Teachers' eyes are like the moon at night. We are stars, shining in the teacher's smile. A teacher's eyes are like an endless ocean. We are small fish, swimming happily in the teacher's arms. Teachers' eyes are like the blue sky. We are a white cloud. Under her gaze, freedom floats everywhere, and the teacher's eyes are like mirrors. Can light up our hearts.
Red candle, I know your pain very well. What flowed from my heart was a drop of deep red blood. Perhaps, you warm others, but you are alone in the cold wind and rain. Perhaps, you light up the night, but you are forgotten. On a sunny day, Red Candle, you are born to burn, with no regrets and no words. In people's joy, you embody the value of life.
Ah, the teacher's eyes are the most beautiful, like the sun. Every beam of light radiates infinite heat. The teacher's eyes are talking eyes, silently telling a lot, like the stars in the sky, which makes us yearn for.
Inch by inch of chalk, your hair is dyed white, roses are lit into candles to illuminate others, hieroglyphics are your footprints, climb to the top of the cliff, let latecomers set foot on your shoulders, and send groups of students on the road, shining with brilliant stars and doing their last bit of heat. This is the teacher's life, the engineer of human soul!