Super-beautiful ancient prose on Teachers' Day

A selection of classical teachers' day greetings in China.

Mr. Wang is not from Miancheng, but from Maoming in western Guangdong. Huang is a famous scholar and teacher. Jiaxian likes melon and salty pronunciation, so his students call it melon and salty. Others don't understand it and mistake it for a nickname, but it's actually a name of intimacy. He is honest, 1899 left home to study, and studied in a university in the provincial capital, called China Normal University. Professional history, very fond of literature, often entertaining himself with articles; I also like music. I used to have a good time on campus.

And graduated, became a teacher and lived in Niancheng. After class, I swim in Yuanyang Lake by bike. This lake is the most magnificent scenery in this city.

Six-year-old, enrolled in September. Period of years, teach Yu Xiansheng also. Mr. Wang is a strict teacher. He must come to the room when he gets up and supervise his disciples' study. If you are confused, you can ask. He studied tirelessly and taught others tirelessly. He was a teacher and friend, and all his disciples respected him.

Teacher Wang treats everyone equally and never treats others with grades. Whenever the qualifications are dull, don't give up, supervise attentively, solve their doubts and improve their grades. Its faithfulness can make up for it, and it will be impressive in the future. It is said that we should study often and think that there are great benefits to gain a foothold in today's society.

One day, at noon, it was fixed the next night. Congratulations to disciple for not coming back. It used to be Teacher's Day, sir. They then went to the dormitory. Play a song and hum it. The melody is brisk, and you can't help but feel sad when you smell it. This is the last Teacher's Day for teachers and students. Next year, we will go our separate ways, and we can't be ordinary anymore. Who can't feel tears! I watched, especially the girls, with tears in my eyes. This can be seen, sir.

So is the degree of respect.

Three years have passed and I graduated, and the time of sighing is fleeting. I always share the same inkstone, so I give you this feeling. I haven't seen you for years, and neither has your husband. Recently, I often recall the past days, but I haven't forgotten it for a long time. This article is written to bless Mr. Yao and his classmates.