Chapter 1: "Thank you, teacher." You are the morning star of the night.
You are the clear sky during the day.
You are a breeze under the scorching sun.
You are the eaves in the rain.
You are the sea;
You are mountains and rivers.
You have shaped my soul.
You are a rocket carrying a satellite.
You are a compass at sea.
You're, like, into it,
You pay.
You are our most beloved teacher.
Chapter 2: "Big Hands Hold Small Hands" Your Big Hands
Used to hold my little hand
Write a hook-shaped 5 over and over again
This Arabic number
I met him after school.
the first issue
Every obstacle on the road of life
You are pointing at Xinghua Village.
Let me stumble upon it
From composition to life.
Chapter 3: "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
Red candles are silent.
Send away the darkness
Blue sky without words
White clouds inhabit the harbor of freedom
Teachers love nothing.
Pastoral for cultivating the soul
Chapter 4: "You have worked hard" We are enjoying our success.
When enjoying your own happiness,
But you can't forget the teacher,
You are the coolest mountain spring in the mountain.
You used your erudition to let us know about this vast and boundless world.
Let's see how big the world is.
You're like our telescope,
Let us see further,
See more clearly,
Like a mountain spring,
Clear enough for you to see the bottom.
Chapter 5: "You are a flower" Usually, the teacher is a diligent gardener.
Carefully cultivate the flowers in our garden,
In our hearts,
The teacher is a beautiful carnation,
The stars around the carnation are us,
Teachers are flowers that bloom forever in our hearts.