Legend has it that angels can sing beautiful songs in the lower world. I happened to pass by the fork in the road, the cold silence of the branches and the faint fragrance of a sycamore flower. You folded a paper crane, held it in your hand, and laughed. What kind of quiet and noisy loneliness is this? Staring into the distance, I can't figure out whether you are a sculpture or something else. Like thousands of roads, you must have your own direction. I often ask, what is commendable, unknown, or earth-shattering? I can't draw it out suddenly with my thoughts. As long as we turn around and smile at the window-as long as we use a metaphor, as long as the most touching hope in our imagination is a casual look precipitated by passion, and whose poem is it to celebrate Teacher's Day-lead us into the spacious classroom and teach us a wealth of knowledge? It is you! Teacher! With your hard sweat, you have nurtured the tender seedlings that have just broken ground in spring. Who-who educated naughty us into understanding and helpful people? It is you! Teacher! Your care is like a warm spring breeze, which warms our hearts. Who is it-to train young people into mature and sensible teenagers? It is you! Teacher! Your protection makes us grow up healthily. The autumn season is fruitful. You have worked hard! Teacher! People who work hard in the heat and cold. You have worked hard! Teacher! Dedicate youth to nothingness. We pay high tribute to you! -You have worked hard, teacher! Legend has it that angels can sing beautiful songs in the underworld. I happened to pass by a fork in the road, passing through the cold silence of the branches and the fragrance of a sycamore flower. You broke a paper crane, held it in your hand, and laughed. Staring into the distance, what a quiet and noisy loneliness. I can't think of you as a sculpture or anything, but you must have your own direction. I often ask, what is commendable, unknown, or earth-shattering? I can't imagine it with my brain. Suddenly, you turn around and smile and float in front of the window-as long as a metaphor, as long as an imagination, the most touching hope is actually a casual passion precipitation. I don't know where the most beautiful language was born, and the rhyme is scattered. I can only hear sparrows resting on the window. In my dream, it is a sycamore flower or a star and a lamp shining with their own light. It is not because of persistence that we insist on silence. It's not a fantasy, so it's a little noisy. Like everyone else, you are ordinary and extraordinary, developing your own direction, so you don't have to look up at the wind. The rain stopped and floated to the other side of Wei Yun, with a little admiration for the gardener. You warm the hearts of every classmate with fire-like emotions, countless hearts are stirred by you, and even your back is condensed with fiery eyes ... You are not an actor, but you attract our hungry eyes; You are not a singer, but let the clear spring of knowledge tinkle and sing charming songs; You are not a sculptor, but you are shaping the soul of young people ... Teacher, how can I forget you! I wish I could add, subtract, multiply and divide, which can't be counted as your contribution! Poetry and songs can't stop praising you! You water our ideal flowers with the nectar of knowledge; You moistened the beautiful fruit of our feelings with the clear spring of your heart. In this unusual festival, offer our deep blessing!
Send you a bunch of flowers to show our respect for you; Send you a touching song, bring you a little sweetness. Teacher-you have worked hard, and you have led us through the difficulties. You raised us with the nutrition of knowledge, but never asked for anything in return. You told us not to give up easily when we encounter difficulties. Since then, our life has been full of joy at any time. We have less troubles and more perseverance. You still hold the colored brush in your hand. It depicts a beautiful blueprint and nourishes the peaches and plums of the motherland. In the middle of the night, you are still preparing lessons carefully, and in your sleep, you are still recalling the joy of our success. We are flowers in full bloom in spring, and you play a wonderful melody for us. You are a diligent gardener, and we will remember your earnest teachings. Take every step of life, be friendly, fit, realistic and realistic. 2. The teacher's eyes are like the moon at night. We are stars, shining in the teacher's smile. A teacher's eyes are like an endless ocean. We are small fish, swimming happily in the teacher's arms. Teachers' eyes are like the blue sky. We are a white cloud. Under her gaze, freedom floats everywhere, and the teacher's eyes are like mirrors. Can light up our hearts. 3. Teachers are like gardeners, with peaches and plums all over the world; Teachers are like red candles, burning themselves to illuminate us; Teachers are like bees, hardworking and brave; Teachers are like mothers, beautiful and kind; A teacher is like a book, giving us a lot of knowledge. Happy Teachers' Day to my dear teacher. Finally, I have to say goodbye in this boundless summer. The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the fragrance of gardenia is floating in the wind. We walked hand in hand on the path at dusk for the last time and heard someone singing the song we once sang in the sunset. We smiled at each other. This kind of singing reminds us of the past that is gone forever, and of the countless separations we have seen in the past days. We used to sing in those places, but today it's our turn. Let's shake hands and say goodbye in the summer wind. For this farewell, we used the whole youth as a foreshadowing. We have made all the preparations, and there will never be such a grand farewell in this life, but tears still come out of our hearts, just like those lost youth that never come back. You told me to stop crying. We will never forget the past, and we believe that there will be eternity in this world. But why? When I looked up, I saw tears in your eyes. Then let's have a good cry. In this summer's wind, holding your hand, let us recall the days we passed together again, recall those dreams that are gone forever, and let everything pass in our hearts again. This may be the last and gentlest summer in our young years. After this summer, we will face many seasons and many times of parting. But there can be no such summer, and there will be no such goodbye. We will think of this summer again and again, all the laughter and tears, all the sobriety and intoxication, all the friendship and love. Many years later, we will open the yellowed commemorative album on a similar summer night. All the handwriting will be blurred, only the gardenia we put in the book still retains the last fragrance of this summer. 5. 1, you are not an actor, but you attract our hungry eyes; You are not a singer, but let the clear spring of knowledge tinkle and sing charming songs; You are not a sculptor, but you are shaping the soul of young people ... Teacher, how can I forget you! 2. The name engraved on the board may not be immortal, and the name engraved on the stone may not be immortal; Teacher, your name is engraved in our hearts, which is truly eternal. Some people say that teachers are like mountains, because mountains are lofty and revered. I also want to say that teachers are like the sea, because the sea is vast and immeasurable. 4. There is everything in the ends of the earth, only the teacher is infinite. Thank you teacher! 5. Birds encounter wind and rain and hide in their nests; There is wind and rain in my heart, always hiding in your arms-teacher, you are my umbrella and wind wall, how can I not thank you! 6. If I can fight the blue sky, you gave me wings to fly; If I am a warrior who breaks the waves, you have given me the power to make waves; If I am an immortal torch, it is you who give me the light of youth! 7. Those who drink from it are pregnant with its source, while those who learn from it think of my teacher. 8. Whether it is cold or not, peaches are ripe and Li is skilled. It is easier to grow flowers than to educate people. The valley is very fragrant, poems are full of people, paintings are full of people, and talented people smile. 9. Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then the students are the sand in the clam; You lick it, grind it, soak it, and wash it with love ... Over the years, the sand turns into pearls and shines. Teacher, who worked hard to lead the ignorant into the spacious classroom and teach us rich knowledge? It is you! Teacher! With your hard sweat, you have nurtured the tender seedlings that have just broken ground in spring. Who-who educated naughty us into understanding and helpful people? It is you! Teacher! Your care is like a warm spring breeze, which warms our hearts. Who is it-to train young people into mature and sensible teenagers? It is you! Teacher! Your protection makes us grow up healthily. The autumn season is fruitful. You have worked hard! Teacher! People who work hard in the heat and cold. You have worked hard! Teacher! Dedicate youth to nothingness. We pay high tribute to you! -You have worked hard, teacher! 7. How many years of seasonal cycle are praised by teachers? How many spring, summer, autumn and winter? You are a red candle burning bright life, how much blood and sweat you have dedicated, and you are spreading the fire of wisdom with your true feelings. Just like the spring silkworm dedicated her life's loyalty, just like the winter plum sang the song of early spring. How many invisible nights, how many bright lights, there is a figure in front of your desk in the long night, you add hair in your hair, you laugh on the three-foot platform, and you shorten the distance between hearts with your love. You are the sunshine that melts the cold ice and snow, and you are the guide that leads 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. 8. Dedicated to the beloved teacher. What is a teacher like? Teachers are like red candles, illuminating the road of knowledge. What is a teacher like? Teachers are like spring rain, spreading bits and pieces of knowledge in our hearts. What is a teacher like? Teachers, like gardeners, cultivate our young family into a large number of knowledgeable people. What is a teacher like? Teachers are like a golden key, leading us into the treasure house of knowledge. What is a teacher like? Teachers, like our mothers, accompany us every day and tell us some colorful knowledge. It is the teacher who has given us so much knowledge. I wish all the teachers will always be young and beautiful. 9. I remember your hands were covered with powder. I remember your kind teaching. I remember your new silver hair. Because of you, students can become talents. The world is so civilized because of you. You are a beacon for children who have lost their way to find their homes. You are the angel of September, dedicated to the teacher, and arrived as scheduled. Therefore, the world is brilliant. We sing September, because it is your eternal festival. We remember September because it was our sincere confession. September is an emotional cup. We hold high our sincere wishes with our hands. Please drink a toast. The music has been played in September, please accept our gifts in September, all the teachers who are struggling in the education front. 10. Others get gold from life, and you can only get flowers. Your gold is the sunrise, your silver is the fifteenth moon, and you are still whistling happily. Your pride is the fragrance of peaches and plums Teacher, hard work-lead us into the spacious classroom and teach us a wealth of knowledge? It is you! Teacher! With your hard sweat, you have nurtured the tender seedlings that have just broken ground in spring. Who is it-educating naughty people into people who can help others? It is you! Teacher! Your care is like a warm spring breeze, which warms our hearts. Who is it-to train young people into mature and sensible teenagers? It is you! Teacher! Your protection makes us grow up healthily. The autumn season is fruitful. You have worked hard! Teacher! People who work hard in the heat and cold. You have worked hard! Teacher! A person who selflessly dedicates his youth. We pay high tribute to you! -You have worked hard, teacher! Teacher-you are like a drizzle in spring, nourishing flowers and irrigating the earth, while we are sucking the drizzle and growing. Teacher-you are like an autumn breeze, blowing the yellow land and calling for rice. We have a bumper harvest. Teacher-in my dark life, you lit the brightest lamp for me; Teacher-you are the guide on my misty life; Teacher-you pointed out the direction for me in my rough life; Teacher-you gave me a pair of powerful wings, let me travel in the world of knowledge! 12. You present a flower, I present a flower, let's weave a big wreath for my dear teacher and mother. It is you who gave the seeds, the warmth like sunshine; It was you who watered the seedlings with sweat. Your eyes are like bright stars, shining with charming brilliance; Your singing is like a clear spring, which brings joy to everyone. Wherever we go, always remember your feelings; No matter where we go. Always remember your words. Wherever we go, always remember your love; Wherever we go, it will be a flower of yours. The golden wind sends laughter, and the sweet-scented osmanthus floats. Today's teacher's holiday is coming again. Teachers have worked hard for our growth. We will never forget the teacher's love for us.