time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted,
and the east wind has arisen and a hundred flowers are gone.
and the silk-worms of spring will weave until they die,
and every night the candles will weep their wicks away.
mornings in her mirror she sees her hair-cloud changing,
yet she dares the chill of moonlight with her evening song.
There are many ways to go from here to here,
oh blue-birds, be listening!-Bring me what she says!
Praise the teacher
I remember your hands covered with powder
I remember your charitable teachings
I remember your new silver hair
Because of you, students can become talents
Because of you, the world will be so civilized
.
so the world is brilliant.
We sing September,
because this is your eternal festival.
We remember September,
because this is our sincere confession.
September is a cup full of emotion.
We hold it high with our hands.
There is sincere blessing.
Please drink a toast.
The movement in September has been played.
Please accept our present in September.
All the teachers who are struggling in the education front.
Ode to the teacher
Others get gold from life
You can only get the fragrance of flowers
Your gold is the morning sun
Your silver is the fifteenth moon
But you are still whistling happily
Your pride is the fragrance of peaches and plums
A poem celebrating Teachers' Day-Teacher, who is it after hard work
?
it's you! Teacher!
With your hard sweat,
you have nurtured the tender seedlings that just broke ground in spring.
who is it-who
educates naughty us into people who can be considerate and help others?
it's you! Teacher!
Your care is like a warm spring breeze
which warms our hearts.
who is it-to cultivate our young
into mature and sensible teenagers?
it's you! Teacher!
Your protection makes us grow healthily.
bear fruit in the golden autumn.
you have worked hard! Teacher!
people who work hard in the heat and cold.
you have worked hard! Teacher!
people who devote nothing to their youth.
we pay high tribute to you!
-you have worked hard, teacher!
I can only help you here, old teacher
-you are like a drizzle in spring,
nourishing flowers and irrigating the earth,
and we are still sucking the drizzle to grow.
teacher-you are like a breeze in autumn,
blowing the yellow earth, calling gold for rice,
and we have a bumper harvest.
teacher-you lit the brightest lamp for me on my dark road of life;
Teacher-you are my guide on my misty life;
teacher-you pointed out the direction for me in my bumpy life;
teacher-you gave me a pair of powerful wings, let me roam in the world of knowledge!
You present a flower,
I present a flower,
Let's weave a big wreath,
for my dear teacher and mother.
You gave the seeds,
the warmth like the sun;
You watered the seedlings with sweat,
.
Your eyes are like bright stars,
with charming brilliance;
Your singing is like a spring stream,
It brings joy to everyone.
No matter where we go,
always remember your feelings;
wherever we go.
always remember your words.
Wherever we go,
always remember your love;
No matter where we go,
will always be your flower.
the golden wind sends laughter, and the osmanthus flowers float.
The teacher's holiday has come again today.
teachers have worked hard for our growth.
we will never forget the teacher's love for us.
hello, teacher!
People compare teachers to red candles, which illuminate others and burn themselves.
People compare teachers to gardeners, and cultivate peaches and plums to bloom all over the world.
Teachers are a noble cause under the sun.
The teacher gave us ideal sunshine and wisdom sunshine.
The teacher guided us to a sunny life.
The teacher expects us to be the sun in the new century.
the teacher's words moisten my heart like spring rain.
The teacher watered our growth with the rain and dew of knowledge.
the gentle spring rain is the teacher's love for us.
the teacher's words and deeds are like the spring rain that moistens things silently.
The teacher is willing to be a green leaf and hold us up as red flowers.
The teacher is a green leaf, willing to contribute silently.
The green leaves symbolize that teachers are always young.
when we are in full bloom like flowers, we will never forget the kindness of green leaves.
Teachers are like trees, with blue sky overhead and feet on the earth, silently benefiting the society.
The teacher is a big tree, which brings spring scenery to the world.
The teacher sowed the seeds of hope and cultivated us into a forest.
when a young tree grows into a pillar, don't forget the gardener's kindness.
Yes, teachers' enthusiasm is like the sun, teachers' instruction is like spring rain,
teachers' style is like green leaves, teachers' career is like a tree, and our teachers are good.