A short poem praising the teacher: "Red Candle" Red Candle
I admire you the most.
You are a ladder.
Willing to give yourself.
For the hope of China.
Cultivate and sow rain on the three-foot platform
Fade away from youth.
Take care of florets.
You are the messenger of the heart.
Bring comfort to students' hearts.
Praise the teacher's short poem: I admire your patience
You are doing something for education.
Show such persistence
For the education in China.
Don't hesitate to sacrifice yourself
You are the window to students' hearts.
Let students see the light
The mind has also been enlightened.
Let students cultivate and educate into pillars.
You are the one who impart knowledge.
Not known to the public
Willing to make a ladder
A short poem praising the teacher: "You are great". You are a very tasty red candle.
When you light yourself up
It makes me feel bad.
I just want you to illuminate others.
I don't want you to consume yourself.
Very helpless
Teacher's Day is coming.
I don't know what gift to give you.
Let my heart light give it to you.
I really want to be with you.
Light up the hope of China.
In order to make the students hold their heads high
Let the road shine
No dark areas
You are the person I admire most.
I admire your career the most.
Praise the teacher's short poem: "Your thoughts shine" The miserable white world under incandescent lamp.
Clear boundaries,
Like a modern city.
The dim world under the red candle
Flickering,
Like a distant legend
I always thought that the clearer the better.
But when you see the world clearly,
I also saw the defects.
As everyone knows, in the dark.
There is a beautiful and vivid country.
Only you and I are wandering.
My heart shines because of you.
Your candlelight is getting brighter and brighter because of me
A short poem praising the teacher: "Teachers love silence".
He Jiang Yanwu
Give the sea a wide space.
The sun is silent.
Give life luster.
Teachers love nothing.
Excavate the clear spring of knowledge
The red candle is silent
Send away the darkness
Blue sky without words
White clouds inhabit the harbor of freedom
Teachers love nothing.
Pastoral for cultivating the soul