A: A colorful childhood is like a rushing stream.
Run to the distance with cheerful songs;
B: Six years of primary school is like a refreshing breeze.
Through the fingertips, leaving infinite nostalgia.
A: Six years ago today, I left primary school at sunset, ending the first day of primary school.
B: Now, six years later, I entered middle school in the early morning and started a new middle school life.
A: Another reincarnation. The sunshine is as warm as usual.
How many smiling faces are reflected
B: It's another winter, and plum blossoms are in full bloom as usual.
Send a few wisps of teacher's fragrance.
B: Your exercise book is full of your love for work.
Your eyes show that you care about us.
My forehead is covered with wrinkles.
My voice became hoarse.
Together: but you are still writing a hymn of life.
Still telling the regrets of youth.
B: Teacher, I'd rather be a light at night.
Spend a long night with you
Teacher, I would like to be the dew in the morning.
Reflect your light
Teacher, I want to make you a cup of fragrant tea.
Teacher, I want to change your homework.
Teacher, I hope you don't get tired any more.
B: Life is like a play, and teachers are like poems.
Teacher, the hot sunshine is us.
We want to warm your heart.
Teacher, the blooming flowers are us.
We want to dress up your beauty.
B: My teacher's feelings are unforgettable.
A: Today, a thousand words can be summed up in one sentence:
Thank you teacher!