I stood in the street in September.
I saw the old pagoda tree in my hometown.
You set the shade of the tree as a three-foot platform.
On Lu Xun's "San Tan Yin Yue"
On the theorem of "the shortest line segment between two points"
Correct pronunciation of 26 letters in English
Talk about it.
Cooking smoke softens the countryside.
I walked through the streets in September.
I saw the ignorant teenagers in the past.
Put a textbook under your arm.
Years of wind and rain
Go to the lecture hall with a little smile.
A pointer
A piece of chalk.
Spread the fire of wisdom
How many years later are you?
Dear teacher
Much like years.
You dye your hair inch by inch with chalk.
Much like years.
A strong rope made of wrinkles
You pulled a room full of teenagers out of the abyss of ignorance.
Ah, dear teacher
I stood on the street in September.
Fireworks are set off in the New Year.
Recite an affectionate hymn for you.
don't worry
Taolizi Zhuang Hui Branch Hometown
Fenfang ancestral hall
[Guajie talks]
For a long time, I stubbornly believed that in the future, I must stand on the three-foot platform and be a glorious people's teacher.
However, it's really big. Looking at the three-foot platform, I'm afraid.
Teachers should not only have ink in their chests, but also have patience.
In the face of a group of small Warcraft, patience is really not for everyone.
Tomorrow is Teachers' Day. Pay tribute to the teachers!