Teacher, everyone says that you cultivate the pillars of the motherland; but I want to say that you are the pillars of the motherland. It is you who support the backbone of our generation!
You are like a red candle, giving all your heat and light to your descendants! Your character and spirit can be summed up in two words - burning! Keep burning!
The lessons you taught are so rich and colorful. Each chapter seems to have opened a window in front of me, allowing me to see a beautiful new world...
Ah, because of you, the garden is so beautiful and the earth is full of spring! Teacher, open the window and take a look. This garden full of spring scenery, this garden full of peaches and plums, are all saluting you! Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how could so many beautiful flowers of soul bloom? Ah, teacher, engineer of the human soul, who would not praise you! Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and happiness.
Teacher, you are the sower of hope and happiness!
Teacher, you are a cultivator of beauty and a sower of beauty. It is you who shine with beautiful sunshine and moisten with beautiful rain and dew, so that our hearts are green and full of flowers! You are busy with the blooming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, silently hanging the green shade of leaves! Ah, teacher, your spirit will always be in my heart!
You are more like the unknown tree roots, which make the small trees grow vigorously and make the branches full of abundant fruits, but do not ask for any compensation.
You gave us a ruler of life, allowing us to measure it every day; you gave us a mirror of exemplary behavior, so that we have role models to learn from everywhere.
You are the bridge that connects us to the severed mountains, allowing us to reach the peak of harvest; you are the ivy, tough and slender, guiding us to pick Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng on the top of the cliff. When a seedling needs a glass of water, he will never give him a bucket of water; and when he needs a bucket of water, he will never give him a glass of water. Giving at the right time and in the right amount is the skill of a good gardener. My teacher, this is also your art of education. Regardless of hard work, the peaches will be ripe and the elixir will flow out, and the plums will be ripe with poor skills. It is easy to plant flowers but difficult to cultivate people. The fragrance of flying in the valley is extraordinary, the world is filled with poems, paintings, and talented people are all smiling.
Teacher, you use the most noble human emotion - love, to sow spring, sow ideals, sow power... Sow with words, cultivate with colored pens, water with sweat, nourish with hard work, this is us Dear teacher, noble labor.
You work today, but you are building the future of the motherland; you teach in the classroom, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland. Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then the students are like the sand in the clam; you use love to lick it, grind it, soak it, wash it... Over time, the sand becomes pearls, shining brightly.
Your teaching career has countless proud and happy memories, but you treasure them in your heart and just look at the field to be developed.
If I were a poet, I would write poems with enthusiasm to praise the vastness and depth of the sea. And dedicate it to you - my teacher with a broad mind and profound knowledge.
Teachers are the fire, igniting the fire of students' hearts; teachers are stone steps, allowing students to climb up step by step.
You are like a candle. Although it is thin, you have some heat and some light, illuminating others and exhausting yourself. This selfless dedication will never be forgotten. The language of your lectures is as sweet as the tinkling mountain springs, as friendly as the gurgling creeks, and as exciting as the rushing rivers...
The spring silkworm has never spoken a self-proclaimed word in its life, and the silver thread it spits out is the measure. The ruler of the value of life. Dear teacher, you have never shown off in front of others, but the blooming peaches and plums are the highest praise for you.
Your love is as warm as the sun, as gentle as the spring breeze, and as sweet as the clear spring. Your love is more serious than father's love, more delicate than mother's love, and more pure than friendship. You, the teacher's love, is the greatest and most noble in the world.
The value of a firefly lies in using the lamp hanging on its back to shine on others; your respectability lies in always providing convenience to others.
Who spreads the rain and dew all over the earth? Who works hard to nurture the seedlings? It's you, teacher, you are a great gardener! Look at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one doesn’t have your hard work on it, and which one doesn’t have your smile on it!
September, dedicated to teachers
September has arrived as scheduled.
The world is brilliant because of this.
We sing September,
Because this is your eternal festival.
We remember September,
because this is our sincere confession.
September is a cup overflowing with love,
We raise it high with both hands
Amid sincere blessings,
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Please cheers.
The music of September has been played.
Please accept our September gift.
All teachers who are working hard on the education front.
Teacher, thank you for your hard work.
Who brought us ignorant people into the spacious classroom,
taught us a wealth of knowledge?
It’s you! teacher!
With your hard work and sweat,
you have nurtured the tender seedlings that have just broken ground in spring.
Who is it - to educate the naughty us
into people who can be considerate and help others?
It’s you! teacher!
Your care is like the gentle spring breeze
Warming our hearts.
Who is it that cultivates us young people into mature and sensible teenagers?
It’s you! teacher!
Your protection allows us to grow healthily.
Bear fruitful results in the golden autumn season.
Thank you for your hard work! teacher!
People who work hard in the scorching heat and cold.
Thank you for your hard work! teacher!
People who devote their youth to nothing.
We express our highest respect to you!
——Thank you for your hard work, teacher!
I can only help here, teacher
Teacher - you are like the drizzle in spring,
nourishing the flowers and irrigating the earth,
And we continue to suck the drizzle and grow.
Teacher - you are like a gust of wind in autumn,
blowing the earth yellow and calling gold to the rice,
and we got the fruits of the harvest.
Teacher - it is you who lit the brightest light for me on my dark road of life;
Teacher - it is you who lit the brightest light for me on my dark road of life. My guide;
Teacher - you are the one who pointed out the way forward for me in my bumpy life;
Teacher - you are the one who gave me the guidance Gave me a pair of powerful wings, allowing me to travel in the world of knowledge!
You offer a flower,
I offer a flower,
Let us weave a big garland,
Dedicate it to my dear teacher mother.
It was you who gave the seeds,
warmth like the sun;
it was you who used your sweat,
to water the seedlings.
Your eyes are like bright stars,
Sparkling with charming brilliance;
Your singing is like a spring stream,
Bringing joy to everyone.
No matter where we go,
Always remember your love;
No matter where we go.
Always remember your words.
No matter where we go,
Always remember your love;
No matter where we go,
It will always be you of a flower.
The golden wind brings laughter, and the fragrance of osmanthus flowers floats.
Teacher’s Day is here again today.
I don’t know how much hard work the teacher has put in for our growth.
We will never forget the teacher’s caress for us.
Hello, teacher!
People compare teachers to red candles, which illuminate others and burn themselves.
People compare teachers to gardeners, cultivating peaches and plums to bloom all over the world.
Teaching is a noble career under the sun.
The teacher gave us the sunshine of ideals and the sunshine of wisdom.
The teacher guides us to embark on the road of life full of sunshine.
The teacher hopes that we will become the sun of the new century.
The teacher’s words are like spring rain nourishing my heart.
Teachers use the rain and dew of knowledge to water our growth.
The gentle spring rain is the teacher’s care for us.
The teacher’s words and deeds are like spring rain that moistens things silently.
Teachers are willing to be green leaves and hold us up like red flowers.
The teacher is a green leaf, willing to contribute silently.
The green color of the leaves symbolizes the teacher’s everlasting youth.
When we are like flowers in full bloom, we will never forget the kindness of green leaves.
Teachers are like big trees, with blue sky above their heads and earth under their feet, silently benefiting society.
The teacher is a big tree, bringing a spring scenery to the world.
The teacher sows the seeds of hope and cultivates us into a forest.
Small trees grow into pillars, never forgetting the kindness of the gardener.
Yes, the teacher's enthusiasm is like the sun, the teacher's teachings are like spring rain,
the teacher's style is like green leaves, the teacher's career is like a big tree, our teachers are good