Respectfully, a certain teacher:
Hello!
Time flies, I am already a sixth-grade student, you took over our class from the first grade. At that time, we were still a group of ignorant children, so you tireless teaching, so that we grow day by day, to obtain a wealth of knowledge!
You are not only our teacher, but also an engineer who holds the soul of the world in his hands! Teacher, you have been in that sacred podium, sprinkle your drops of sweat, watering to our rich knowledge! You are a hard-working gardener, watering and fertilizing us until we blossomed into a big fruit; you are a stepping stone on the road to success for us to pave the way;
You are a ship in the vast ocean, leading us to think about the sea of knowledge; you are the spring breeze, you are the spring rain, you moisturize, nurturing us, so that we grow into a strong tree; you are the candle that burns itself, dedicating its life to teaching and educating the people. You are the candle that burns itself out, dedicating your life to teaching and educating people, igniting yourself so that we are no longer lost on the road to growth!
This is the mark you left on the road of teaching; this is the sacred every stroke of the blueprint for the future you are waving; this is the iron evidence of your selfless dedication!
The long road to school, every time you give the record of the touching; twists and turns of the road of life, every step has your sincere advice and care. You use all the knowledge to water a budding heart, you use the love of a lifetime, warm a once cold and lonely heart
; you use the world's most beautiful language, will be a heart knot open, you use the beautiful rainbow across our mutual heart.
With your help, a child's heart is maturing, looking up to the sky, with the desire to fly; in the abyss of the fish, with the dream of swimming. You give us the power to struggle forward, your teaching, the essence of your knowledge in our hearts and minds to build a sculpture of wealth. You are so great, you cultivate an elite, the times handsome. You shape greatness with self-appointed insignificance, you embellish beauty with conscious ordinariness; you create myths with a bent back.
Running water in a hurry, the autumn wind blew off your young face; years of ruthlessness, the summer months of the sun bent your robust back; winter snow
Bright, covering your black hair. But your spirit of "teaching and educating" is still vibrant and renewed, not less than the same year.
The stars are changing, the world is changing; but what is unchanged is that the teachers and students shining with golden light, the heart full of complex feelings of gratitude.
That is the grace, is the grace of education, is the grace of enlightenment, is a drop of water when the spring to repay the teacher's grace.
It is love, it is the love of teachers and students, but also the love of friends, but also that "not to teach the skin, but to pass on the wisdom" of the "parents".
It's a favor that will stand the test of time and endure the limitations of space.
Even in the dark night, can never forget the hand in the dark groping; even in the life of the sacred moment, the peak to overlook the world, can not forget you in tears sent a piece of spring; even in the day for the academic upset, can not forget your hopeful eyes, encouraging smile. I want to say to you: "Teacher, you worked hard!"
Happy Teacher's Day! Good health, all the best, work well
September 10, 2010
Your student: so-and-so
Please modify according to their own situation.