You are not an actor, but you attract our hungry eyes; you are not a singer, but you make the clear spring of knowledge tinkle and sing fascinating songs; you are not a You are not a sculptor, but shaping the souls of a number of young people ...... teacher, how can I forget you!
The name carved on the board may not be immortal, the name carved on the stone may not be immortal; teacher, your name is carved on our hearts, which is truly eternal.
Your thoughts and words are poetic, philosophical and magical, and in my mind, they have stirred up many wonderful ripples!
You respected sincerity and honesty, as a guideline for people in the world. You were a role model for us students.
I worship great men and famous people, 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 happy and consciously act. This is the image that you have left in my heart.
In my mind, you are the strictest father, but also the most kind mother; you are an unsung hero, but also a famous teacher.
Your voice and smile, when flashed in front of my eyes; you are the 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 the deep connotation!
The teacher, this glorious name, will be like a brilliant star, forever hanging high in our breasts.
Even if my temples are gray, 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!
Burning yourself without stint, giving out all the heat, all the light, all the energy. Teacher, you are like a red candle, loved and admired!
Some people say, the teacher's grace is like a mountain, because the mountain is lofty, so that people respect. I would also like to say that the teacher's grace is like the sea, because the sea is vast, immeasurable.
You in the minds of the students, is the "true seed, good messenger, the banner of beauty.
You are the fire in the winter, the shade in the summer, the stepping stone in the turbulence, the beacon in the sea of fog.
Teacher, you teach by example, educate people well, willing to be a ladder, unforgettable!
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Teacher, everyone says that you are training the pillars of the motherland; I would say that 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 your heat and light for the future generations! Your character and spirit, can be used in two words is - burning! Burning without stopping!
Your lectures are so rich and colorful that each chapter seems 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 and 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? Ah, 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 with the beauty of the sunshine, with the beauty of the dew moisturizing, our heart field green grass, flowers!
You are busy with the blooming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, and you are silently draping the green shade of leaves! Ah, teacher, your spirit, always in my heart!
You are like the root of a silent tree, making the tree grow, and making the branches full of fruit, but not asking for any reward.
You gave us a ruler of life, so that we ourselves every day to measure; you gave us an exemplary behavior of the mirror, so that we everywhere have to learn from the example.
You are the bridge that connects us to the cut-off mountains and leads us to the peak of the harvest; you are the green vine, tough and slender, guiding us to the ganoderma lucidum and ginseng at the top of the cliff.
When a seedling needs a cup of water, never send a bucket of water; and when a bucket of water is needed, never give a cup of water. To give at the right time, in the right amount, is the skill of a good gardener. And that, my teacher, is precisely your art of education.
Not counting the hard work of an ink stone cold, peach ripe flow Dan, plum ripe skills disabled, planting flowers is easy to tree people difficult. The valley flying fragrance is not ordinary, poetry on earth, painting on earth, the talents of the people smile open face.
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, nourishing with heart and soul, this is our beloved teacher! sublime labor.
You work in the present day, but building the motherland's tomorrow; you teach in the classroom, 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 a poem with passion to praise the vastness and depth of the sea. And I would dedicate it to you, my teacher, who has 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, exciting as a rushing river ......
Silkworms have not said anything boastful in their lives, that spit out of the silver is the measure of the value of the ruler of life. Dear teacher, you have never shown off in front of others, but that 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, in that hung in the back of the lamp, specializing in lighting others; your respectable, is always to provide convenience to others.
Who spreads the rain on the earth? Who is the seedling hard to nurture? 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!
Your lecture, 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 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? Ah, 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 with the beauty of the sunshine, with the beauty of the dew moisturizing, our heart field green grass, flowers!
You are busy with the blooming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, and you are silently draping the green shade of leaves! Ah, teacher, your spirit, always in my heart! Teacher's Day Poem
You are like the silent root of a tree, which makes the tree grow strong and makes the branches full of fruit, but you do not ask for any reward.
You gave us a ruler of life, so that we ourselves every day to measure; you gave us an exemplary behavior of the mirror, so that we everywhere have to learn from the example.
You are the bridge that connects us to the cut-off mountains and leads us to the peak of the harvest; you are the green vine, tough and slender, guiding us to the ganoderma lucidum and ginseng at the top of the cliff.
When a seedling needs a cup of water, never send a bucket of water; and when a bucket of water is needed, never give a cup of water. To give at the right time, in the right amount, is the skill of a good gardener. And that, my teacher, is precisely your art of education.
Not counting the hard work of an ink stone cold, peach ripe flow Dan, plum ripe skill disabled, planting flowers easy tree people difficult. The valley flying fragrance is not ordinary, poetry on earth, painting on earth, the talents of the people smile open face.
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, nourishing with heart and soul, this is our beloved teacher! sublime labor.
You work in the present day, but building the motherland's tomorrow; you teach in the classroom, 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 a poem with passion to praise the vastness and depth of the sea. And I would dedicate it to you, my teacher, who has 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, exciting as a rushing river ......
Silkworms have not said anything boastful in their lives, that spit out of the silver is the measure of the value of the ruler of life. Dear teacher, you have never shown off in front of others, but that 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, in that hung in the back of the lamp, specializing in lighting others; your respectable, is always to provide convenience to others.
Who spreads the rain on the earth? Who is the seedling hard to nurture? It is you, the teacher, you are a great gardener! Look at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one does not have your heart and soul, which one does not have your smile