The boatman at the ferry put me on a ferry.
The students embarked on a journey.
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.
Dedication is not profit.
The gardener's sweat watered my ideal,
Draw a blueprint for us over time.
There is your greatness in the ordinary,
Work hard and be a philosophical groom.
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.
Now that your temples are frosted,
Still like an old horse with a hoe!
Praise the teacher's poem;
Praise the teacher's poem
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!
Silent, it moistens everything.