I used to be a fragile seedling, but you moistened my heart with the spring rain of knowledge.
I used to be a confused teenager, but you lit my life with a lamp.
Some people say that you are, and silkworms will weave until they die in spring, but I will say that you are a hard gardener.
Give me rain and dew, give me sunshine, and suck the drizzle to grow.
Some people say that your candle will dry up when it turns to ashes, but I will say that you are an engineer of mankind.
Give me wisdom, give me ideals, plug in soaring wings and soar in the wind and rain.
2. Miss the teacher
Counting the past unfocused days, all the good things slip through your fingers.
I want to sing the song in my heart for you, but I find that you are no longer in the dim light.
Silently chanting the dribs and drabs of the past, all the teachings are still ringing in my ears.
I want to write a spring poem for you, but I find that you have already burned yourself out in autumn.
When the tide of life recedes from the beach, all wishes become melodies.
I wanted to present a bunch of flowers from my heart, but I found that your grave was tall and straight.
3. Miss the Teacher
The corners of the years crisscross, making you use a weak lamp.
Illuminate the ravines and ridges of the journey and let the ideal of flying reach the other side of happiness.
The cramped post office is like a dream, and it is the clear spring of your soul.
Moisturize the beautiful fruit of our sentiment and make the mountains and rivers of the motherland more beautiful.
Standing between a rain and a wind, feel the floating and rising of fog and haze.
Feel the fading and glory of the season, only thinking that you are the eternal oath in this life.
4. Praise the teacher's short poem
September comes as scheduled, making the world brilliant.
We sing September, because it is your eternal festival.
We remember September because it was our sincere confession.
September is an emotional cup, and we hold it high with our hands.
With sincere wishes, please raise your glasses.
The music in September has been played, please accept our gift in September.
All the teachers who are struggling on the education front.
Step 5 praise the teacher's short poem
Four spring rains have taken precautions, and several autumn rains have washed away the gap.
Black hair and frost weave the sun and the moon, and chalk writes the spring and autumn without words.
Before the spring is old, the silk spits, and the candle tears turn into gray and autumn is thicker.
Peach and plum are sown in three thousand gardens in spring, and Qiu Lai is rich in China fruits.