the cultivator and sower of beauty. It is you who shine with beautiful sunshine and moisten with beautiful rain and dew that our hearts are green and full of flowers! You are busy with the blooming of flowers and the maturity of fruits, silently hanging the shade of leaves! Ah, teacher, your spirit, always remember my heart!
you are more like the unknown root, which makes the small trees grow sturdily and the branches full of rich fruits, but you don't ask for any reward.
You gave us a ruler of life to measure every day. You have given us a mirror of exemplary behavior, so that we can learn from it 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 a bucket of water is needed, never give a glass of water. Giving in a timely and appropriate way is the skill of a good gardener. My 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.
Teacher, you sow spring, ideals and strength with the noblest feelings of human beings ... sow with words, cultivate with colored pens, irrigate with sweat and moisten with painstaking efforts. This is the noble work of our beloved teacher.
you work in the present, but you are building the future of the motherland; You teach in the classroom, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland. Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then the students are the sand in the clam; You lick it, grind it, soak it and wash it with love ... Over the years, the sand has become pearls, shining brightly.
There are countless proud and happy memories of your teaching career, but you cherish them in your heart and just stare at a garden to be explored.
If I were a poet, I would write poems with full enthusiasm, praising the vastness and profundity of the sea. And dedicate it to you-my teacher with broad mind and profound knowledge.
Teachers are kindling, which ignites the fire of students' hearts; Teachers are stone steps, bearing the students' steady upward climb step by step.
You are like a candle. Although it is thin, it has a part of heat and a part of light, which illuminates others and exhausts yourself. This selfless dedication is unforgettable. The language of your lectures is as sweet as a tinkling mountain spring, as cordial as a gurgling stream, as turbulent as a rushing river ...
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.
Your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze, and as sweet as the clear spring. Your love is more severe than fatherly love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than friendly love. Your teacher's love is the greatest and cleanest in the world.
The value of fireflies is that they shine on others with that lamp hanging at the back end. Your respect lies in always providing convenience to 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 in full bloom everywhere, which one is without your hard work and which one is without your smile!