Talk about praising a person.

The wind and rain outside torment me, and the warm sunshine inside warms me, because I have you inside, and I will always love your mother!

Your love is as warm as sunshine, as warm as spring breeze and as sweet as clear water. 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.

3, 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 ...

From my birth to my happy arrival in this world, grandma is the one who loves me the most. That kind of love is the endless water of the sea, the endless heat of the sun, and the meticulous care in my life. Because of this, I also love my grandmother very much.

5. In my heart, you are the sternest father and the kindest mother; You are an unsung hero and a famous teacher.

6. 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.

7. 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!

8. 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. ...

9. Time slipped through my fingers, and fifteen years passed quickly, leaving only your concern and love for me. It is like a red thread, which binds you and me tightly and never separates us. Mom wishes you happiness, I love you!

10, my husband, is the "big man" who takes off his coat when it rains and uses his arms to shelter you from the wind and rain.

1 1. Always praise your husband. Even if I sometimes go too far and even feel sick, this kind of action can't be changed. For me, this is a kind of enjoyment, because I like to see the smug expression on his face and the way he is happy.

12. Looking at my mother with white hair and wrinkled face, please accept my deepest blessing to you in this festival that belongs to you: Happy holidays and always be young.

13, you are not an actor, but you attracted 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!

14, my parents, when I am tired, I will think of you, my parents, when I have a lover,

15, burning yourself without stint, releasing all the heat, all the light and all the energy. Teacher, you are like a red candle, loved and admired!

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

17, after a long time, your voice often rings in my ear; Your figure, often