Teacher, this is your art of education. Regardless of the cold inkstone in Qin Xin, peaches are ripe and dripping, but plums are ripe and incompetent. It is easy to grow flowers, but difficult to educate people. The valley is very fragrant, poems are full of people, paintings are full of people, and talented people smile.
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 the highest evaluation for you. Deep in the ocean, a teacher can't describe my respect for you in gorgeous language, nor can I thank you with beautiful music. In the towering mountains, you can't compare with the greatness of your selfless dedication.
Wish: Happy holidays and happiness. You selflessly planted peaches and plums, ignited the fire of wisdom with hardships, watered our growth with sweat, nourished our hearts with knowledge, and demonstrated your great personality with ordinary career. I wish you a happy holiday and a happy Teacher's Day!