Teachers are like candles,
Burn yourself silently and illuminate us.
Teachers are like navigation marks,
In the days we passed away,
Light the heart lamp for us.
Teachers are like gardeners,
We are saplings,
It's her,
Prune us into towering trees.
Teachers are like nails,
We are rotten wood,
It's her,
Make us the pillars of the motherland.
Dear teacher:
I gave you this poem,
May you always be young!