No eternal youth/no eternal commitment/wandering in the prologue of life/in the ever-flowing water/in the stormy days/for whom/for whom you abandoned everything/
The tender beige plaid skirt is swaying in the wind/stepping into this strange classroom/Oh/I'm sorry, teacher. We are the most familiar strangers/You smile/From now on, we will lead this group of children/go to a new field/a few words of encouragement in the exercise book/waves carefully outlined in the composition book/defend the last dignity for the children who have made mistakes/This is all a teacher has in his life/
A boy plagiarized his composition/you didn't get angry/you just smiled and asked the class representative to hand out a stack of papers/each paper contained plagiarized articles/you didn't criticize/only the red-faced boy/you stopped the class representative/remember/this will be our secret forever/
When the dust at dusk disappears in the cool autumn breeze/all the past events sink into my heart/those past events are just an old dream/I remember/only the rolled-up corner of the book/
A distant student/sent you a card/actually/you have forgotten the student's name/you locked it at one end of the drawer/so it carries your little happiness/never grow old/
The poem "Thanks for Teacher"
Note: Excerpted from network anthology.
One,
We set foot on the road of primary school,
A brand-new goal is in front of us again.
Teachers are like spring breeze and rain,
Opened a treasure house of knowledge for me.
The bud of the flower was taken away,
Unforgettable time seedlings unearthed.
The teacher is the gardener of the garden.
Only dedication, but never profit.
The gardener's sweat watered our ideals,
Draw a blueprint for us over time.
There is your greatness in the ordinary,
Always working hard for us.
You carefully carved a beautiful heart,
The true feelings drawn by chalk stand out.
Poetic life is wonderful,
How can you forget the road paved by your tutors?
Without your selfless dedication,
Can the wisdom of civilization replace the stupid beginning of life?
The world of hope echoes the melody of youth,
The growth of students is the notes of employees.
We are the pillars of the motherland's future,
Your teaching gave us addition, subtraction, multiplication and division.
On the last Teacher's Day of primary school,
We bless you!
Second,
When I first met you,
Moved by your unique kindness,
Your gentle words, peaceful face,
Depicting the true image of a loving mother.
Like golden sunflowers,
Scatter full sunflower seeds into the blue sky,
That seed is like a jade plate,
Like a beautiful fairy,
Go deep into our hearts,
Germinate, blossom and bear fruit ...
You are like a diligent gardener,
Raise us,
The longer the flowers grow, the bigger they get.
You are smiling silently.
Teacher, we want to praise you.
You wake us up with the songs of flowers,
You call us with flying wings.
Teacher, we want to bless you,
Your enthusiasm is like the sun,
Your teachings are like spring rain,
September, your holiday,
I hope our blessing will always be with you!