My good teacher's poems have many seasons, many spring, summer, autumn and winter,
You are a red candle burning bright life,
How much blood and sweat, not seeking fame and history.
You spread the fire of wisdom with true feelings.
Just like the spring silkworm gave her lifelong loyalty,
Just like Dong Mei singing the song of early spring.
How many sleepless nights, how many times the lights are on,
In the long night, there is a figure at your desk.
Add China hair to the hair, and the three-foot platform laughs.
You shorten the distance between heart and heart with love.
You are the sunshine that melts the cold ice and snow,
You are the guide to lead people out of the maze of science.
Ah! Glorious teachers and hardworking gardeners!
The fragrance of peaches and plums is your joy, silently dedicating your selfless heart.
Ah! Glorious teachers and hardworking gardeners!
The fragrance of peaches and plums is your joy, silently dedicating your selfless heart.
My good teacher's poems are in the Spring and Autumn Period.
Several degrees of wind and rain
Heat and summer confusion
Regain the memory of the past
Just for the record of love and respect.
She came quietly.
Like a long-lost dew
Sow seeds in our hearts
Like a drifting ship
Find a port of call.
How many times?
Walk through the hall of knowledge
Smile in the sun.
Turn around suddenly
Your kindness, your love
Fly in the white cloud sky
The sacred moment has finally arrived,
I stand on the edge of time.
Shout loudly:
Teacher, you have worked hard!