If I were a poet, I would write poems with full enthusiasm, praise the vastness and profundity of the sea, and dedicate my broad mind and profound knowledge to you, my teacher.
Teacher, you are the kindling, igniting the fire in students' hearts; Teacher, you are a stone step, carrying the students to climb steadily step by step.
Spring silkworm has never said anything to brag about in her life, and the silver silk spit out is the ruler to measure life. Dear teacher, you have never shown off in front of others, but the blooming peaches and plums are your greatest pride.
The value of fireflies lies in the light hanging behind their tails, which only illuminates others; Your honorable thing is that you always show others the way.
Who scattered the rain and dew all over the earth? Who feeds the seedlings hard? It's you, my teacher, you are a great gardener! Looking at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one has no hard work and which one has no shadow of your smile!
Your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze and as sweet as a clear spring. Your love is more severe than father's love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than friendship. Your teacher's love is the greatest and purest love in the world.
Melancholy Qiu Si
Teacher, you are a cultivator and a sower of beauty. It is you who shine beautiful sunshine and nourish the rain and dew of love, so that our hearts are lush and prosperous.
You are busy blooming and falling, the fruit is ripe, and the leaves are hanging silently in the shade. You are a tall and straight tree, which has borne fruit. Years have carved ancient rings on your body, but a lush forest has sprung up around you.
Much like the root of the nameless rose, it makes the young trees thrive, and the branches are full of beautiful flowers, but they don't ask for anything in return, leaving all the praise to the roses on the branches.
Teacher, you are a bridge, connecting the cut mountains for us, and let us go to the peak of harvest; You are a green vine, tough and slender, guiding us to collect the wisdom ganoderma lucidum at the top of the cliff.
Autumn leaves brushed gently, just like your delicate hands, and your kind words gave me the gentlest comfort and the most sincere education. Dear teacher, I don't just think of you today, but I miss you very much today!
Dongyi
Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how can so many beautiful flowers of the soul bloom? Teacher, the engineer of the human soul, who is not praising you? Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and happiness. Teacher, you are the sower of this hope and happiness!
Teacher, you have propped up my ideal sail; You lit the fire of my knowledge. How many years of four seasons, how many spring, summer, autumn and winter, you are the red candle burning bright life, how much blood and sweat you have paid, and you have spread 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 sleepless nights, how many brightly lit, there is a figure in front of the desk in the long night. Add hair between the hair, and the three-foot podium laughs. You shortened the distance between your hearts with friendship. 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. Glorious teachers and hardworking gardeners! The fragrance of peaches and plums is your joy, silently dedicating your selfless heart.
Teacher, you gave us a ruler of life, let us measure it ourselves every day; You have given us a mirror to teach by example, so that we can learn everywhere.
On the journey of life, you lit the light of hope for me, enriched my soul and increased my wisdom. Thank you! Teacher.
When I can fly freely, teacher, do you know that you are the fluttering wind under my wings? Teacher, you spare no effort to let us grow. Two years later, who will brush the chalk dust off your shoulder?
Teacher: Every ray of sunshine is my blessing to you, every star is my eyes to see you, and every ray of rain makes me miss you deeply.
Teacher! You are old because of us, and we are proud of you! This affectionate title: "teacher!" Is our most sincere thanks!