it
It's just a humble candle.
Nobody noticed.
But it still plays its value silently.
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This is just a humble piece of chalk.
Nobody cares.
But he is still willing to die for his classmates.
Whether it's windy or rainy.
Whether it's windy or rainy.
You never refuse to delay our study.
Thank you, teacher.
The second song:
Four degrees of spring breeze,
Several autumn rains washed away the gap.
Black hair and frost weave the sun and the moon,
Chalk has no words to write spring and autumn.
Spring blossoms,
Candle tears turn to ashes, and autumn is stronger.
Spring sowing peaches and plums in 3,000 gardens,
Qiu Lai, China is rich in fruits.
The third song:
I love my teacher.
Teachers are like red candles,
It ignited the fire in the students' hearts.
But it burned itself,
Until the red candle turns to ashes.
Teachers are like gardeners,
Grow flowers,
But I work hard for myself,
Until the physical strength is exhausted.
When we grow up, we must become the pillars of the country.
Ah! The teacher is so selfless!
Ah! Teacher, we love you!