Ah, teacher.
With his heroism,
Appear in the classroom of the school;
It shows the spirit of our nation:
Great and kind!
Here, we face you and sing our hymns.
I hid in your book and watched your sweat fall to the ground.
The surging waves set off a huge wave;
Crisp and clear, forming the cradle of wisdom;
From crystal drops to rough seas,
Split our life into the mountain of success.
Ah! Teacher!
You are our cradle!
Five thousand years of success, stretching from you;
How much bitterness and sweat are displayed around you!
Ah! Teacher!
You are great and kind, and you appear on the teacher's platform like a giant.
Build our barrier with your tall body.
Ah! Teacher!
You work hard and meticulously, and pour eternal wisdom into our hearts.
Our great spirit,
Will grow under your cultivation!
Flowers of our motherland,
Will learn from you,
As great as you!
As strong as you.