(1) Four spring breezes bring preparations, and several autumn rains wash away the gaps. The black hair accumulates frost and weaves the sun and the moon, and the chalk silently writes the spring and autumn. The silk is spun out before it gets old in spring, and the candle tears turn into gray and become thicker in autumn. Three thousand peaches and plums are sown in spring, and China is full of fruits in autumn.
(2) My love for my teacher is like a red candle, which ignites the torch in the students' hearts, but burns myself until the red candle turns to ashes. Teachers are like gardeners, nurturing our flowers, but they work hard until they are exhausted. When we grow up, we must become the pillars of the country, ah! The teacher is so selfless! ah! Teacher, we love you
(3) - Teacher, thank you for your hard work. Who is it - who brought us ignorant people into the spacious classroom and taught us a wealth of knowledge? It's you! teacher! With your hard work and sweat, you have nurtured the tender seedlings that have just broken ground in spring. Who is it - educating us naughty people into people who can be considerate and help others? It's you! teacher! Your care is like the gentle spring breeze that warms our hearts. Who is it—nurturing us into mature and sensible teenagers? It's you! teacher! Your protection allows us to grow healthily. Bear fruit in the golden autumn season. Thank you for your hard work! teacher! People who work hard in the scorching heat and cold. Thank you for your hard work! teacher! People who devote their youth to nothing. We pay you the highest respect! ——Thank you for your hard work, teacher! I can only help here, teacher, teacher - you are like the drizzle in spring, nourishing the flowers and irrigating the earth, and we continue to suck the drizzle and grow. Teacher - you are like a gust of wind in autumn, which turns the earth yellow and turns the rice golden, and we get the fruits of the harvest. Teacher - you are the one who lit the brightest light for me on my dark road of life; teacher - you are my guide on my misty road of life; teacher - you are my guide when I fall down. In the bumpy road of life, you pointed out the way forward for me; teacher - you gave me a pair of powerful wings to travel in the world of knowledge!
(4) The golden wind brings laughter, and the fragrance of osmanthus flowers floats. Teacher's Day is here again today. Teachers have worked hard for our growth. We will never forget the teacher's caress for us. Hello, teacher! People compare teachers to red candles, which light up others and burn themselves. People compare teachers to gardeners, cultivating peaches and plums to bloom all over the world. Teaching is a noble cause under the sun. The teacher gives us the sunshine of ideals and the sunshine of wisdom. The teacher guides us to embark on the road of life full of sunshine. The teacher expects us to become the sun of the new century. The teacher's words are like spring rain nourishing my heart. Teachers use the rain and dew of knowledge to water our growth. The gentle spring rain is the teacher's care for us. The teacher's words and deeds are like spring rain moistening things silently. The teacher is willing to be a green leaf and hold us up like a red flower. The teacher is a green leaf, willing to contribute silently. The green color of the leaves symbolizes the teacher’s everlasting youth. When we are like flowers in full bloom, we will never forget the kindness of green leaves. Teachers are like big trees, with blue sky above their heads and earth under their feet, silently benefiting society. Teachers are big trees that bring spring beauty to the world. The teacher sows the seeds of hope and cultivates us into a forest. The small trees grow into pillars, and the gardener’s nurturing kindness is never forgotten. Yes, the teacher's enthusiasm is like the sun, the teacher's teachings are like spring rain, the teacher's style is like green leaves, the teacher's career is like a big tree, our teachers are good.
(5) You present a flower, I offer a flower and let us weave a big garland to my dear teacher and mother. It is you who gave the seeds the warmth of the sun; it is you who watered the seedlings with your sweat. Your eyes are like bright stars, shining with charming brilliance; your singing is like a spring stream, bringing joy to everyone. No matter where we go, we will always remember your love; no matter where we go. Always remember your words. No matter where we go, we will always remember your love; no matter where we go, we will always be a flower for you.
(Saturday) September has arrived as scheduled. The world is brilliant because of it. We sing September because it is your eternal festival. We remember September because it is our sincere confession. September is a cup overflowing with love. We raise our hands high with sincere blessings and ask you to toast. The music of September has been played. Please accept our gift of September, all teachers who are working hard on the education front.
(7) I have remembered your hands covered with powder. I have remembered your charitable teachings. I have remembered your new silver hairs. It is because of you that many students can become talented. Teacher, you are the reason why the world is so civilized. Teacher, you are the beacon that helps the lost children find their way home. Teacher, you are the breeze that brings a touch of coolness to the children under the scorching sun.