Are there any poems written by famous teachers praising teachers? Don't read for too long.

When the chrysanthemum blooms quietly, I remember that I should use it to bless our teachers. The chrysanthemums in the depths of folk songs are quietly blooming, and our teacher will become the height people expect in September this season. It belongs to the teacher's peak in September, and our teacher walks silently in the form of lectures with a pointer. Although it is said that it is only one step away from the podium, it is this step that makes the three-foot podium a road that teachers will never take. Four seasons are changing outside the classroom. The teacher led us to swim in the sea of September knowledge belonging to the teacher. It is September, and our love for teachers is as beautiful as blooming chrysanthemums. The teacher's love for us is like drunken autumn leaves in the mountains ... The teacher's life is destined to be interpreted as noble and sacred by many eager eyes with the black night sky as the background. When the teacher quietly faces the night sky, a string of fairy-tale dreams will flash for us from her fingers. September belongs to teachers. It seems that in September, the geese flying high in the south are waiting in line on campus for our teacher's inspection. ........................................................................................................................................................