Teacher, we all say that you cultivate the pillars of the motherland; But I want to say that you are the pillar of our motherland. You are the backbone of our generation! You like a red candle, for the younger generation gave all the heat and light! Your character and spirit, can use two words is - burning! Keep burning! Your lecture is so colorful that every chapter seems to open a window in front of me and let me see a beautiful new world
Ah, with you, the garden is so beautiful and the earth is full of spring! Teacher, quickly open the window to see, this garden of spring, this garden of peach and plum, are saluting you! How can so many beautiful soul flowers bloom without the moistening of your thoughts? Ah, teacher, engineer of human soul, who is not praising you!
Your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze, and as sweet as the spring; Your love is more severe than father's love, more delicate than mother's love, and more pure than friendship; My love is the greatest and most noble in the world.
The value of fireflies lies in using the lamp hanging at the back to shine on others; Your respectability lies in always providing convenience to others.
Who spread the rain all over the earth? Who nurtures the seedlings? It's you, teacher, you are a great gardener! Look at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one does not have your hard work, which one does not have your smile!
When we walk from ignorance and stagger up the ladder of knowledge, there is always someone beside us pulling our hand. We know, that's you, dear teacher.
Teacher is April's spring rain, you dye the whole world green, but moisten things silently; The teacher is a tall and straight tree, the rise of small trees around you, but you are engraved with an old ring; Teacher is a strong wind, you use your own strength to help us shake up. Whether it's in the middle of winter or in summer, you always stand, with a full attitude, arouse the enthusiasm of our hearts, light the lamp of our wisdom, no matter which piece of chalk is engraved on your forehead wrinkles, dye your temples white.
The teacher is a bright moon, absorbing the golden sun, leading us through the long night in the dark. Into the moonlight tonight, the cool moonlight gently brushed, just like a teacher waving his wisdom arm.
The teacher is a wisp of breeze, unrestrained, brushing past, fresh and moist. Feel the wind carefully, like warning and admonishment, indifferent thoughts, indifferent mentality, wind without trace, but let people harvest countless happiness.
The teacher is a candle light, also illuminate you, illuminate me. At the moment, I seem to see a warm candle light floating from my eyes: they silently burn all of their own, the light and heat selflessly to us.
Little candlelight reflects my heart. I am moved by such candlelight. I wish our teacher well!
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