Time is running out, teacher, how are you?
Teacher, I want to say to you: your face and smile, your hands and feet, often in front of my eyes; your care, love and care, has always lingered in my mind; your good guidance, teaching, so far, remember in my heart; you and we together with all the things that are just like yesterday, as if it were still fresh in my mind.
Teacher, I want to say to you: you gave me the confidence to learn; you gave me the courage to live, you gave me the motivation to work hard, you gave me the hope of running to a good future.
Teacher, I want to say to you: you are the knocking brick to open my wisdom; you are the golden key to open the door of happiness; you are the guide in my life voyage; you are the conductor of the music of my life.
Teacher, I want to say to you: without you, perhaps I would have given up on myself; without you, perhaps I would have been so addicted to go on; without you, perhaps there is no prospect of my life; without you, perhaps there is no me today.
Teacher, I want to say to you: thank you for sheltering me in the wind and rain; thank you for giving me warmth when it's freezing; thank you for nurturing me; thank you for knowing me.
Teacher, I want to say to you: you every day on the face of the podium, we just played after class after the pleasant mood and was destroyed. At this time, how I hope you can smile ah! Beginning of class, you have been frowning tightly, and suddenly called up a classmate who was deserting to answer the question, the classmate could not make sense of it, and answered incorrectly. The teacher was furious and asked him what was wrong. "The students in the back told me," he explained, the class laughed, but the teacher did not laugh, still frowning y, staring at us with an arrow-like gaze, we had to close our mouths right away, sitting down. At this time, how we hope that you, teacher, can also smile! In this way, your unhappiness, the classmates' lack of seriousness, may float away in a smile, and the distance between us and you will become close because of this smile.
After class, there are many students ran up to the podium, want to talk to you, but a busy you a sentence: "What's the matter?" We were too embarrassed to open our mouths. At that time, we want you to smile and relax with us to chat ah!
"Smile, ten years less, we will learn better; smile, really easy, distress, sadness left behind." I have written such children's songs or small poems before, but I didn't dare to sing them, when can I sing them happily in front of you?
Finally, teacher, I want to say to you: the New Year is coming, I wish you good health, happiness, peace and joy every day! Good people have peace in their lives!
Teacher I want to say to you
Teacher, the good mother in my heart, she will evenly distribute love to each of her children. Teacher you are the ocean, I am a small fish playing on your chest.
Teacher I want to say thank you. In these two years, you not only taught me a lot of knowledge, but also educated me about life. Under your guidance, teacher, my composition has also made great progress, so that my grades gradually improved, and in this regard I am very grateful to you.
Teachers, roses can only be bright and colorful when fed by sunshine, and grass can only be like Yin when moisturized by rain. We get the sunshine and the rain.
The teacher, the good mother in my heart, will divide her love evenly to each of her children. Teacher you are the ocean and I am a small fish playing on your chest.
The good teacher in my heart, she should have a big heart. Teacher you are like manna, gently sprinkled to the thriving seedlings.
Teacher, I want to say to you: you are so great, you are like the spring silkworm, quietly weaving the silk thread of our ideals. Teacher you are the sea, I am a boat, floating in your arms. Teacher you are the gardener, in your hard care I seem to thrive ...... I love you"
These, perhaps, are a child you spoiled and not capricious words.
The teacher I want to say to you
The teacher , from the day I went to school, are you standing on the podium lecturing, I sat down to listen to the lesson. Today we will change the position, please sit down and listen to my heart.
Teacher, I would like to say to you: you have worked hard! You are like a candle, constantly burning, consuming themselves, illuminating our bright future, warming our young hearts; you are like a hard-working gardener, watering us seedlings, fertilizer, so that we thrive. I often think this way: your temples of a silver wire is chalk dust stained? The wrinkles at the corners of your eyes are drawn on by us, right?
Teacher, I want to say thank you! It is you who made the friendship between me and my classmates stronger. When I was about to leave the 167th Regiment school, you and my classmates were so reluctant to part. You sacrificed your time off to take a group photo of me and my classmates, a precious shot that will always be treasured in my heart. You also organized the class to hold a farewell party for me. At the farewell party, students have to express their feelings of farewell to me, but also gave me a gift. You are a thousand words of advice, ten thousand instructions, like sending their own children out of the door children ....... Dear teacher, again you, let me quickly into the 165 Mission school this new collective. I remember the first time I walked into this school door, the heart is so apprehensive, so hesitant: unfamiliar students, unfamiliar teachers, they will welcome me? At this time, you smiled to me, led me to the classroom, and kindly asked me: dare to introduce yourself to the classmates? I saw encouragement in your eyes, and when I finished introducing myself, my classmates accepted me with applause and smiles. Ah, I'm learning and living in a harmonious atmosphere again.
You are an indestructible fire that ignites the ideals in the hearts of students and the hopes in their hearts. A single spark, a prairie fire, which gives the students life optimism, positive learning, passion for work. The existence of the fire, give people unlimited teacher, you are a spring, flow through the dense forests and mountains, flow through the deep ditch and shallow, never dry. Mountains can not block your stream, rainstorms will only grow your trunk. Every time you pick a lamp and read at night, it is to enrich your own source; every time you wear a star to read, it is to irrigate the field of ignorance. The crystal clear mountain spring represents a body of righteousness, and will always draw a line with the dirty streams. You flow endlessly, in order to fulfill your noble mission: to moisturize every inch of water-scarce land.
The comfort that gives unlimited power. Every inheritance and every innovation of the scholars is ignited by it. Without it, we would be groping in the darkness, marching in ignorance, and we would be treading with difficulty.
You are the navigating seagull, leading us to our destination. You are always on high alert to prevent us from heading in the wrong direction, correcting our indulgences like a strict father, and caring for our every fall like a loving mother. You told us clearly where there was food to eat and what was unappetizing poison, where the winds could be avoided and where the rainstorms had to be traversed. Because of your guidance, we fearlessly traveled the boundless ocean and flew over the high mountains. Thus, we have grown up and become qualified in all walks of life, even as navigators. Some of us even became another batch of navigating seagulls.
You are an excellent craftsman, carving all the statues in an unconventional way. You sculpted not only our knowledge, but also our integrity. You are the most diligent craftsman in the world: a word for word, a formula for a reason, tireless, meticulous carving, silent. You are more meticulous than Rodin and more ingenious than Lu Ban. Every reason and phenomenon in the world, every human character and personality, are initially through your hard-working hands. So it is not an exaggeration to say that you have shaped the world.
You are the rooster of dawn, inspiring us to get up early. The days are short and the journey is long, and only those who wake up at the sound of the rooster will be able to accomplish anything. With the sound of your voice, we know that we are determined to work hard, and we will not be inert. A new day begins with the crowing of the rooster, which gives us endless motivation, a sense of time, and the efficiency of life.
You are a first-rate actor, and the three-foot podium is the position to play. Even though there is no neon-like flashing lights, there is no props, you are still full of passion, talking about the past and present, and skillfully maneuvering an inch of chalk. Your affectionate voice, sowing the warmth of love, pouring out the rain of wisdom; your Ma Liang-like board book, everywhere showing the idea of turning stone into gold.
"Drinking from its source, learning from its teacher", the teacher is always the object of our reverence, is always the benefactor we need to thank.
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Speaking of the word "thank you teacher" I think of the song "Whenever I walk past the teacher's window". "The stars are shining in the quiet night, the teacher's room is bright all night long, whenever I gently walk past your window, the bright light shines in my heart, ah whenever I think of you you, the beloved good teacher, a burst of warmth in the heart of the surge ......"
Speaking of the word "thank you", I would like to thank you for your help. The word "thank you teacher" reminds me of the song "Whenever I walk past the teacher's window". "The quiet night stars are shining, the teacher's room is bright all night long, whenever I gently walk past your window, the bright light shines in my heart, ah whenever I think of you, you, the beloved good teacher, a burst of warmth in the heart of the surge ......" Without the sunshine, there is no everything's growth; without rain, there is no fragrance of flowers; without parents, there is no life for us; but if there is no teacher's teaching, there is no progress and growth for us, so I want to thank my teachers. Teacher, I thank you! You are like a candle that burns itself silently to show us the way in the sea of learning. Teachers thank you, you are like grass, simple, silent dedication. Teacher thank you, you are like the sun, let every seed sprout its own life. Teacher thank you, you are like the earth, let every hope into fruitful. Teacher, I thank you! You are like the mulberry tree. Silent dedication, without the character of the mulberry tree, where the spirit of the silkworm. Teacher, I thank you! You are like a diligent gardener, carefully cultivating the flowers of the motherland, so that these flowers grow strong. Teacher, I thank you, you are like a golden key, the ignorant us into the treasure house of knowledge. Teacher, I thank you, you are like the spring rain, the little knowledge in our hearts. Teacher, I thank you, you are like a street lamp, shining us forward. Teacher, I thank you, you are like a boatman, pulling us through the dangerous rapids. Teacher, I thank you, you are like a fire that warms the heart, and a gentle rain that penetrates my heart and nourishes my soul. Teacher, I thank you, you are like the sea, we are a small fish she used the fine waves for us to massage, so that we grow up in this sea of knowledge.
Teacher is you put us from an ignorant child, cultivated into a comprehensive development of students, here cohesion of the teacher how much blood and sweat ah! Without you, we would not have made progress. Teacher, you give us knowledge, give us strength, give us the courage to overcome, let us go forward. Teachers we are forever grateful to you.
The teacher, I thank you! Thank you for your hard work, thank you for your selflessness, thank you for all you have done for us.
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Thanks for the teacher The teacher's name fills people with respect and makes them feel so close. Some people compare teachers to "engineers of the soul of mankind", "the noblest profession under the sun"; some people compare teachers to "silkworms", "candles", "plowshares", "the most important thing", "the most important thing", "the most important thing", "the most important thing", "the most important thing", "the most important thing". ", "plowman", "sower", "gardener". But I always feel that the teacher's love for students can not be y reflected. Teacher's love, more severe than father's love, more delicate than mother's love, more pure than friendship. You - the teacher's love, the world's greatest, the highest clean.
Our class, which began in fourth grade, was taken over by Mr. Chen, who was in his fifties. At the beginning of the class due to each student's basic knowledge, study habits and learning attitude are different, the results vary, and the learning atmosphere is worse than other classes. Mr. Chen tried his best to fill in the gaps for us every day. Even at noon and after school, all for us to tutor.
The teacher, in order to improve our writing, went through the steps of writing, key contents, good words and good sentences in great detail in the composition class. In order to deepen our impression of the content of the writing, we would also invite the big white rabbit and other objects into the classroom to expand our imagination by acting out skits and other forms. In this way, we were able to write decent essays even though we used to write only in a few words, through the guidance of our teachers. She also asked us to send some of our essays to her e-mail address, and during her breaks, she would revise our essays and give us specific instructions. After two semesters, the discipline of our class was getting better and better, and the students' grades were improving day by day. Especially me, I was afraid of writing essays. Now I can finally write a little bit of achievement, three times won the school essay contest certificate, an article in the Cixi Daily small reporter published in the column. This little bit of progress, are condensed with the teacher's heart and soul.
During the vacation, the teacher's concern for the students did not take a vacation. She set a time to chat with students through QQ. Timely understanding of our life situation, learning situation, ask us if there is any problem with the homework ...... teacher's care for us, deeper than parents.
When I was sick, my teacher took care of me more like a mother and cared for me. Once, I had a stomach ache, but I didn't know what the cause was, I just thought it was a stomach ache. My teacher carefully asked me where it hurt? How does it hurt? Then she gave me cookies and hot water, which really took away the pain.
The love of a teacher touches one's life; the teaching of a teacher benefits one's life. It is the source of vitality and the power of life on the road of our life. I can only say this again: thank you! Teacher! In the future, whether I become a big tree in the sky or a low shrub, I will bless you with the emerald green of life! Salute! Our teacher!
[Koyasanoya Essay] Thank you for your teacher's love When I think of the word "thank you teacher" I think of the song "Whenever I walk past the teacher's window". "The first thing I'd like to say is that I don't know what to say, but I'd like to say that I don't know what to say, and I'd like to say that I don't know what to say, and I'd like to say that I don't know what to say.
Without the sunshine, there is no growth of everything; without the rain, there is no fragrance of flowers; without parents, there is no life for us; but without the teachings of teachers, there is no progress and growth for us, so I want to thank my teachers.
The teacher, I thank you! You are the candle that burns itself silently to show us the way in the vast sea of learning. Teachers thank you, you are like grass, simple, silent dedication. Teacher thank you, you are like the sun, let every seed sprout its own life. Teacher thank you, you are like the earth, let every hope into fruitful. Teacher, I thank you! You are like the mulberry tree. Silent dedication, without the character of the mulberry tree, where the spirit of the silkworm. Teacher, I thank you! You are like a diligent gardener, carefully cultivating the flowers of the motherland, so that these flowers grow strong. Teacher, I thank you, you are like a golden key, the ignorant us into the treasure house of knowledge. Teacher, I thank you, you are like the spring rain, the little knowledge in our hearts. Teacher, I thank you, you are like a street lamp, shining us forward. Teacher, I thank you, you are like a boatman, pulling us through the dangerous rapids. Teacher, I thank you, you are like a fire that warms the heart, and a gentle rain that penetrates my heart and nourishes my soul. Teacher, I thank you, you are like the sea, we are a small fish she used the fine waves for us to massage, so that we grow up in this sea of knowledge.
Teacher is you put us from an ignorant child, cultivated into a comprehensive development of students, here cohesion of the teacher how much blood and sweat ah! Without you, we would not have made progress. Teacher, you give us knowledge, give us strength, give us the courage to overcome, let us go forward. Teachers we are forever grateful to you.
The teacher, I thank you! Thank you for your hard work, thank you for your selflessness, thank you for all you have done for us.
Good Sentences:
1,Your work in the present day, but building the motherland tomorrow; your teaching in the classroom, but the achievements are in the motherland in all directions.
2, your post will never change, but your footprints are all over the four sides; your temples will be gray one day, your youth but a hundred years.
3. On our way from childishness to maturity, from ignorance to civilization, you used the torch of life to open the way for us.
4. The teacher's spring breeze bathes my heart day by day.
5. A good teacher is better than ten thousand books.
6, dear teacher, your sincere love, awakened how much confusion, feeding how much confidence, ignited how much youth, destroyed how many sails.
7. Crane hair and silver threads reflect the sun and the moon, the heart of the blood of the new flower.
8, one day as a teacher, life as a father.
9. The gift of a few words is my teacher.
10, the gardener, a noble title, I wish you peach and plum all over the world, the spring sunshine in all directions.
11, the river pushed us to the vast sea, the dawn brought us a bright morning; dear teacher, you lead us to a magnificent life.
12, teacher, people say you are cultivating the pillars of the motherland, rather than that you are the pillars of the motherland, it is you, supporting the backbone of our generation.
13, the teacher, is the beauty of the cultivator, the beauty of the sower. It is you with the beauty of the sunshine, with the beauty of the dew moisturizing, our heart field is green grass, flowers.
14, 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 father's love, more delicate than mother's love, more pure than friendship. Your ------ teacher's love, the world's greatest, the highest clean.
15, teacher, the light of wisdom emanating from our body, always flashing with your hands lit sparks.
The teacher, we all say that you cultivate the pillars of the motherland;
I have to say that you are the pillars of the motherland.
It was you who supported the backbone of our generation!
You are like a red candle, giving all your heat and light for the future generations!
Your character and spirit, can be used in two words is
- burning! Burning without ceasing!
The lessons you taught were so rich and colorful,
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 and the earth is full of spring!
Teacher, push open the window and see, this garden full of spring colors, 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,
Teacher, the engineer of the human soul, there is no one who will not praise you!
Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and happiness.
Teacher, you are the sower of hope and happiness!
Teacher, you are the cultivator of beauty, the sower of beauty.
It is you who shine the sun with beauty and moisturize the rain with beauty,
Our heartland is green as grass and blooming with flowers!
You are busy with the blossoming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, and silently drape the green shade of leaves!
Ah, Mr. Teacher, your spirit will always be in my heart!
You are like the silent root of a tree, which makes the tree grow strong,
and makes its branches full of fruit, but does not ask for any reward.
You gave us a ruler of life, so that we can measure ourselves every day;
You gave us a mirror of exemplary behavior, so that we have an example to learn from everywhere.
You are the bridge that connects us to the cut-off mountains and leads us to the peaks of the harvest;
You are the green vine, tough and slender, that guides us to the ganoderma lucidum and ginseng at the top of the cliff.
When the seedlings need a cup of water, never send a bucket of water;
and when a bucket of water is needed, never give a cup of water.
Giving at the right time, in the right amount, is the skill of a good gardener.
That, my teacher, is the very art of your education.
Not counting the hard work of an ink stone cold, peach ripe and flowing Dan, plum ripe and skillful, planting flowers is easy and tree people difficult.
The valley is not ordinary, the poem is full of the world, the painting is full of the world, and the talents are full of smiles.
Teacher, you use the most noble feelings of mankind - love, sowing spring, sowing ideals, sowing power ......
With the language of sowing, with the color pen plowing, watered with sweat, nourished with the blood of the heart,
This is the sublime labor of our beloved teacher.
You work in the present day, but building the motherland's tomorrow;
You teach in the classroom, the achievements but in the four corners of the motherland.
Teachers, if you compare you to a clam, then the students are the grains of sand in the clam;
You love to lick it, grinding it, dipping it, washing it ......
After years and years, the grains of sand will become a pearl, the light 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 with passion and praise the vastness and depth of the sea.
And dedicate it to you - my teacher with a big heart and deep knowledge.
The teacher is the spark that ignites the fire of the student's mind;
The teacher is the stone level that bears the student's step-by-step upward climb.
You are like a candle, though thin and weak, but there is a point of heat, a point of light, illuminating others, exhausting themselves.
This selfless dedication will never be forgotten.
Your lecture language, pleasant as the tinkling of the mountain springs, kindly like a babbling brook, exciting as a rushing river ......
The silkworm did not say anything in his life to boast of, that spit out of the silver silk is the measure of the value of life ruler.
Beloved teacher, you have never flaunted 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 is more severe than a father's love, more delicate than a mother's love, and more pure than a friend's love.
You - the teacher's love, the world's greatest, the highest clean.
The firefly's precious, lies in the use of the lamp that hangs on the back end, specializing in lighting others;
Your honorable, lies in always giving others convenience.
Who spreads the rain on the earth? Who is the one who nurtures the seedlings?
You, teacher, are a great gardener!
Look at the flowers blooming all over the place, which one does not have your blood on it, which one does not have your smile on it!
Your lessons, 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 and see, this garden full of spring colors, 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,
Teacher, the engineer of the human soul, there is no one who will not praise you!
Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and happiness.
Teacher, you are the sower of hope and happiness!
Teacher, you are the cultivator of beauty, the sower of beauty.
It is you who shine the sun with beauty and moisturize our hearts with beautiful rain, so that we can have green grass and blossoms!
You are busy with the blossoming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, and silently drape the green shade of leaves!
Ah, Mr. Teacher, your spirit will always be in my heart!
You are like the silent root of a tree, which makes the tree grow strong,
and makes its branches full of fruit, but does not ask for any reward.
You gave us a ruler of life, so that we can measure ourselves every day;
You gave us a mirror of exemplary behavior, so that we have an example to learn from everywhere.
You are the bridge that connects us to the cut-off mountains and leads us to the peaks of the harvest;
You are the green vine, tough and slender, that guides us to the ganoderma lucidum and ginseng at the top of the cliff.
When the seedlings need a cup of water, never send a bucket of water;
and when a bucket of water is needed, never give a cup of water.
Giving at the right time, in the right amount, is the skill of a good gardener. And that, my teacher, is the very art of your education.
Not counting the hard work of an ink stone cold, peach ripe flow Dan, plum ripe skill disabled, planting flowers is easy to tree people difficult.
The valley is not ordinary, the poem is full of the world, the painting is full of the world, and the talents are full of smiles.
Teacher, you use the most noble feelings of mankind - love, sowing spring, sowing ideals, sowing power ......
With the language of sowing, with the color pen plowing, watered with sweat, nourished with the blood of the heart,
This is the sublime labor of our beloved teacher.
You work in the present day, but building the motherland's tomorrow;
You teach in the classroom, the achievements but in the four corners of the motherland.
Teachers, 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 opened up.
If I were a poet, I would write with passion and praise the vastness and depth of the sea.
And dedicate it to you - my teacher with a big heart and deep knowledge.
The teacher is the spark that ignites the fire of the student's mind;
The teacher is the stone level that bears the student's step-by-step upward climb.
You are like a candle, although weak, but there is a point of heat, a point of light, illuminating others, exhausted themselves. This selfless dedication will never be forgotten.
Your language of lectures, 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 in their lives to boast of, and that spit out of the silver silk is the measure of the value of life ruler.
Beloved 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 is more severe than a father's love, more delicate than a mother's love, and more pure than a friend's love.
You - the teacher's love, the world's greatest, the highest clean.
The firefly's precious, lies in the use of the lamp that hangs on the back end, specializing in lighting others;
Your honorable, lies in always giving others convenience.
Who spreads the rain on the earth? Who is the one who nurtures the seedlings?
You, teacher, are a great gardener!
Look at the flowers blooming all over the place, which one does not have your blood on it, which one does not have your smile on it!
I am too pious to search for words,
because the word teacher itself is the world's noblest honorific.
I am a green tree, bathed in the sunshine of wisdom,
thriving in the soil of your knowledge.
The deep love of the sky and the generous love of the earth are engraved in my heart, and I will never forget them in my life.
Teacher, do you remember me? That naughty and unintelligent child.
When you received this card, you thought I had come to you again.
Your teaching is the bright sunshine that shines in my heart and makes the flower of my youth open.
Teacher, you enlightened me to truly appreciate the bounty of nature,
From then on I read every green leaf, every colorful cloud, every wave.
Dear Teacher, the plain white snow is your symbol;
Offering the sacred halo woven for you, I wish you years and years of happiness and prosperity!
Teaching is like the spring breeze, the teacher's grace is like the depth of the sea.
We like you, young teacher;
You are as handsome as a spruce and as deep as the blue sky;
You have learning and a heart that is accommodating with us.
You are a scholar and a tireless teacher; you are a peach and a plum, and you are happy.
Wish you a happy holiday!
After the farewell, long years, your voice, always ringing in my ears;
Your figure, often in my mind; your teaching, resident in my heart ......
In today's this belongs to your day, I wish you peace as you wish!
I am not your most outstanding student, but you are my most respected teacher.
On your day, your student wishes you to be young forever!
The benefactor scooped up the water of the heavenly pool and sprinkled it on the earth to educate new seedlings.
Dear Teacher, your teachings are like the spring breeze, like the rains, and will always be in my heart.
I sincerely wish you: health, as you wish!
You gave me a brilliant as the gold of the true meaning of life, after the years of scrubbing, and the longer and more bright!
Names engraved on wood may not be immortal, names engraved on stone may not last forever;
But your name engraved in the depths of our hearts and minds, will truly live forever!
Everything that has passed will become affectionate nostalgia, everything that has passed will be valuable - I miss the minutes and seconds that you have taken us through.
Today, in a distant country, your students give you yesterday, folded into the boat of memory, let it float in the lake of thoughts ......
Your devoted teaching, is the clear spring of love, will be in the riverbed of my soul, forever flowing... ...
The sun shines, the gardener's heart is full of spring;
Sweet rain moistens, the peach and plum branches are red.
-Wish you a happy holiday!
In the near future, whether I become a tall poplar, or a low grass,
Teacher, I will honor you with the emerald green of life!
May the joyful songs haunt you at all times;
May the joyful years accompany you forever. I wish you a happy holiday!
Teacher, our sincere blessings,
like the emerald green on the old tree, thick and dense, with the years!
All the thoughts, more fused with endless gratitude and admiration,
May your holiday overflow with Radiance, peace!
While we were picking the fruits of the harvest, you left yourself with gray hair on your temples colored by chalk dust.
Salute to you, beloved teacher!
I would like to look into your eyes again, to listen to your lecture again, to hold your hands again.
A heartfelt thank you, with all my sincerity.
A sincere blessing on behalf of a heart full of gratitude.
May your joy, your wishes, be fulfilled at the same time when you open this little card!
May my blessing be like a small flower, forever blooming in this warm harvest season, for you to decorate the joyful overflowing at all times.
Our class is sometimes difficult to discipline, but we truly adore you!
You are like a parent to us, and we all love you.
The main purpose of education is not to teach you to know how to make a living, but to make everyone's life smell better. --Angel
The occasion of Teachers' Day is a day to express gratitude to all teachers. This profession deserves special attention and respect. This is the perfect time to honor you and your peers. I am eternally grateful to you. Have a happy holiday!
There are no words to express our gratitude to you.
You are not only a certified teacher, but a good friend, thank you for all you do.
Education is not about filling a bucket of water, it is about igniting a flame of life.
The person who can make the hard things easy is an educator.
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Would like to extend our eternal gratitude to you on this special day.
A teacher has an eternal effect on people. --Adams
This small gift is a small token of our gratitude. All of us are grateful to you.
I am y grateful for all that you do.
The primary purpose of education is not to teach you how to make a living, but to make everyone's life smell better.
The teacher is like the high hanging sun, giving us his warmth, for which we love you;
The teacher is like the raging sea, dedicating his enthusiasm to us, for which we respect you;
The teacher is like the hardworking gardener, leaving his fruits to us, for which we respect you;
The teacher is like the hardworking gardener, leaving his fruit to us, for which we respect you;
The teacher is like the hardworking gardener, leaving his fruit to us, for which we respect you.
The teacher is like the loyal bull, who transmits his labor to us, for which we serve you!
The teacher is heaven because he is so beautiful, so noble, so special beauty, sacred and pure.
Elect me!