You are the sunshine that melts the cold ice and snow, and you are the guide that leads people out of the maze of science. Ah! Glorious teachers and hardworking gardeners! The fragrance of peaches and plums is your joy, silently dedicating your selfless heart. Chapter six: praising teachers' poems; When others get gold from life, you can only get flowers. Your gold is the morning sun, and your silver is the fifteenth moon. But you still whistle happily, and your pride is the fragrance of peaches and plums. Send you a bunch of flowers to show our respect for you; Send you a touching song to bring you a little sweetness. Teacher-you have worked hard, you have brought us through the difficulties, you have nourished us with knowledge, but you have never asked for anything in return. It was you who answered all the difficult questions for us, and you told us not to give up easily when encountering difficulties. From then on, our life is full of joy at any time. Less trouble, more perseverance. It's another harvest autumn, and you still hold the colored brush in your hand.
It depicts a beautiful blueprint and nourishes the peaches and plums of the motherland. It's midnight, you are still preparing lessons carefully, and you are still enjoying our success in your sleep. We are flowers in full bloom in spring, and you play a wonderful melody for us. You are a diligent gardener, and we will remember your inculcation. Take every step of life, be friendly, fit, realistic and enterprising!