2. Your position will never change, but your footprints are everywhere; Your temples will turn gray one day, but your youth will last for a hundred years.
On our way from naivety to maturity and from ignorance to civilization, you have opened the way for us with the torch of life.
The teacher's spring breeze bathes my heart every day.
A good teacher is better than thousands of books.
Dear teacher, your sincere love has awakened a lot of confusion, cultivated a lot of self-confidence, ignited a lot of youth and destroyed many sails.
7. The silver thread of the crane hair reflects the sun and the moon, and the blood of Dan Xin is the new flower.
8. Once a teacher, always a father.
9. The gift of a passage belongs to my teacher.
10, gardener, lofty title, I wish you peaches and plums all over the world, full of spring.
1 1. The river pushes us to the vast sea, and the dawn brings us a bright morning; Dear teacher, you have led us to a brilliant life.
12 teacher, people say that you are a pillar of the motherland, not that you are a pillar of the motherland, but that you support the backbone of our generation.
13. Teachers are the cultivators and sowers of beauty. You shine with beautiful sunshine, moisten with beautiful rain and dew, and make our hearts lush and colorful.
Your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze and as sweet as a clear spring. Your love is more severe than fatherly love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than friendship. Your love-the teacher's love is the greatest and purest in the world.
15 teacher, the light of wisdom that emanates from us will always shine with the spark that you personally lit.
Teacher, everyone says that you are cultivating the pillars of the motherland;
I want to say that you are the pillars of the motherland.
You have propped up the backbone of our generation!
You are like a red candle, giving all the heat and light to the younger generation!
Your character and spirit can be summed up in two words.
Burning! Keep burning!
Your lectures are colorful,
Every chapter seems to open a window in front of me.
Let me see a beautiful new world. ...
Ah, with you, the garden is so gorgeous and the earth is full of spring!
Teacher, please open the window and have a look. All this love and this garden full of peaches and plums are paying tribute to you!
Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how can so many beautiful flowers of the soul bloom?
Teacher, the engineer of human soul, who is not praising you!
Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and happiness.
Teacher, you are the sower of this hope and happiness!
Teacher, you are the cultivator and sower of beauty.
It's you, shining with beautiful sunshine and nourishing beautiful rain and dew.
Our hearts are full of green grass and flowers!
You are busy with the blooming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, silently hanging the shade of leaves!
Ah, teacher, your spirit, always remember my heart!
You are more like a nameless root, making small trees thrive.
And fill the branches with rich fruits, but ask for no reward.
You gave us a ruler of life, let us measure it every day;
You gave us a mirror of exemplary behavior, and let us learn everywhere.
You are a bridge, connecting the cut mountains for us and leading us to the peak of harvest;
You are a green vine, tough and slender, which guides us to collect Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng at the top of the cliff.
When Miao Er needs a glass of water, never send a bucket of water.
And when you need a bucket of water, never give a glass of water.
Giving in time and in moderation is a skill of a good gardener.
My teacher, this is your art of education.
Not to mention diligence, peaches are ripe, plums are ripe, it is easy to grow flowers, but difficult to educate people.
The fragrance of the valley is extraordinary, poetry is full of people, painting is full of people, and talents gather to laugh.
Teacher, you sow spring, ideals and strength with the noblest feelings of human beings. ...
Sowing with language, cultivating with colored pens, watering with sweat, nourishing with painstaking efforts,
This is the noble work of our beloved teacher.
You work in the present, but you are building the future of the motherland;
You teach in class, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland.
Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then students are the sand in the clam;
You lick it, grind it, soak it, and wash it with love. ...
Over the years, grains of sand have become pearls and glistened.
There are countless proud and happy memories of your teaching career.
But you keep them in your heart and stare at a garden to be explored.
If I were a poet, I would write poems with enthusiasm and praise the vastness and profundity of the sea.
And dedicated to you-my broad-minded and knowledgeable teacher.
Teachers are kindling, igniting the fire in students' hearts;
Teachers are stone steps, carrying students to climb steadily step by step.
You are like a candle, thin as it is, but a little hot and scattered, illuminating others and exhausting yourself.
This selfless dedication is unforgettable.
The language of your lectures is as sweet as a tinkling mountain spring, as cordial as a gurgling stream, and as exciting as a rushing river. ...
Spring silkworm has never said anything to brag about in her life, and the silver silk spit out is a ruler to measure the value of life.
Dear teacher, you have never shown off in front of others, but the blooming peaches and plums are your highest evaluation.
Your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze and as sweet as a clear spring.
Your love is more severe than fatherly love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than friendship.
Your teacher's love is the greatest and cleanest in the world.
The value of fireflies is to shine on others with lights hanging from the back end;
What makes you respectable is that you always provide convenience for others.
Who scattered the rain and dew all over the earth? Who feeds the seedlings hard?
It's you, teacher, you are a great gardener!
Look at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one is not as hard as you, and which one is not as smiling as you!
Your lecture is so colorful that every chapter seems to open a window in front of me.
Let me see a beautiful new world. ...
Ah, with you, the garden is so gorgeous and the earth is full of spring!
Teacher, please open the window and have a look. All this love and this garden full of peaches and plums are paying tribute to you!
Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how can so many beautiful flowers of the soul bloom?
Teacher, the engineer of human soul, who is not praising you!
Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and happiness.
Teacher, you are the sower of this hope and happiness!
Teacher, you are the cultivator and sower of beauty.
It is you, shining with beautiful sunshine, nourishing beautiful rain and dew, making our hearts green and full of flowers!
You are busy with the blooming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, silently hanging the shade of leaves!
Ah, teacher, your spirit, always remember my heart!
You are more like a nameless root, making small trees thrive.
And fill the branches with rich fruits, but ask for no reward.
You gave us a ruler of life, let us measure it every day;
You gave us a mirror of exemplary behavior, and let us learn everywhere.
You are a bridge, connecting the cut mountains for us and leading us to the peak of harvest;
You are a green vine, tough and slender, which guides us to collect Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng at the top of the cliff.
When Miao Er needs a glass of water, never send a bucket of water.
And when you need a bucket of water, never give a glass of water.
Giving in time and in moderation is a good gardener's skill. My teacher, this is also your art of education.
Not to mention diligence, peaches are ripe, plums are ripe, it is easy to grow flowers, but difficult to educate people.
The fragrance of the valley is extraordinary, poetry is full of people, painting is full of people, and talents gather to laugh.
Teacher, you sow spring, ideals and strength with the noblest feelings of human beings. ...
Sowing with language, cultivating with colored pens, watering with sweat, nourishing with painstaking efforts,
This is the noble work of our beloved teacher.
You work in the present, but you are building the future of the motherland;
You teach in class, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland.
Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then students are the sand in the clam;
You lick it, grind it, soak it, and wash it with love ... Over the years, sand has become a pearl.
There are countless proud and happy memories of your teaching career.
But you keep them in your heart and stare at a garden to be explored.
If I were a poet, I would write poems with enthusiasm and praise the vastness and profundity of the sea.
And dedicated to you-my broad-minded and knowledgeable teacher.
Teachers are kindling, igniting the fire in students' hearts;
Teachers are stone steps, carrying students to climb steadily step by step.
You are like a candle, thin as it is, but a little hot and scattered, illuminating others and exhausting yourself. This selfless dedication is unforgettable.
The language of your lectures is as sweet as a tinkling mountain spring, as cordial as a gurgling stream, and as exciting as a rushing river. ...
Spring silkworm has never said anything to brag about in her life, and the silver silk spit out is a ruler to measure the value of life.
Dear teacher, you have never shown off in front of others, but the blooming peaches and plums are your highest evaluation.
Your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze and as sweet as a clear spring.
Your love is more severe than fatherly love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than friendship.
Your teacher's love is the greatest and cleanest in the world.
The value of fireflies is to shine on others with lights hanging from the back end;
What makes you respectable is that you always provide convenience for others.
Who scattered the rain and dew all over the earth? Who feeds the seedlings hard?
It's you, teacher, you are a great gardener!
Look at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one is not as hard as you, and which one is not as smiling as you!
I'm too religious to look for words,
Because the word "teacher" itself is the highest respect in the world.
I am a green tree, bathed in the sunshine of wisdom,
Thrive in the soil of your knowledge.
The deep feelings of the sky and the earth are engraved in my heart and will never be forgotten.
Teacher, do you remember me? That naughty and ignorant child.
When you receive this card, you will think that I have come to your side again.
Your teaching is the brilliant sunshine shining in my heart, which makes my youth bloom.
Teacher, you inspired me and made me really understand the elegance of nature.
From then on, I understood every green leaf, every colorful cloud and every spray.
Dear teacher, snow is your symbol;
I wish you a happy new year and good luck every year!
Teaching is like a spring breeze, and teachers are as deep as the sea.
We like you, young teacher;
You are as handsome as spruce and as deep as blue sky;
You are very knowledgeable and have a tolerant heart.
Never tire of learning, never tire of teaching, peaches and plums are fragrant and enjoyable.
Bless you and have a happy holiday!
After parting, your voice will always echo in my ears for a long time;
Your figure often appears in my mind; Your teachings, in my heart forever ...
I wish you peace and success on this day that belongs to you!
I am not your best student, but you are my most respected teacher.
In your festival, your students wish you eternal youth!
The teacher scooped up the water from Tianchi Lake and sprinkled it on the ground to cultivate new seedlings.
Dear teacher, your teachings are like the spring breeze, just like Seo Woo, which will always impress me.
Sincerely bless you: Ankang, Ruyi!
You gave me the real meaning of life as bright as gold. After years of polishing and washing, it has become clearer and clearer!
The name engraved on the board may not be immortal, and the name engraved on the stone may not be immortal;
Your name will be engraved in our hearts forever!
Everything in the past will become a kind memory, and everything that has passed away will know its value-I miss the few minutes you took us through.
Today, in a distant place, your students folded the yesterday you gave them into a boat of memory and let it float in the lake of missing. ...
Your inculcation is a clear spring of love, which will flow in the riverbed of my heart forever. ...
The sun shines, and the gardener is full of spring;
Rain moistens peach and plum buds.
Wish you a happy holiday!
In the near future, whether I become a tall poplar or a low grass,
Teacher, I will pay tribute to you with the green of life!
May cheerful songs haunt you all the time;
May happy years be with you forever. Wish you a happy holiday!
Teacher, we sincerely wish,
Like the green on the old tree, it is thick and dense, and it increases with the years!
All thoughts are mixed with endless gratitude and admiration.
May your festival be full of light and peace!
When we picked the harvested fruit, you dyed your sideburns with white hair.
Salute to you, dear teacher!
I want to look into your eyes again, listen to your lecture again, and shake your hand.
Thank you sincerely, sincerely.