Shici Xiaozhu answers for you:
"Ode to the Gardener"
Teacher, everyone says that you cultivate the pillars of the motherland; but I want to say, you They 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 open 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, connecting the severed mountains for us, 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. No matter how hard you work, the peach tree will be ripe and the plum tree will be ripe. 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 the years, 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 at the 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!
What does the teacher look like?
Teachers are like red candles,
lighting up the journey of knowledge.
What does the teacher look like?
Teachers are like spring rain,
sprinkling bits and pieces of knowledge into our hearts.
What does the teacher look like?
Teachers are like gardeners,
nurturing our young children into adults who understand knowledge.
What does the teacher look like?
The teacher is like a golden key,
leading us who are ignorant into the treasure house of knowledge.
What does the teacher look like?
Teachers are like our mothers,
accompanying us every day and telling us some rich and colorful knowledge.
It is the teachers who have given us so much knowledge.
Here I would like to wish all the teachers to stay young and beautiful forever.
1 I once remembered your hands covered with powder
I once remembered your charitable teachings
I once remembered your new additions. Silver hair
Because of you, students can become talented
Because of you, the world can be so civilized
Teacher, you are a bright light
Find HOME for lost children
Teacher, you are an angel
September is 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,
p>
Please cheers.
The music of September has been played.
Please accept our September gift.
All teachers who are working hard on the education front.
2 Others get gold from life
You can only get the fragrance of flowers
Your gold is the morning sun
Your silver It’s the fifteenth moon
But you are still whistling happily
Your pride is the fragrance of peaches and plums
Poetry and article celebrating Teachers’ Day - Teacher, hard work
Who led us who were ignorant 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
It warms our hearts.
Who is it that cultivates us
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 - you are the one who lit the brightest light for me on my dark road of life;
Teacher - you are the one who lights up 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,
the warmth of 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
Reference materials: Ziyu didu; Prodigal Son Binghan; Zhihu
Answer: The waking kitten - Director Level 8 9-3 09:55
《 Whenever I pass by the teacher’s window》
The stars are shining in the quiet night, and the teacher’s room is bright all night long. Whenever I gently walk by your window, bright lights shine on my heart.
To cultivate a new generation of hard-working gardeners, it’s late tonight! The lights are still on. You are working hard on writing textbooks, and the tall figure is reflected in your window.
On the new Long March, teachers have made new achievements, and groups of successors have grown up. Carrying the hope of the motherland and running to all directions, you always look at me with tears and affection.
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Ah, every time I think of you, my dear and good teacher. Waves of warmth stirred in my heart.
Answer: Ying Wei - Tong Sheng Level 1 9-3 10:14
What does the teacher look like?
Teachers are like red candles,
lighting up the journey of knowledge.
What does the teacher look like?
Teachers are like spring rain,
sprinkling bits and pieces of knowledge into our hearts.
What does the teacher look like?
Teachers are like gardeners,
nurturing our young children into adults who understand knowledge.
What does the teacher look like?
The teacher is like a golden key,
leading us who are ignorant into the treasure house of knowledge.
What does the teacher look like?
Teachers are like our mothers,
accompanying us every day and telling us some rich and colorful knowledge.
It is the teachers who have given us so much knowledge.
Here I would like to wish all the teachers to stay young and beautiful forever.
Answer: The day after tomorrow I - Assistant Level 2 8-31 19:52
A poem dedicated to the teacher
Sending you a bouquet of flowers
Express our respect for you;
Send you a beautiful song,
Bring you a touch of sweetness.
Teacher—— You have worked hard,
It is you who have led us through the wind and rain,
It is you who have nurtured us with the nutrition of knowledge,
but you have never asked for anything in return. .
It is you who gives us answers to difficult questions.
It is you who tell us:
When you encounter difficulties,
don’t take it easy. Say give up.
From now on, our lives will be full of joy at all times.
Many worries will be reduced,
One will be added. Perseverance.
It is another harvest autumn,
You are still holding the colorful brush tightly.
Describing a beautiful blueprint,
The peaches and plums that nourish the motherland.
You are still preparing lessons carefully late at night,
In your sleep, you are still recalling the joy of our success.
We are flowers blooming in spring,
It is you who play beautiful melody to us.
You are a hard-working gardener,
We will remember you Sincere words.
Take every step of your life well,
Friendly, fit, realistic and enterprising!
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A poem dedicated to the teacher - the teacher’s eyes
The teacher’s eyes are like the moon at night,
We are stars,
in the teacher’s smile,
twink.
The teacher’s eyes are like an endless ocean.
We are small fishes,
in the arms of the teacher,
swimming happily.
The teacher’s eyes are like the blue sky.
We are one white cloud after another.
Under her gaze,
floated around freely,
the teacher’s eyes were like a mirror.
Can illuminate our souls.
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A poem dedicated to the teacher
Teachers are like gardeners, with peaches and plums all over the world;
Teachers are like red candles, burning themselves to illuminate us;
Teachers are like bees, hardworking and brave;
< p>The teacher is like a mother, beautiful and kind;The teacher is like a book, giving us a lot of knowledge.
Happy Teacher’s Day to my dear teacher.
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Poems dedicated to teachers
Sending you a bouquet of flowers
To express our respect for you;
Sending you A beautiful song,
brings you a touch of sweetness.
Teacher - you have worked hard,
it is you who have led us through the wind and rain,< /p>
It is you who have nurtured us with the nourishment of knowledge,
but you have never asked for anything in return.
It is you who have answered every difficult problem for us,
You told us:
When you encounter difficulties,
Don’t give up easily.
From now on in our lives,
Full of joy at all times.
Many less worries,
Added a sense of perseverance.
Another harvest in autumn,
You are still holding the colorful brush tightly in your hand.
Depicting a beautiful blueprint,
Moisturizing the peaches and plums of the motherland.
You are still holding on late at night. While preparing lessons carefully,
In your sleep, you are still recalling the joy of our success.
We are flowers blooming in spring,
It is you who give us the music. Play a beautiful melody.
You are a hard-working gardener,
We will remember your sincere words.
Take every step of your life well,
p>
Friendly, fit, realistic and enterprising!
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September - a poem dedicated to Teachers' Day
September is fruity, September is chrysanthemum,
But I still smell the fragrance of peaches and plums in March,
The coolness of autumn in September gives us the restraint and dignity of autumn;
The fruits of September give us the beauty of autumn Maturity and autumn yearning.
In this golden autumn season when we look back,
We have the unspoken happiness of our own.
Child, I hope your eyes will shine with the light of hope,
You will not be deeply hesitant at the fork in the road in life,
I I am willing to use my soul to light up the beacon of your soul and help you steer the right course on the dark sea.
I wish, with my silent and persistent heart,
On the three-foot podium, I can create thousands of possible paths for you.
I May I be infected with the passion of your youthful blood
Live until you are old, learn as you grow old, grow up together, and gain a lifetime of prosperity!
I know that this festival embodies the Chinese people’s respect and hope for teachers for thousands of years.
What is drawn with chalk is the curve of life;< /p>
Assignments, accumulated layer by layer, are fervent expectations.
I am no longer a candlelight,
Because the weak candlelight is not enough to illuminate your way forward;
I will not be a spring silkworm,
p>
Because being trapped in a cocoon is not the dream of a free soul.
I am like the sun, burning and bursting, bringing you radiant light;
I am like the leading wild goose, spreading my wings with you in the clear sky*** soar.
Children, I want you to set your sights on the broader world.
Children, I am just a shining sunshine in September.
When you grow up On our journey,
I, we, for the future of the nation, for the hope of the nation
We will burn brighter than the day,
also You're a bunch of hot fire kindling!
In September, we are trekking between Japan and China.
We give everything and gain everything.
Children, it is your diligence and love that make this possible. Our bags are full,
We are full of passion, because we, like you,
are free masters of life.
The sails of September are still about to set sail,
Children, I want you to say loudly:
"Okay, I will come and follow you - —My captain——"
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Poems dedicated to Teacher’s Day
September Fruity
September Chrysanthemum Yellow
September Us Thinking of who is still spreading hope
In September we collect sunshine
In September we sing songs affectionately
September is a touching season to seek knowledge Eyes to treasure for a lifetime
Blessings fly among the autumn leaves in September
The poet composes an immortal poem in September
None of us have forgotten who it is in September Silently giving us wedding clothes
In September, we dare not forget from now on
In September, we dare not forget who taught us how to think
In September, we dare not forget who made the world have love and the sound of books
In September, we dare not forget who built the palace of knowledge with hard work
In September, we dare not forget Who guides the direction in confusion
In September we guard the waves of harvest
In September we are still growing in textbooks
In September we will not forget The admiration that is remembered with emotion
There is a thing
There is a thing called sacred
It is the star that shines at dawn in the sky
Silently illuminating those who came first and those who came later
Together we move toward the light that flashes countless times in our dreams
There is something called eternity
It is the beach that watches the tide return. The rock
grows away its life in the wind and rain
Becomes a totem worshiped by countless pilgrims
There is something called sincerity
It is The unadorned white clouds
Carrying too much with one’s own fatigue
The longing eyes of the little bird that wants to fly
There is something called the cry of love Simplicity is called dedication or
it can also be called other praises because she is so beautiful
Yes, some people write a great poem with themselves
Just like the silent ears of wheat growing into a harvest and giving birth to hope
Poems dedicated to teachers
The teacher is like a gardener, caring for the budding flowers,
Teachers are like candles, lighting themselves and illuminating students.
Whenever she sees her classmates’ neatly written homework,
her face is filled with a smile.
Day after day, year after year,
The footprints of Father Time have been imprinted on the corners of her eyes.
Every day the teacher goes to bed the latest and wakes up the earliest!
If there are no teachers who work hard to educate us,
Where can we get talents from generation to generation? ...
Ah, teacher, how great you are!
Whenever I make a mistake,
I see your forgiving eyes!
Thank you for your hard work, teacher!
Answer: Ping Pong Jumping Bean - Demon God Level 17 9-2 09:06
"Ode to the Gardener"
Teacher, everyone said that you cultivate The pillar of the motherland; but I want to say, you are the pillar 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 open 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, connecting the severed mountains for us, 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. No matter how hard you work, the peach tree will be ripe and the plum tree will be ripe. 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 the years, 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 at the 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!
Answer: Qu Zifeng - Magician Level 5 9-2 20:34
Praise the teacher
I remember your hands covered with powder
I once remembered your charitable teachings
I once remembered your new silver hairs
Because of you, many students can become talented< /p>
The world is so civilized because of you
Teacher, you are the beacon
Find home for the lost children
Teacher, you are the beacon Angel
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,
p>
Please cheers.
The music of September has been played.
Please accept our September gift.
All teachers who are working hard on the education front.
Ode to Teachers
Others get gold from life
You can only get the fragrance of flowers
Your gold is the morning sun
p>
Your silver is the fifteenth moon
But you still whistle happily
Your pride is the fragrance of peaches and plums
You said The red apples are fruit trees, and the bubbles they blow out are colorful little suns.
Teacher, I want to tell you,
You are a magician,
You have created a magical dream.
You said the bow on the child's head
is a rotating propeller.
So the little girl who loves beauty dreamed of flying to the sky one day.
Teacher, I want to say to you,
You are an angel,
You shed a piece of youth and sunshine.
You said that Sunflower is a Korean girl,
with a golden washbasin on her head,
waiting with a smile
The farmer uncle returning from the fields
Wash his tanned face.
Teacher, I want to say to you,
You are a gardener,
What you sow is seeds and hope.
You said Yue'er has a bare head,
not wearing a cotton hat,
the two stars next to it are frozen red ears,
He had a cruel stepmother...
So the naughty little boy,
took off his skating hat,
tears...
p>Teacher, I want to say to you
You are a holy angel,
You have already spread your longing and imagination.
Teacher, I want to say to you,
among children,
you are the wind of imagination,
you are fantasy flag,
leads the innocent,
leads the brave,
swings like a cloud swing,
mounts the full The hills of flowers...
Inch by inch chalk
Dye your hair white
Rise up and light it into a candle
Photo Show others
Let each hieroglyphic character be your footprints
Climb to the top of the cliff
Let those who come after you step on it Your shoulders
Sending batches of students on the road
The shining stars
radiating brilliantly
Use up the last bit of residual heat< /p>
This is the life of a teacher
Engineer of the human soul!
What does the teacher look like?
Teachers are like red candles,
lighting up the journey of knowledge.
What does the teacher look like?
Teachers are like spring rain,
sprinkling bits and pieces of knowledge into our hearts.
What does the teacher look like?
Teachers are like gardeners,
nurturing our young children into adults who understand knowledge. What does the teacher look like?
The teacher is like a golden key,
leading us who are ignorant into the treasure house of knowledge.
What does the teacher look like?
Teachers are like our mothers,
accompanying us every day and telling us some rich and colorful knowledge.
It is the teachers who have given us so much knowledge.
Here I would like to wish all the teachers to stay young and beautiful forever.
Hello Teacher 4
You are a hard-working gardener
Use knowledge to make dewdrops
Nurture the flowers of the motherland
You are a selfless candle
Dedicate your whole life
Burn yourself to illuminate others
You said
The world is filled with peaches and plums
It is your long-cherished wish in life
On the three-foot podium
The heroic figure
It is your eternal attachment
< p>What's flying on the blackboardis your sweat
What's flowing from the tip of your brushstrokes
is your expectation
You use your mother's Kind hands
Soothing thousands of hearts
Supporting thousands of dreams
Realizing every hope
Teacher, teacher
p>You use your love and perseverance
You stick to the glorious cause of people's teachers
You use your lofty professional ethics and ethics
You fulfill the people's duties The Sacred Responsibility of Teachers
5 Teacher, thank you for your hard work"
Who is it--
Leading the ignorant us into the spacious classroom,
< p>Teach 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--
Educate us who are naughty
into people who can be considerate and help others?
It’s you! teacher!
Your care is like the gentle spring breeze
It warms our hearts.
Who is it -
nurturing us as 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.