September, dedicated to teachers
September has arrived as scheduled.
The world is brilliant because of this.
We sing September,
for it is your eternal festival.
We remember September,
because this is our sincere confession.
September is a cup overflowing with love,
We raise it high with both hands
Amid sincere blessings,
p>
Please cheers.
The music of September has been played.
Please accept our September gift.
All teachers who are working hard on the education front.
Teacher, thank you for your hard work
Who is it - leading us who are ignorant into the spacious classroom,
teaching us a wealth of knowledge?
It’s you! teacher!
With your hard work and sweat,
you have nurtured the tender seedlings that have just broken ground in spring.
Who is it - to educate the naughty us
into people who can be considerate and help others?
It’s you! teacher!
Your care is like the gentle spring breeze
It warms our hearts.
Who is it that cultivates us
into mature and sensible teenagers?
It’s you! teacher!
Your protection allows us to grow healthily.
Bear fruit in the golden autumn season.
Thank you for your hard work! teacher!
People who work hard in the scorching heat and cold.
Thank you for your hard work! teacher!
People who devote their youth to nothing.
We have the highest respect for you!
——Thank you for your hard work, teacher!
I can only help here, Teacher
Teacher - you are like the drizzle in spring,
Nourishing the flowers and irrigating the earth,
And we continue to suck the drizzle and grow.
Teacher - you are like a gust of wind in autumn,
blowing the earth yellow and calling gold to the rice,
and we got the fruits of the harvest.
Teacher - you are the one who lit the brightest light for me on my dark road of life;
Teacher - you are the one who lit the brightest light for me on my dark road of life. My guide;
Teacher - you are the one who pointed out the way forward for me in my bumpy life;
Teacher - you are the one who gave me the guidance Gave me a pair of powerful wings, allowing me to travel in the world of knowledge!
You offer a flower,
I offer a flower,
Let us weave a big garland,
For my dear teacher mother.
It was you who gave the seeds,
the warmth of the sun;
it was you who used your sweat,
to water the seedlings.
Your eyes are like bright stars,
sparkling with charming brilliance;
Your singing is like a spring stream,
Bringing joy to everyone.
No matter where we go,
I will always remember your love;
No matter where we go.
Always remember your words.
No matter where we go,
I will always remember your love;
No matter where we go,
It will always be you of a flower.
The golden wind brings laughter, and the fragrance of osmanthus flowers floats.
Teacher’s Day is here again today.
Teachers have worked hard for our growth.
We will never forget the teacher’s caress for us.
Hello, teacher!
People compare teachers to red candles, which illuminate others and burn themselves.
People compare teachers to gardeners, cultivating peaches and plums to bloom all over the world.
Teaching is the noblest cause under the sun.
The teacher gave us the sunshine of ideals and the sunshine of wisdom.
The teacher guides us to embark on the road of life full of sunshine.
The teacher expects us to become the sun of the new century.
The teacher’s words are like spring rain nourishing my heart.
Teachers use the rain and dew of knowledge to water our growth.
The gentle spring rain is the teacher’s care for us.
The teacher’s words and deeds are like spring rain moistening things silently.
The teacher is willing to be a green leaf and hold us up like a red flower.
The teacher is a green leaf, willing to contribute silently.
The green color of the leaves symbolizes the teacher’s everlasting youth.
When we bloom like flowers, we will never forget the kindness of green leaves.
Teachers are like big trees, with blue sky above their heads and earth under their feet, silently benefiting society.
Teachers are big trees that bring spring to the world.
The teacher sows the seeds of hope and cultivates us into a forest.
The small trees grow into pillars, and the gardener’s nurturing kindness is never forgotten.
Yes, the teacher’s enthusiasm is like the sun, and the teacher’s teachings are like spring rain.
The teacher’s style is like green leaves, and the teacher’s career is like a big tree. Our teachers are just good
>