Mother
A mother like water
After I was born
it flowed like a river
And she bet most of her life
Choose me to be the most painful
Flow in the mother's river
I did not be a fish
< p>I chose to be a bumpy sailToward my sea-blue dream
My mother used the purest life
In the days when the wind and rain were raging< /p>
Correction of my wrong course
Many years have settled into gravel at the bottom of the water
Gradually submerging the mother river
And my mast
p>Growing stronger
Mother is the most beautiful river in the world
Injecting youth into my blood with the last drop of water
But I gradually emerged from the dry river bed
Standing in the blue of the sea
Mother for you
I will be the bravest sailor< /p>
Teacher
Every day,
Teacher goes to bed the latest, but gets up the earliest.
Afraid that time will slip away.
The old locust tree outside the window knows this, and the birds on the tree know it.
Under the desk lamp,
She worked hard grading homework.
Looking, looking,
A smile filled the corners of the mouth.
But the footsteps of Father Time were mercilessly imprinted on her kind face.
The teacher's dream was very short, very short,
but in the dream, she could also hear the clear ringing of the bell for class.
Between night and dawn,
The teacher is like a red candle,
burning silently...
Every day,
The teacher is the earliest to come, but the last to leave.
The first ray of dawn knows this, and the stars in the sky know it.
She used her hard work to inspire us to study hard.
She guides us,
to climb to the peaks of knowledge,
to look towards the glorious future!
The teacher is like a hard-working gardener,
nurturing us into flowers of the motherland,
to create a better future.
Teacher,
You will always be our beloved teacher!