Teacher, there is no magnificent stage, no flowers
Three feet of podium and a blackboard is your world to show off your life
Faced with dozens of pairs of perplexed and thirsty eyes
Teacher, you unhesitatingly use your own voice like a song
Sow the sunshine of love, the rain of wisdom
Teacher, the snowflakes are falling down
Like your newborn gray hairs on your temples
Like your hands caressing the frozen ground
Teacher. The falling snowflakes
Like the white hairs on your temples
Like your hands touching the frozen ground
Like the flowers of your ideals
The snow is falling, and it will nurture a season of abundance
Will nourish the new shoots that are beginning to blossom
Mr. Teacher, you have enlightened me with a true understanding of nature's bounty
They have made me read every green petal and every green leaf of every green leaf, and I have understood them all. I have read every leaf, every cloud, every wave
Teacher, you have created a warm community
In our community
every minute is filled with joy, song and sunshine
Teacher, the bright light in your room all night long
shines like a star in the middle of the night
Whenever I walk by your window
the bright light in your room
is as bright as a star in the middle of the night.
The bright light shines in my heart
Dear Teacher: Without the plowing of spring
Where would the scent of the lotus be
May you always be the messenger of spring
Shedding warm sunshine on the earth
Without the plowing of spring, I would not be able to see you.