Article 1: Red Candle Praise
You inspired my gentle heart.
You filled my blank brain.
You wove my sweet dream.
You gave me the key to the future.
-My dear teacher
colourful life
Full of your nutrition
A prosperous world
Rely on your background
My high sail
You made a mast.
My burning blood
You're willing to pay.
-My dear teacher
Your life.
Always stand on the three-foot platform
Your seedlings
Toughness grows in every corner of this country.
In your deep wrinkles
Cultivate exuberant spirit.
In your white temple
Engrave a yearning heart.
-My dear teacher
I remember your sincere teaching.
Chapter Two: Ode to the Red Candle
Three-foot platform,
Is the world where you display your talents;
New teaching methods,
Use the magic of turning stone into gold.
Sweating, working hard,
For the early maturity of today's seedlings;
Pour your heart into the water,
Let the flowers of the motherland be more beautiful.
Late at night, you correct your homework,
Accompanied by your lover's snoring;
Dawn, you write a lesson plan,
What soothes you is the child's dream.
You are the sunrise reflecting the red east.
Hold up hope and the rising sun at first;
You are a shining red candle,
Illuminate others and burn yourself.
Teacher, you have worked hard.
Who is it-
Leading the ignorant into the spacious classroom,
Teach us a wealth of knowledge?
It is you! Teacher!
With your hard work and sweat,
Raising the tender seedlings that have just broken ground in spring.
Who is it-
Put naughty us
Education should be considerate and helpful?
It is you! Teacher!
Your care is like a warm spring breeze.
It warms our hearts.
Who is it-
Put young us
Cultivate a mature and sensible teenager?
It is you! Teacher!
Your protection makes us grow up healthily.
The autumn season is fruitful.
You have worked hard! Teacher!
People who work hard in the heat and cold.
You have worked hard! Teacher!
Dedicate youth to nothingness.
We pay high tribute to you!
-You have worked hard, teacher!
Chapter 3: Thank you, teacher.
You are the morning star at night.
You are the clear sky during the day.
You are a breeze under the scorching sun.
You are the eaves in the rain.
You are the sea;
You are mountains and rivers.
You have shaped my soul.
You are a rocket carrying a satellite.
You are a compass at sea.
You're, like, into it,
You pay.
You are our most beloved teacher.
Chapter 4: Thanks to the teacher.
Thanks to the teacher,
You gave us knowledge.
If you are a gardener,
We are the flowers in the greenhouse,
Grow up little by little under your watering.
If you were a candle,
We are the endless darkness by the candle,
You lit us up,
Helped us find the way to the light.
If you are Baiyun,
We are the sky,
Without white clouds, the sky will lose its luster.
The teacher really appreciates you,
Thank you for your kindness to us,
You are very kind to us,
We all remember.
You've been educating us all your life,
You are selfless,
You taught us all your knowledge without reservation.
In the spring when flowers are in full bloom,
I want to be a bright sunshine,
Add a little luster to you.
On that hot summer day,
I want to be a parasol,
Keep out the hot sun for you.
In the autumn when the leaves are falling,
I want to be a coat,
Keep you warm.