Li, Class Three, Senior One.
You are a hard gardener,
Take good care of the young flower seedlings.
You always give silently,
Even without flowers and applause.
You are a beautiful spring silkworm,
Keep spitting soft silk.
You never stop to rest,
Until you wrap yourself up.
You are a red candle,
Burn yourself and illuminate others.
You will never regret it,
Even if it turns to ashes.
You never care about fame and fortune,
I just gave myself.
You never ask about self-cultivation,
It requires the seedlings to grow sturdily.
Instructor Xin Li
Red candle feelings
-to the broad masses of the people, teachers and friends.
Qing Li, Grade One 1 Class.
Come out from under the wings of parents.
The traction of fate
Let's meet together.
Since then, every child has a candle in his heart, all because of you.
Your smile is a great reward.
Your concern is crystal sunshine one meter.
Warm words
Let's hang our heads.
Let your heart rise.
Ideals give wings to the future.
Wisdom is full of dreams. Golden life always flies against the wind. You said Moscow didn't believe in tears. Youth will create a rainbow. There may be clouds covering the sun. You said the goddess of victory only kissed the footprints of climbers. If there is an unyielding soul, there must be solid land. You told us that there is only one flower season in life. Behind the beauty of a meter of flowers is the energy of the mother plant for six years. You told us to find the secret of life in extraordinary things. Because of you, I know that the value of living is that we will not cry and regret at the end of our lives.
Dear people's teacher
You are a long-distance ship.
Take us to the other side of success
You are the other side of success.
There is a warm harbor on the other side of success.
You are a paving stone.
This is a ladder.
This is a great pen.
plum
You created education-
The March of this never-ending symbol
continue
Your eternal red candle feelings
Will accompany us to meet the storm of life!
Instructor dong
The wind in the rain
Li Yingyun, Class 15, Senior 1.
When weathering becomes a curtain,
When rain turns into snow,
Curtains and snow,
Turn into blackboard and chalk.
When the blackboard becomes teaching,
When chalk becomes knowledge,
Teaching and knowledge,
It suits you.
You stand among the flowers,
Flowers stand in the wind and rain,
In the storm,
Your showers and lightning.
Flowers bloom and bloom,
You always stand in the wind,
In the storm,
Flowers turned into forests.
The wind rubs into persistence,
The rain broke into regrets,
Persistence, no regrets,
Enter the new year with you again.
Another year of wind,
Another year of rain,
In the storm,
I see you again.