Poetry is like light, though slightly far-reaching, handwritten newspaper.

Dedicated to the beloved teacher: We are looking for those beautiful and eternal memories and silently wish you eternal health and happiness!

Today's festival reminds me of you again. My past leaving you is always mentioned over and over again. Our story is destined to be a permanent memory. You and I are no longer children and willful. On the road of life, we are good teachers and friends, and we are happy together, only for you and me, only for Teacher's Day!

There is always a touch of brilliance in the teacher's window; At the teacher's window, there is a wish. Looking at the teacher's window, I am grateful, and the students will always care about this respectable teacher. In front of the teacher's window, there is infinite sustenance; The teacher's window is connected with the sea. Students are the waves of the sea, teachers are the attachment of the waves.

Bless the teachers of all subjects.

Teacher, there is a story of a naughty child in every gray hair of yours. May our blessings make your smile a little more comforting. Teacher, your concern is full of my student days. The days with you are like riding a spring breeze and soaking in the spring rain!

I can't forget your gentle words, which washed away the dust and mud in my heart; I can't forget your mighty east wind-like exhortation and summon up the courage to move forward. Teacher, I am grateful to you all my life!

Dedicated to the beloved teacher: We are looking for those beautiful and eternal memories and silently wish you eternal health and happiness!

Today's festival reminds me of you again. My past leaving you is always mentioned over and over again. Our story is destined to be a permanent memory. You and I are no longer children and willful. On the road of life, we are good teachers and friends, and we are happy together, only for you and me, only for Teacher's Day!