The head teacher's family is ill. What kind of condolences are there?

Addition, subtraction, multiplication and division are not your efforts! Poetry and songs can't stop praising you! You water our ideal flowers with the nectar of knowledge; You moistened the beautiful fruit of our feelings with clear springs. In this unusual festival, offer our deep blessing!

Send you your first spring and New Year card every year. My dear teacher, may spring be with you forever!

Gardener-a lofty title. Look at the flowers blooming on that branch, watered by your hard sweat. Bless you: peaches and plums are all over the world, and spring is blooming!

The sun shines and the gardener's heart is warm; Rain and dew moisten, peaches and plums are tender and red. I wish you a happy Teacher's Day.

You are a gardener, adding beauty to the mountains and rivers of the motherland; You are like a spring rain, nourishing peaches and plums, and the land of China is full of fragrance. On this festive occasion, let me present a heart flower and express my heartfelt wishes to you.

Writing carols all over the sky and compiling poems with flowers everywhere can't express our congratulations on Teacher's Day!

"Peach and plum are all over the world" is the glory of teachers. -On the occasion of the gardener's day, which is sunny and full of autumn fruits, I wish the teacher happiness and youth forever!

I am not your best student, but you are my most respected teacher. In your festival, I want to pay high tribute to you.

Dear teacher, your earnest teachings are like spring breeze, like Seo Woo, and you will never forget my heart. I sincerely wish you happiness!

We grow from seedlings to trees, but we will always be your students. I wish you more than 60 years old and the tree of life will be evergreen.

You teach students in accordance with their aptitude and are good at enlightening your mind. We congratulate you on your victory with excellent results!

Teacher, I wish you a generation of students and talents, and a generation of elites.

Teacher, you are sincere, kind and beautiful. May all the students' hearts be open to you.

May the music of my stream reverberate in your deep valley forever.

When the sea ebbs, colorful shells are left on the beach. When we graduate, we give our teachers sincere wishes.

appreciate

You warm every classmate's heart with fire-like emotion, countless hearts are stirred by you, and even your back is condensed with fiery eyes …

You are not an actor, but you attract our hungry eyes; You are not a singer, but let the clear spring of knowledge tinkle and sing charming songs; You are not a sculptor, but you are shaping the soul of young people ... Teacher, how can I forget you!

The name engraved on the board may not be immortal, and the name engraved on the stone may not be immortal; Teacher, your name is engraved in our hearts, which is truly eternal.

Your thoughts, your words, are full of poetry and philosophy. They are so magical ―― ah, how many wonderful ripples they have aroused in my mind!

You respect sincerity and honesty, which is regarded as the rule of life. You are a model in the eyes of our students.

I worship great men and celebrities, but I am more eager to dedicate my respect and praise to an ordinary person-my teacher, you.

You are strict with us and take your own actions as an example. Once your suggestion, request or even order is put forward, we must do it, but it always makes us believe in it and act consciously. This is the tall image you left in my heart.

In my heart, you are the most severe father and the most kind mother; You are an unsung hero and a famous teacher.

Your voice and smile always flash in front of my eyes; You are a kind of character and personality, which will always be treasured in the depths of my memory.

Ah, teacher-the engineer of human soul, only this glorious name has the connotation as rich as the sea and as deep as the blue!

Teacher, this dazzling name, like a brilliant star, will always hang high on our chest.

Even if my temples are gray, I will still sincerely call you-teacher! In front of this sacred and lofty word, I will always be a student who needs enlightenment!

In the sea of life, teacher, you are like a high beacon light, standing on the vast sea, guiding our forward voyage forever!

Don't hesitate to burn yourself and release all the heat, all the light and all the energy. Teacher, you are like a red candle, loved and admired!

Some people say that teachers are like mountains, because mountains are lofty and revered. I also want to say that teachers are like the sea, because the sea is vast and immeasurable.

In the eyes of students, you are "the real seed, the messenger of goodness and the banner of beauty".

You are a charcoal fire in the severe winter, a stepping stone in the turbulent flow under the shade in the summer, and a beacon light in the foggy sea-teacher, you set an example, educate people well, and be a ladder, which is unforgettable!

The higher you climb, the harder you drill. -The Analects of Confucius Zi Han

New bamboo is taller than old bamboo, and their growth is supported by old branches. New students will be born next year, and 100 thousand dragons and grandchildren will go around Fengchi. -[Qing] Zheng Xie

thank you

On the journey of life, you have enriched my thoughts, developed my intelligence and lit the light of hope for me. Thank you teacher!

Spring rain, which dyed the world green, disappeared silently in the soil. Teacher, you are the spring rain that moistens our hearts, and we will always thank you.

Teacher, you are the ocean, I am the shell, and you gave me colorful colors ... how can I thank you!

Stepping through every corner of my heart, every inch of my heart is full of respect for you.

Just like on a snowy winter night, I came to the hearth from the windy outdoor; Teacher, your care, like the deep red of charcoal, has given me infinite warmth. How can I not thank you?

Thank you very much for your careful teaching, I will keep it in mind!

The ends of the earth are everywhere, and only teachers are infinitely kind. Thank you teacher!

You dyed my youthful color with all your love; You forged my unyielding character with persistent faith ... teacher, there is a you shining in the spark of my life!

Birds encounter wind and rain and hide in their nests; There is wind and rain in my heart, always hiding in your arms-teacher, you are my umbrella and wind wall, how can I not thank you!

Without your generous dedication, I wouldn't be here today. Thank you very much, dear teacher.

You sent me into a colorful world, and you brought me into an infinite world ... Teacher, my heart is calling you and saluting you.

Give me spirit, tenderness and maternal love ... teacher, you only give, never take. How can I not show my sincere respect to you?

Your eyes are silent language, full of expectations for me; It is the burning flame that gives me great heat: it will be imprinted in my heart for a long time. ...

If I can fight the blue sky, you gave me wings to fly; If I am a warrior who breaks the waves, you have given me the power to make waves; If I am an immortal torch, it is you who give me the light of youth!

Teacher, in today's light of wisdom, there is also the spark that you ignited in the past!

In the past, you planted the seeds of knowledge in my heart. Today, I have achieved fruitful results in scientific research-teacher, this is your harvest!

Your inculcation has turned into wisdom in my heart, blood in my chest and code of conduct ... thank you for your careful cultivation.

Because of your loving irrigation and hard work, there will be gorgeous peaches and plums and golden rice and wheat. May my gratitude turn into a bunch of flowers that will never fade and bring fragrance to your life.

I can't forget your gentle words, which washed away the dust and mud in my heart; I can't forget your mighty east wind-like exhortation and summon up the courage to move forward. Teacher, I am grateful to you all my life!

Vacuum, firmness, humility and simplicity-this is the song you taught me to sing, and this is the road you guided me to take in life.

There is a rainbow that doesn't appear after the rain or in the sky. It often appears in my heart, urging me to be an upright person-dedicated to my mentor who has always cared about me!

Teacher, thank you for illuminating the journey of my life with your own light of life.

Sinian Period

Everything in the past will be a beautiful memory ―― Teacher, I miss my middle school days, my alma mater and you. ...

If time can go back, let me go back to my student days ―― dear teacher, how I want to listen to your earnest teachings again …

After parting, your voice often echoes in my ears for a long time; Your figure often appears in front of my eyes; Your teachings, in my heart forever ...

Life is an endless road. I walk, walk, keep walking. When I am tired and slack, your firm face, firm voice and tenacious spirit will float in my memory. Teacher, you have taught me life, how can I forget you!

Whenever I harvest, I can't help but miss the hard-working cultivator-the teacher.

Teacher, although I have been away for a long time, your image seems to be a bright light, which has been flashing in my heart.

Today, I am in a distant place, folding the yesterday you gave me into a boat of memory and floating it in the lake of missing.

The clothes are still the same, and the lights are still the same. Your familiar blackboard writing and familiar voice lead our thoughts to the past student days. Oh, teacher ...

Miss you, dear teacher! I cherish the gaze of your bright eyes in my heart. They are like clear water with two eyes, flowing in my heart forever. ...

Those who drink its stream will cherish its source, and when they learn, they will miss my teacher.

Zansong

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!

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? Ah, teacher, 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 a cultivator and a 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, let the young trees grow sturdily, let the branches bear rich fruits, but ask for nothing in return.

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 due time is a skill of a good gardener. My 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.

Teacher, you sow spring, ideals and strength with the noblest feelings of human beings. ...

Sowing with language, cultivating with colored pens, watering with sweat and nourishing with painstaking efforts are 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, the sand turns into pearls and shines.

There are countless proud and happy memories in your teaching career, but you keep them in your heart, just staring 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 with a little heat and light, it illuminates others and exhausts yourself. This selfless dedication is unforgettable.

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.

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 father's 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; Your respect lies in always providing 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!

The teacher is Stalin, the engineer of the human soul.

Silkworms in spring have to spin until they die, and every night candles will drain the wick of Li Shangyin.

The most glorious occupation under the sun

Engineers of the human soul;

Teachers are like candles, burning themselves and illuminating others.

Three-foot platform, three-inch tongue, three-inch pen, three thousand peaches and plums

Ten years of trees, ten years of wind, ten years of rain and a hundred thousand columns.

Be a model and a teacher.