The name engraved on the board may not be immortal, engraved on the name of the stone may not be immortal; teacher, your name is engraved on our hearts, which is truly eternal.
Your thoughts, your words, overflowing with poetry, philosophical, and so magical, in my mind, they have stirred up how many wonderful ripples!
You respected the sincerity and integrity, as a guideline for people in the world. You were a role model for our students.
I worship the great and famous, but I am more eager to dedicate my respect and praise to an ordinary person -
My teacher you.
You were strict with us and modeled your actions. Your exhortations, requests, and even orders, once put forward, we must do, and yet always make us heartily convinced, conscious action. This is the tall image you left in my heart.
In my mind, you are the most strict father, but also the most kind mother; you are an unsung hero, but also a famous teacher.
Your face and smile, when flashed in front of my eyes; you are character personality, always treasured in the depths of my memory.
Ah, the teacher -
Engineer of the soul of mankind, only this glorious name, has as rich as the sea, the blue sky as a deep connotation!
Teacher, this glorious name, will be like a brilliant star, always hanging high in our chest.
Even if I have gray temples, I will still call you a teacher from the bottom of my heart! In front of this sacred and noble word, I will always be a student in need of enlightenment!
In the sea of life, teacher, you are like a high beacon light, standing in the vast sea, at all times for us to guide the voyage forward!
Without stinting to burn themselves, send all the heat, all the light, all the energy. Teachers, you are like a red candle, loved and admired!
Some people say that the teacher's grace is like a mountain, because the mountain is lofty, so that people reverence. I would also like to say, the teacher like the sea, because the sea is vast, immeasurable.
You in the minds of the students, is "true seed, good messenger, the banner of beauty.
You are the fire in the winter, the shade in the heat, the stepping stone in the turbulence, and the beacon in the sea of fog. --
Teachers, you teach by example, educate people, willing to be a ladder, unforgettable!
Teachers, everyone says that you cultivate the pillars of the motherland; I have to say, you are the pillars of the motherland. It is you who supports the backbone of our generation!
You are like a red candle, giving all the heat and light for the future generations! Your character and spirit, you can use two words is - burning! The first thing you need to do is to get rid of all the stuff you've got on your computer!
The lessons you taught were so rich and colorful that each chapter seemed to open a window in front of me, allowing me to see a splendid new world ......
Ah, with you, the garden is this colorful, the earth is full of spring! Teacher, push open the window to see, this garden full of spring color, this garden full of peaches and plums, are saluting you!
If there is no nourishment of your thoughts, how can you bloom so many beautiful flowers of the soul? The teacher, the engineer of the soul of mankind, who is not going to praise you!
Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and happiness. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty!
Teacher, you are the cultivator of beauty, the sower of beauty. It is you with the beauty of the sunshine, with the beauty of the dew moisturizing, our heart field is green grass, flowers!
You are busy for the blooming of the flowers, the ripening of the fruits, and silently draping the green shade of the leaves! The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty!
You are like the silent roots of the tree, so that the tree grows strong, and make the branches full of fruit, but do not ask for any reward.
You gave us a ruler of life, so that we can measure ourselves every day; you gave us an exemplary behavior of the mirror, so that we have to learn everywhere.
You are the bridge that connects us to the mountains that have been cut off, allowing us to move towards the peak of the harvest; you are the green vine, tough and slender, guiding us to pick the ganoderma lucidum and ginseng on the top of the cliff.
Never send a bucket of water when a seedling needs a cup of water; and never give a cup of water when a bucket is needed. To give at the right time and in the right amount is the skill of a good gardener. My teacher, this is precisely your art of education.
Not counting the hard work of an ink stone cold, peach ripe flow Dan, Li ripe skills disabled, planting flowers is easy to tree people difficult. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and then you can get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world.
Teacher, you use the most noble feelings of mankind - love, sowing spring, sowing ideals, sowing power ......
Sowing with words, plowing with colorful pencils, watering with sweat, moisturizing with heart and blood, this is our beloved teacher! sublime labor.
You work in the present day, but the construction of the motherland tomorrow; you teach in the classroom, but the achievements of the motherland in all directions.
Teacher, if you compare you to a clam, then the students are the grains of sand in the clam; you love to lick it, grind it, dip it, wash it ...... over the years, the grains of sand will become a pearl, glittering.
Your career as a teacher, there are countless proud and happy memories, but you treasured them in the bottom of your heart, but just watching a garden to be developed.
If I were a poet, I would write a poem with passion to praise the vastness and depth of the sea. And dedicate it to you - my broad-minded, deep knowledge of the teacher.
Teachers are kindling, igniting the fire of the student's mind; teachers are stone steps, bearing students step by step to climb upward.
You are like a candle, although weak, but there is a point of heat, a point of light, illuminated others, exhausted themselves. This selfless dedication is something we will never forget.
The language of your lectures, as pleasant as the tinkling of the mountain springs, kindly like a babbling brook, as exciting as a rushing river ......
The silkworms did not say anything boastful in their lives, and that spit out of the silver silk is the measure of the value of life ruler. Dear teacher, you have never shown off in front of others, but the blooming peach and plum, is the highest evaluation of you.
Your love, the general warmth of the sun, the general warmth of the spring breeze, the general sweetness of the spring. Your love, more severe than the father's love, more delicate than the mother's love, more pure than friendship. You - the teacher's love, the world's greatest, the highest clean.
The firefly's valuable, with the lamp hanging on the back of the tail, specializing in lighting others; your honorable, is always to provide convenience to others.
Who spread the dew on the earth? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. It is you, the teacher, you are a great gardener! Look at the flowers blooming all over the place, which one does not have your heart and soul, which one does not have your smile on the shadow!
The lessons you taught, is so rich and colorful, each chapter seems to open a window in front of me, let me see a colorful new world ......
Ah, with you, the garden is this colorful, the earth is full of spring! Teacher, push open the window to see, this garden full of spring color, this garden full of peaches and plums, are saluting you!
If there is no nourishment of your thoughts, how can you bloom so many beautiful flowers of the soul? The teacher, the engineer of the soul of mankind, who is not going to praise you!
Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and happiness. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty!
Teacher, you are the cultivator of beauty, the sower of beauty. It is you with the beauty of the sunshine, with the beauty of the dew moisturizing, our heart field is green grass, flowers!
You are busy for the blooming of the flowers, the ripening of the fruits, and silently draping the green shade of the leaves! I'm sure you'll be able to help me with this, but I'm sure you'll be able to help me with this, too! Teacher's Day Poetry
You are much like the silent roots of the tree, so that the tree grows strong, and make the branches full of fruit, but do not ask for any reward.
You gave us a ruler of life, so that we can measure ourselves every day; you gave us an exemplary behavior of the mirror, so that we have to learn everywhere.
You are the bridge that connects us to the mountains that have been cut off, allowing us to move towards the peak of the harvest; you are the green vine, tough and slender, guiding us to pick the ganoderma lucidum and ginseng on the top of the cliff.
Never send a bucket of water when a seedling needs a cup of water; and never give a cup of water when a bucket is needed. To give at the right time and in the right amount is the skill of a good gardener. My teacher, this is precisely your art of education.
Not counting the hard work of an ink stone cold, peach ripe flow Dan, Li ripe skills disabled, planting flowers is easy to tree people difficult. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and then you can get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world.
Teacher, you use the most noble feelings of mankind - love, sowing spring, sowing ideals, sowing power ......
Sowing with words, plowing with colorful pencils, watering with sweat, moisturizing with heart and blood, this is our beloved teacher! sublime labor.
You work in the present day, but the construction of the motherland's tomorrow; you teach in the classroom, but the achievements in the motherland in all directions.
Teacher, if you compare you to a clam, then the students are the grains of sand in the clam; you love to lick it, grind it, dip it, wash it ...... over the years, the grains of sand will become a pearl, glittering.
Your career as a teacher, there are countless proud and happy memories, but you treasured them in the bottom of your heart, but just watching a garden to be developed.
If I were a poet, I would write a poem with passion to praise the vastness and depth of the sea. And dedicate it to you - my broad-minded, deep knowledge of the teacher.
Teachers are kindling, igniting the fire of the student's mind; teachers are stone steps, bearing students step by step to climb upward.
You are like a candle, although weak, but there is a point of heat, a point of light, illuminated others, exhausted themselves. This selfless dedication is something we will never forget.
The language of your lectures, as pleasant as the tinkling of the mountain springs, kindly like a babbling brook, as exciting as a rushing river ......
The silkworms did not say anything boastful in their lives, and that spit out of the silver wire is the measure of the value of life ruler. Dear teacher, you have never shown off in front of others, but the blooming peach and plum, is the highest evaluation of you.
Your love, the general warmth of the sun, the general warmth of the spring breeze, the general sweetness of the spring. Your love, more severe than the father's love, more delicate than the mother's love, more pure than friendship. You - the teacher's love, the world's greatest, the highest clean.
The firefly's valuable, with the lamp hanging on the back of the tail, specializing in lighting others; your honorable, is always to provide convenience to others.
Who spread the dew on the earth? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. It is you, the teacher, you are a great gardener! Look at the flowers blossoming everywhere, which one does not have your heart and soul, which one does not have your smile