Mountain village teachers, standing on the mountain, majestic bone straight as pine, noble soul brilliant like Xia.
From the candlelight out of the indefatigable figure, in the sun to prop up a piece of knowledge of the green shade; a group of brilliant words across the mountains and rivers, through the hard blackboard, past the panting tables and chairs, the dilapidated classroom, a large area of the fortress of poverty and ignorance.
Dressed in the eyes of the villagers, like wisps of sunshine, a cavity of love and sincerity of the flame in the heart burning like mountain flowers.
Every time the bell rings, the plow edge of the language will be across the rigid heart, in the Langlang sound of reading cultivates a green dream.
At the bottom of pure eyes, there are dozens of childlike innocence, and the soft waves reflect the wings of young eagles.
Confront poverty, look at ignorance, follow the mountains, ah, mountain village teacher, you fold poverty and ignorance in the textbook, and walk up to a spiritual highland in poverty.
There are sunshine, rain and dew, and the figure of silent cultivation.
Oh, teacher, you hold on to the image of a cow. You have worked hard for dozens of years. Even if your temples are gray, the maple leaves are the most red in autumn. So, you absorb the spirit of spring silkworm, let the motherland put on a beautiful brocade. Your heart is selfless and wide.
You know the weight of being a teacher. Poverty and loneliness, flowers and praise, are indifferent to see off, the soul, such as boundless wilderness. The fragrance of peach garden is the most pleasant, and the gardener's heart flower is more beautiful. When you lower your head, the soil is clear and fragrant; when you hold up your chest, the bright red sun will smile.
"When the silkworms die in spring, the wax torch turns grey and tears dry." Oh, this is the soul of the gardener who can never be destroyed!
Class is like a strange home, no bed, no three meals a day In this family, the teacher is a kind mother, and we are all active and lively children. It is the mother's credit that we can grow up healthily every day In September and autumn, teachers are the theme of this season, and the atmosphere is filled with feelings of gratitude. Respecting teachers and teaching is an eternal virtue. All teachers in the past, now and in the future should enjoy reverence and blessing.
For everyone, the teacher is the most worthy of our respect and gratitude in our life from naughty children to green and astringent youth to elegant youth. Although they lived a miserable life, they were deeply in love with the future of the motherland and connected with the hearts of their students. Although it was a small candle, they burned themselves and illuminated others. Teachers' day today, teachers smile the most beautiful, golden autumn and breeze bring good news of harvest; today, teachers please rest, gather into the sea of songs, into the laughter. Bright flowers, tiptoe to kiss you, sweet breath, enchanting, refreshing. Tears of joy, pour out the sweet heart, happy smile, full of obsession with the cause. A pair of clear and pure eyes, surging incomparable reverence and gratitude; dry heart, shed your hard sweat, your shoulder, we see the vast world.
Teacher -- you are like the drizzle in spring, moistening the flowers and irrigating the earth, while we are sucking the drizzle and growing up.
Teacher -- you are like a trace of wind in autumn, blowing the earth yellow, calling gold rice, and we have a bumper harvest.
Teacher: in my dark life, you have lit the brightest lamp for me;
Teacher -- you are my guide in my misty life;
Teacher -- in my bumpy life road, you have pointed out the direction for me to move forward;
Teacher -- you gave me a pair of powerful wings, let me travel in the world of knowledge!
You present a flower, I offer a flower, let's weave a big wreath, dedicated to the dear teacher and mother. It is you who give the seeds, the warmth of the sun; it is you who irrigate the seedlings with sweat.
Your eyes are like bright stars, twinkling with charming brilliance; your singing is like a spring stream, bringing joy to everyone.
No matter where we go, always remember your feelings; no matter where we go. Always remember your words.
No matter where we go, always remember your love; no matter where we go
If we don't praise you, we should add our love to your heart. In this unusual Festival, give our deep blessing!
Every year, I send you the first ray of spring and New Year card together; my dear teacher, may spring always be with you!
Gardener -- a noble title. Look at the flowers blooming on the branches, which are poured with your hard sweat. Wish you: peach and plum all over the world, spring everywhere!
The sun is shining, and the gardener's heart is warm in spring; the rain and dew are moistening, and the buds of peach and plum branches are red. --I wish you a happy Teacher's day.
You are a gardener, adding beauty to the mountains and rivers of the motherland; you are like the spring rain, moistening and nurturing peaches and plums, and the land of China is full of fragrance. In this festive Festival, let me present a flower of my heart to express my sincere wishes to you.
We can't express our congratulations on the teacher's holiday by composing carols with colorful clouds and weaving poems with flowers everywhere!
"Peaches and plums all over the world" is the glory of teachers. --On this beautiful day and fruitful autumn gardener's festival, I wish the teacher happiness and youth forever!
I am not your best student, but you are my most respected teacher. In your festival, I would like to give you a high respect.