Thanksgiving teacher's classic poem (58)

First, the void is nowhere, as if it were a glazed poem. Who is there? Zen has written poems.

Second, our hearts are full of green grass and flowers!

Third, the words are not pleasant to hear. The taste of eyes is not yours. Subtract people from me, there was no life and death before. He Jiong is based on three photos and Boiling Water is based on nine articles. Wuping is clean, and the moon is auspicious.

Fourth, ah, with you, the garden is so gorgeous and the earth is full of spring!

Five people, three people, there must be my teacher.

Sixth, the spring scenery is full of green mountains and rivers, and peaches and plums are laughing in spring. Spring is always in the east, west, north and south, and only teachers pay attention.

Seven, three feet platform, three inches tongue, three inches pen, three thousand peaches and plums.

Eight, but I want to say that you are the pillar of the motherland.

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

A teacher is like a long bridge leading to the knowledge coast.

XI。 This selfless dedication is unforgettable.

Twelve, teachers are like candles, burning themselves and illuminating others.

Thirteen, there are a few affectionate inches of grass, which has won three spring rays.

It's you, shining with beautiful sunshine and nourishing beautiful rain and dew.

Fifteen, the white bastard in the East Palace, the Zen master of the South Temple echoed here from a distance, and there was nothing in his heart.

Today, I knelt down to receive the teacher's poem, and I am glad to know the secret. Exploring the fate and forgetting the illusion, except for the six desires is really good. When a man marries a woman and takes a break from her heart, she forgets the custom. From my teacher to the rhyme, I am determined to go to heaven in the future.

Seventeen, lazy to watch the classics burn incense. Wu Teng Teng seems to be drunk. The sun and the moon know life and fall, and distinguish between right and wrong. The guests came to sit in their hearts and asked casually, and the rice was tired of their mouths. It is not because of this that the body stands upright and the poor disease is cured.

Eighteen, spring scenery is full of mountains and rivers, and peaches and plums are laughing in spring. East, west, north, south and spring are always there, only when the teacher pays attention.

Nineteen, why not write poetry tirelessly. This knowledge is only self-knowledge. A book opens a real feeling, which is as kind as Tammy. Just in time to shine and enjoy the scenery. Close the door tightly. Call Yao.

Twenty, teachers and friends are loyal to each other, and only Li Neng returns the favor. It is difficult to tie a long rope on Youth Day, and I forget the source.

Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then students are the sand in the clam.

Twenty-two, the jade pot keeps bing Xin, and the brush writes the soul of the teacher. Enthusiasm is like a father's language, and talk like a friend. A few lines of light words will accompany you for a lifetime. I hope that the latecomers can successfully report to the master.

Twenty-three, don't become a monk, don't talk, don't be gentle, nine people were not shy before, it's hard to understand that I, a prisoner, changed my body soon. I'm not worried about getting carried away and laughing at not being taught by Feng.

Twenty-four, a day as a teacher, a lifetime as a father.

Twenty-five, the fairy is too illusory. The secular can look at it irrationally. Fortunately, the family is open-minded, so when it comes to fasting, don't refuse. It is often at home all day long to bear the burden of sin, and it is only temporary to be a blessing to heal the soul. If you don't care if you come, how can I repay your kindness for a lifetime?

26. Teacher, you are the cultivator and sower of beauty.

Your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze, and as sweet as the clear spring.

Twenty-eight Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.

Twenty-nine, East Palace white bastard, Nansi Zen master. Seeing each other in the distance, there is nothing in my heart.

Thirty, you have supported the backbone of our generation!

At the age of thirty-one, you are like a red candle, giving all the heat and light to the younger generation!

Thirty-two, it's you, shining with beautiful sunshine and nourishing beautiful rain and dew.

Thirty-three, the friendship between teachers and friends is gone, and the topic is temporarily sent to the Dragon Boat Festival. It's hard to say whether you will win or lose as a soldier, so don't forget when Lingshan was born.

Thirty-four, a landscape is getting new every day. Cooper and Sensen are like spring all the year round. The blessed land is lofty and sparse, and the name of the altar is complex. Everyone is happy to be born in China, and every family is sincere. I only hope that all the public will realize that there is no leakage of red in the same boarding.

35. Be upright and do things aboveboard. Bringing together heroes from all sides, we will make a name for ourselves and make the world mine.

Thirty-six, no monk, no way, no gentleness. Jiubo was not shy before. Consciousness is temporarily beyond the scope of Buddhism. Knowing that I was robbed is my prison. It is hard to understand that people have been transformed, and I am not worried about walking around. Get carried away and learn to laugh at those without Feng.

Thirty-seven, falling red is not heartless, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers.

38. New bamboo is taller than old bamboo branches, and it is all supported by old cadres. New students will be born next year, and 100 thousand dragons and grandchildren will go around Fengchi.

The teacher is like a big tree, sheltering us from the wind and rain.

Forty, the teacher is kind-hearted and grateful and strides forward. It's hard for you to fall in love with fairyland. You can forget yourself and be the only one.

Forty-one, the good person takes it as the driving force, followed by guidance, followed by teaching, and again neat, and the lowest person competes with it.

Forty-two, your love is more severe than fatherly love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than friendship.

The secret mystery in this teacher's poem is that I am glad to learn that I have broken my destiny and forgotten my illusion. I want to get rid of my six desires and marry a man and a woman. When I want to forget the custom, I will go to my teacher and decide to go to heaven in the future.

Forty-four, desire is the pillar, heaven, earth and sea. I've been running here and there for half my life, and now I'm sailing, and Yao Lu Mountain is high and long.

Forty-five, your character and spirit can be summarized in two words-burning! Keep burning!

Forty-six, the most glorious career in the sun, the engineer of the human soul.

Forty-seven, the school was built in the past, and the method of education, teachers and students asked the right questions, resented development, repeatedly twists and turns, seduced.

A good teacher is better than thousands of books.

Forty-nine, the higher the sun, the stronger the drillability.

50. Keep a close eye on the Wan Li world and have an infinite future. The world was shocked by this prodigy who returned to Yaotai.

51. Fairy among immortals, fairy among immortals. Know the whole circle of Tammy's moon. If you can laugh, the man will fight if he refuses. Flip your feet and turn violently to the sky. If you are bound by fame and fortune, you will lose a good career.

Your teacher's love is the greatest and cleanest in the world!

53. You are like a candle. Although thin, but a little hot, a little light, illuminate others, but also exhausted themselves.

54. Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how could so many beautiful flowers of the soul bloom?

Fifty-five, lazy to read Confucian classics, lazy to burn incense, but full of enthusiasm, but know the ups and downs of life, it is better to distinguish right from wrong and sit and ask questions. It's not because the food is tired to the lips that the body will stand upright and the poor will get better.

Fifty-six, sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.

Fifty-seven, teacher, engineer of human soul, who is not praising you!

Fifty-eight, I advise you to listen to me.

Thanksgiving teacher's poem

The following are ten poems about thanking teachers. How many do you know? Let's read it together!

Send the monk back to Jinshan Temple.

Xu hun

When you return to Jiang Shang Temple, you will never forget your kindness.

In tin, every mountain view, stop at the cup to see the wave marks.

Tao Qiu swallowed Chu Yi and Xiao Yue went to Jingmen.

In order to visit the poetry department, the word "raspberry moss" was left.

Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night

Du Fu

Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.

Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.

The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.

Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.

Distant division

Bai Juyi

East palace white bastard, South Temple Zen master.

Seeing each other in the distance, there is nothing in my heart.

Sea miscellaneous poems

gong zizhen

The vast sadness of parting extends to the setting sun, away from Beijing, riding a whip to the east, feeling that people are on earth.

I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation.

The four-line teacher is unforgettable.

Love at first sight is too hasty, and the school flowers are a few degrees red.

My kindness is always in my dream, and my deep gratitude is always in my heart.

Sea miscellaneous poems

gong zizhen

Only the great explosive power of lightning can make the land of China exude vitality, but the social and political situation is not angry, but a kind of sadness.

I advise God to cheer up and not stick to certain norms to belittle more people.

Reward teachers

Shangliu

Nothing, as if like glass.

No matter who reaches the realm of poetry, Zen has gone beyond poetry.

Seek harmony, respect teachers and live in seclusion.

Lipper

The mountain peak is steep, and Capricorn's day is free from the memory of that year.

Dial the clouds to find the ancient road, lean against the trees and listen to the flowing water.

Warm flowers lie on green cows, white cranes sleep on high pine branches.

Talk to the teacher, the river has been shrouded in dusk, I want to walk alone in the cold mountain clouds.

silkworm

It takes half a generation to teach children and daughters.

White hair, sweet milk for life.

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Li shangyin

It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming.

Silkworms will be drained when the time comes, and candles will cry the wick away every night.

In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.

Not far from her charming mountain, oh, bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .

Beautiful poems about the moon (58 poems)

I know that your heart is like the sun and the moon, and my husband vows to live and die together. -Zhang Ji's "Yin Jiefu Send Dongping Lishi Island"

Second, the mountains are far away, the wavelength of the moon, and the shadow of autumn clouds is immersed in Xiaoxiang. -Cai Songnian's "Partridge Day, Appreciating the Lotus"

Third, the road tastes strange, pedestrians have seen it for a long time, and the curtains are long. -Xin Qiji's Niannujiao Liu Shudong Village Wall

Fourth, a pillow full of new worries, flowers filled the building that night. -Xiang Hongzuo's "Minus Magnolia, Smell the Song of the Partition Wall in Spring Night"

5. Before and after the frost, it is red and pale, and it is bright and wants to rejuvenate. -Yan Shu's "Youth Tour after Chongyang"

No one knows except the horizon and the moon. -Wei Zhuang's "The Female Crown, April"

Seven, good water and good mountains are not enough, and the horseshoe urges the moon to return. -Yue Fei's Chizhou Cuiwei Pavilion

Eight, drunk on the moon, the sage of dreams, the temptation of flowers, the monarch is deaf. -Li Bai's A Word to Meng Haoran

Nine, shallow painting eyebrows in the mirror, deep worship building west moon. -Liu Kezhuang's "Chen Jingzuo, the Original Xi Play of Raw Tea Son"

10. How worried can I be? Like a river flowing eastward. -Li Yu "When is the Spring Flower and Autumn Moon?

Eleven, stand without words, the waning moon is born in the west. -Peng, "Life Chess Player Travel Night"

Twelve, Yin fire burning the furnace of heaven and earth, why to the west corner? The moon-swallowing cave invaded Taibai, and even Akasaka spread sweat. -Cen Can's "Rehai Travel to Send Cui Shi to Beijing"

Thirteen, South Korea suspected that the star was behind, and the building hung like a moon. -Lu, "Fifteen Nights Watching Lights"

Fourteen, a hook in the makeup mirror at the beginning of the month, cicadas are sloppy. -Jing Li's "Ying Tianchang, a hook, makeup mirror early month"

Fifteen, the needle piercer is in He Huanlou, and the first month is exposed and the jade plate is diarrhea. -Yan Rui's "Wu Bi Chu Chu"

Sixteen, raise a glass to call the bright moon, ask where the well is, and Hu Aishan fainted. -Zhang Shaowen's "Juanjiang Yuehuai City Feeling Xing"

Seventeen, the east wind is full of worship, and the fragrant fog turns to the corridor. -Su Shi's "Begonia Dongfeng Pan Shiguang"

Eighteen, people are quiet, and the moon is bright outside the curtain. -Yue Fei's Xiao Chongshan, I couldn't stop singing last night.

Nineteen, there are sad women in the world, and there are more sad than sad. -Cao Zhi's "Tall Buildings and Bright Moon"

Twenty, after dark, Qiu Lai will be careful. -Yung's Xia Sai Qu, which

Twenty-one, a picture of the corner gate, the wind pavilion crescent dusk, the waterfront in front of the snow-capped mountains. -Bai Pu's "Clear Sand and Winter"

22. Ten thousand windows twinkle in the sky, and nine Yuntai twinkle in the moonlight. -Du Fu's Night Tour of the Palace Left Yard

Twenty-three, the dream is in the distance, and the autumn in the south is clear: thousands of miles away from the cool color, the boat is deep in the reeds, and the flute is in the moon building. -Li Yu's "Looking at Jiangnan, Dreaming Far Away"

Twenty-four, * * * love, not now, or every other year. -Li's "Duck Head Singing the Moon"

Twenty-five, the moon is also different from time to time, and sadness shines on the temples. -Nalan Xingde's "Bodhisattva Man Urging Flowers and Raging Drum"

Twenty-six, the cloud breaks the tip of the forest and increases the distance, and the moon angle is layered. -Xin Qiji's "Manjianghong Fanxian Snow"

Twenty-seven, on the night of August 15th last year, beside the apricot garden in Qujiangchi. -Bai Juyi's "Looking at the Moon in the Pavilion on the 15th of August"

Twenty-eight The mist rose and circled softly, and the low moon slanted through the Woods. -Don't dive into Spring Boat on Lake Ruoya.

Twenty-nine, two ears cut off flowers, get married sooner or later. -Niu Xiji's "The New Moon is as Beautiful as an Eyebrow"

Thirty, the slanting bun jiao e lies late at night, and the pear flower lives in silence. -Tang Yin's "Beauty to the Moon"

Thirty-one, only this Xijiang month has taken pictures of the people of Wugong. -Li Bai's "Tai Su's Visit to Ancient Times"

Thirty-two, the white rabbit smashed the medicine and asked who to take it with. The white rabbit is not an old panacea. Can you tell me who eats it? -Li Bai's Gulangyu

Thirty-three, where is the eyebrow? -Na Lanxingde's "Wu Tongchu's Tears in the Rain of Huanxi Sand"

Thirty-four, sentimental at the beginning of the month, sending pear blossoms. -Nalan Xingde's "Yunsongling Yong Bath"

Thirty-five, also a sheep cart, the moon is bright and the flowers are dusk. -Huang Sheng's "Qingpingle Gong Yuan"

Thirty-six dreams, thinking about Yi Yi, the sky is far away and the geese are rare. -Li Yu's "Xi Qian Ying Xiao Yue Xia"

Thirty-seven, this life is not a good night, where to see the bright moon next year. -Su Shi's "Yangguanqu"

Thirty-eight, sail quarrying, hanging seats to meet the bright moon in the sea. -Xie Lingyun's "Swimming Redstone into the Sailing Sea"

Thirty-nine, the cool moon shines on the window and the pillow is tired, and the clear spring surrounds the stone. -Fang Gan's "You Xizhou Juhao Pavilion"

Forty, after people are scattered, a hook is as light as water. -Xie Yi's Millennium, Singing Summer Scenes

Forty-one, the streets are as pure as practice, which makes people miss Xie Xuanhui for a long time. -Li Bai's "Singing the Moon on the West Tower of Jinling City"

Forty-two, Li Bai's previous month, only Li Bai's poems can say. -Tang Yin's "Drinking to the Moon"

Forty-three, the moon cage cloud dark heavy door lock. -Su Shi's "Liang Zhu Yu Shu Jing Sprinkle Fire"

Forty-four, I only hope that when the song is against the wine, the moonlight shines on the golden urn. -Li Bai's "Ask asking for the moon for Wine, Old Friend Jia Chunling"

Forty-five, you can follow Hanyin Mountain and chase Hu Feng through Tieguan. -Cen Can's "Tianshan Snow Song Send Xiao Zhi into Beijing"

Forty-six, the sunset dew, the new moon learning fan, the rainbow word comes like a line. -Zhou Deqing's "Sai Qiu Hong Xun Yang Jing"

47. Behind her closed casement, why is she still waiting, looking at the glory of the autumn moon through the crystal glass? . -Li Bai's Jade Family

Forty-eight, hand in hand to see the deep diameter of flowers, shoulder to shoulder and so on. -He Zhu's "Xijiang Moon Watching the Deep Path of Flowers"

At forty-nine, the moon set behind an abandoned fortress, leaving a cluster on an ancient gate. -Si Kongshu's "To a Friend" was bound to go north after the rebellion

Fifty, knowing far away never sleeps, homesickness is a fishing song. -Du Xunhe's "Send someone to visit Wu"

Fifty-one, under the steps of moss mangroves, the rain is thin and the moon is sad. -Li Shangyin's Final Residence

Fifty-two, ups and downs are different, when will they meet? -Cao Zhi's "Tall Buildings and Bright Moon"

Fifty-three, the wind is awe-inspiring, the mountains and rivers turn, and today's ancient photos are bleak. -Cat's "A Conghua Xitang Playing with the Moon"

Fifty-four, I died for my country, I would rather die than surrender! Hu Jia hated it for a long time and arrived in the city in a month. -Xia Wanchun's What's the matter? How does Chu feel? "

Fifty-five, the wind is clear and the moon is white, and it is suitable for night. It is a beautiful field. -Ouyang Xiu's "Picking Mulberry Seeds, Tian Rong Water Town West Lake is Good"

Fifty-six, looking at the clouds, nowhere to find, dreaming back to Nanpu. -Sima Xu's "Hamamelis, I live by the Qiantang River"

Fifty-seven, Ma Xin crossed the white saddle, and the moonlight on the battlefield was cold. -Wang Changling's "Two Embankments"

Fifty-eight, Wutong last night, the west wind was sharp, the moon was hazy and bright, and the dreams were frequent. Where are the tall buildings screaming? -Yan Shu's "Picking Mulberry Seeds, Time Only Helps the Old"

Thank the teacher's classic sentence (70)

First, in my mind, you are the most severe father and the kindest mother; You are an unsung hero and a famous teacher.

Second, the new bamboo is taller than the old bamboo branches, and it is all supported by the old cadres. New students will be born next year, and 100 thousand dragons and grandchildren will go around Fengchi.

Third, sow with language, cultivate with colored pens, irrigate with sweat, and concentrate on nourishing blood. This is the noble work of our beloved teacher.

Fourth, teachers should respect the style of study and be good at themselves.

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.

6. Silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and candles will drain the wick every night.

Seven, master! Forever master! The teacher's kindness is so heavy that students dare not forget it. I wish you good health, all the best, and a garden full of peaches and plums during the holidays!

Eight, as a model of the world, be a teacher.

Your love is as hot as the sun, as warm as the east wind, and as sweet as spring. Your love is more serious than fatherly love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than friendship. Your teacher's love is the greatest and cleanest in the world.

Ten, the years slip away quietly, things change, and the teacher's example is often around us.

No matter how proud a person has achieved, he should drink water and think of his source. Remember that his teacher sowed the first seed for his growth.

Twelve, the most glorious career under the sun.

Thirteen, spring silkworm has never said anything to brag 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.

Fourteen, the value of fireflies is to shine on others with lights hanging at the back end; Your respect lies in always providing convenience for others.

15. I have traveled to every corner of my heart, penetrated every inch of my heart, and I am full of respect for you.

Sixteen, you are like a red candle, giving all the heat and light for your child! Your character and spirit can be summed up in two words-burning! Keep burning!

17. Teachers are engineers of human souls.

A day's teacher is a lifelong father.

Nineteen, the higher the sun, the stronger the drill.

Twenty, a threesome must have my teacher, choose the good one and follow it, and change the bad one.

Twenty-one, ancient scholars must be strict with their teachers, and teachers must be strict and respectful.

Twenty-two, your position will never change, but your footprints are everywhere; Your temples will turn gray one day, but your youth will last forever.

Twenty-three, the teacher is a superior position in the sun.

24. Teachers are like candles, burning themselves and illuminating others.

Twenty-five, the country will be rich and strong, and the teacher will be heavy.

Twenty-six, 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!

Twenty-seven, hardworking gardener, for the growth of the next generation, disgusting blood.

Twenty-eight, you are a fire, igniting the fire in the hearts of students; You are a stone step, carrying me to climb steadily step by step; You are a candle, burning yourself and illuminating others. Everything goes well with you! Very smooth! Great exhibition!

Dear teacher: Thank you for everything you have done for me with your hard work and sweat. Your perfect figure will never be erased in the hearts of students. Hello, dear teacher, although I don't come to visit you often, every time I think of you, I feel a little warm in my heart. Have a happy day!

On our way from naivety to maturity and from ignorance to civilization, you have opened the way for us with the torch of life.

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

Thirty-two, the crane silver hair reflects the sun and the moon, and the blood is full of new flowers.

The gift of a speech is also a teacher.

Thirty-four, how can a seed germinate, why does a small seedling stand tall and straight, just because it consumes you, the teacher, as a price! Always care in your heart and grow into a pillar to repay you.

35. Teacher, the light of wisdom that emanates from us will always shine with the spark that you personally lit.

Thirty-six, scholars must seek teachers, and teachers must learn from them.

Thirty-seven, respect for teachers, good style of study.

Thirty-eight, the teacher is a red candle, lighting himself to illuminate others; The teacher is a spring silkworm, spitting out her last silk thread.

39. Respecting teachers and attaching importance to teaching is equal.

Forty, the foundation of goodness lies in teaching, and the foundation of teaching lies in the teacher.

4 1. Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how could so many beautiful flowers of the soul bloom? Ah, teacher, engineer of human soul, who is not praising you!

42. Spreading knowledge means sowing hope and happiness. Teacher, you are the sower of this hope and happiness!

43. The foundation of goodness lies in the teacher.

Forty-four, 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.

Forty-five, illness is to respect the teacher.

46. Teachers' personal role models are the most useful sunshine in teenagers' minds, and nothing can replace them.

47. A passage was given by my teacher.

A good teacher is better than thousands of books.

Forty-nine, teacher, this dazzling name, like a brilliant star, hangs high on our chest forever.

50. You are like a candle torch. Although it is thin, a little heat and light illuminate others and exhaust yourself. This selfless dedication is unforgettable.

5 1. Learning is more important than respecting teachers.

Fifty-two, I only say one thing to you: Teacher, you have worked hard! I would like to make a soft scarf to wipe away sweat and dust for you; I would like to make a bunch of cordate telosma and watch the stars with you.

Fifty-three, three feet platform, three inches tongue, three inches pen, three thousand peaches and plums. Ten years of trees, ten years of wind, ten years of rain and a hundred thousand columns.

Fifty-four, I can't forget your words, like a gentle breeze and drizzle, which cleaned up the dust and sludge 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!

Fifty-five, you are more like a nameless root, allowing young trees to thrive and branches to bear rich fruits without asking for anything in return.

56. To light the way for others, you must shine-this is the greatest happiness of people.

Fifty-seven, learning is expensive to get a teacher, but also expensive to get friends.

Fifty-eight, gardener, lofty title, I wish you peaches and plums all over the world, spring scenery everywhere.

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

There are countless proud and happy memories of your teaching career, but you keep them in your heart and stare at a garden to be developed.

Sixty-one, you work in the present, but you are building the tomorrow of the motherland; You teach in class, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland.

Sixty-two, the teacher or the father.

63. Teachers are not only disseminators of knowledge, but also role models.

Sixty-four, your work is today, but it is building the motherland's tomorrow; Your teaching is in the classroom, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland.

Teacher, people say that you are the pillar of the motherland, not that you are the pillar of the motherland, but that you support the backbone of our generation.

Life is like a song, peaches and plums are fragrant. Life is like a song, you planted those notes and educated us with hard sweat!

It is better to learn than to be a teacher.

Sixty-eight, the teacher is the fire, igniting the fire in the students' hearts; Teachers are stone steps, carrying students to climb steadily step by step.

Sixty-nine, you are busy for the blooming of flowers and the maturity of fruits, silently hanging the shadows of leaves! Ah, teacher, your spirit, always remember my heart!

Seventy, the teacher therefore preached and taught.