Article 1:
September, golden September, sunny September, we ushered in a sacred day in this poetic season. September 10, Teacher's Day, in this perfect festival, I hold beautiful flowers for you. Dear teacher, how many sleepless nights, how many bright lights, how many cycles of the sun and the moon, how many spring, summer, autumn and winter, with white hair, are the years you have passed;
Every wrinkle is an immortal chapter in your life spectrum. It is your selfless dedication and your persistent ideal to train talents with painstaking efforts.
Article 2:
The river of years is rushing, teacher, it is you who light up my little waves. Under your warm and loving sky, the words you blurt out are like tireless bird teachers in the air. It is you who shout with sincere voice, awaken the sleeping soul to sing and speed up the running of tender feet.
Today, with all our dignity and wisdom, we weave a bright rainbow that you look forward to day and night, praising the simplicity of teachers' day poems. Your burning passion in the past years has been floating in my youth garden for a long time. I used to be an unknown grass in the mire. It was my teacher who transplanted me into a beautiful flower and let me suck knowledge. I used to be a wounded and helpless bird. It was you who saved me from the painful lost way and let me find the hope of life.
Dear teacher, you are not an actor, but you attract our hungry eyes; You are not a singer, but you let the clear spring of knowledge tinkle. Some people say that teachers are like mountains, because mountains are lofty and revered. I want to say that teachers are like the sea, because the sea is boundless and immeasurable. Thank you teacher! Bless you, teacher! I wish you a fragrant peach and plum! May the holidays fill your heart with happiness!
Article 3:
Addition, subtraction, multiplication and division are not your efforts! 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 clear springs. In this unusual festival, offer our deep blessing!
Every year, I send the first sunshine of spring and a New Year card to you, my dear teacher. May spring be with you forever! The lofty title of gardener. Look at the flowers blooming on that branch, watered by your hard sweat. Bless you: peaches and plums are all over the world, and spring is everywhere!