You are a hard gardener.
Make dew with knowledge
Cultivate the flowers of the motherland
You are a selfless candle
devote oneself to
Burn yourself and light others.
you said
There are students everywhere; There are students all over the country [the world].
This is your lifelong wish.
On a three-foot platform
Smart and brave.
Is your eternal attachment
Fly on the blackboard
This is your sweat
Tip flow
This is your expectation.
You use your motherly hands
Soothe thousands of hearts
Hold up Qian Qian's dream.
Realize all hopes
Teacher, teacher
You use love and persistence
Adhere to the glorious cause of people's teachers
You use a high degree of professional ethics and integrity
Fulfill the sacred duty of people's teachers
You use profound knowledge.
Cultivate the pillars from generation to generation
In this mature September
I am full of gratitude.
Welcome your festival.
Please let me say sincerely:
Hello, teacher.
Teacher, you have worked hard.
Wish you a happy holiday!
Second, the poem dedicated to the teacher
Send you a bunch of flowers.
Express our respect for you;
Send you a touching song,
Bring you a little sweetness.
Teacher-you have worked hard,
You took us through the storm,
It was you who fed us with the nutrition of knowledge.
But never ask for anything in return.
It was you who answered all the difficult questions for us.
You told us:
When encountering difficulties,
Don't give up easily.
Since then, in our lives,
Always full of joy.
A lot less trouble,
Added a fortitude.
Another harvest autumn,
You still have a marker in your hand.
Painted a beautiful blueprint,
Peaches and plums that nourish the motherland.
It's midnight, and you're still preparing your lessons carefully.
You are still recalling our success in your sleep.
We are flowers in full bloom in spring,
It was you who played a wonderful melody for us.
You are a diligent gardener,
We will remember your words.
Take every step of your life,
Friendly, bodybuilding, realistic and enterprising!
Hello, teacher San.
How many people do you teach?
They all cry for you.
But when they really understand you,
you
Already tired.
blindly
Humpback!
Sing a beautiful song-the teacher's song. The teacher is the gardener, and I am the seed; The teacher is the sun and I am the moon; The teacher is the equation, I am the unknown; The teacher is a paintbrush and I am a picture book. It is the teacher who is watering us and illuminating us; It is the teacher who leads us into the door of knowledge and the colorful world.