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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?

Teacher, the engineer of human soul, who is not praising you!

Teacher, you are a cultivator and a sower of beauty.

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

Our hearts are full of green grass and flowers!

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, grains of sand have become pearls and glistened.

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.

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.

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

If we are a ship, then the teacher is a sail, leading us forward in the ocean of knowledge; If we want to embark on a journey, teachers are like candles in our hands, illuminating the bumpy road in our study. You let us open the window of our hearts, you gave us spiritual support, you sent us on the road of learning and gave us endless encouragement. Teacher, we will always remember you.

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 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 use the noblest feelings of human beings-love, sowing spring, sowing ideals, sowing strength ... sowing with words, cultivating with colored pens, watering with sweat and nourishing with painstaking efforts. This is 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. The language of your lectures is as sweet as a tinkling mountain spring, as cordial as a gurgling stream, and as exciting as a rushing river. ...

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!

It is said that you are a green leaf. I think you are more like a flower. You are as proud as a plum blossom, as quiet as an orchid, as quiet as a chrysanthemum, as expensive as a lotus, and as a flower of a gentleman.

You are the first spring breeze in spring, awakening the earth and sprouting vitality;

You are the first drop of dew in summer, nourishing the earth and full of vitality;

You are the first sunshine in autumn, shining the earth with infinite gold;

You are the first heavy snow in winter, decorating the earth and inspiring bright colors.

Teachers are a hard and poor, monotonous and frustrating, ordinary and sacred profession. It is difficult to create a blockbuster miracle, and it is also difficult to fill a unique gap. It has nothing to do with fame, and it has nothing to do with promotion and wealth. It has nothing to do with the market and the glory of the ancestors. But teachers have no regrets and are crazy about their careers. "I am willing to raise peaches and plums for others, and I am willing to shed blood for the teaching community." Millions of teachers have made unremitting and persistent pursuit of the great cause in the future, determined to do good, and wrote the Spring and Autumn with passion, blood and youth.

The teacher is a tireless gardener, who fights in the nursery of talents all the year round or even all his life. He worked hard, sowed with love, watered with God, exterminated with love, devoted himself wholeheartedly, and devoted himself to cultivating new seedlings with all his life, in order to make all love blossom and bear fruit.

Teachers are pioneers who are not afraid of difficulties. He raised seedlings with faith, cultivated the soil with character, fertilized with integrity, pruned with will, worked hard and diligently, and devoted all his energy to protecting small trees, so that they could grow sturdily and be covered with shade.

Teachers are true, ordinary and energetic guardians of teaching and educating people, indomitable, diligent and loyal messengers of spreading civilization, and pioneers of the times who respect teachers and attach great importance to Taoism, work tirelessly and conscientiously.

On the pure land of education, on the five-foot position and on the three-foot sentry post, the teachers used their erudition and wisdom, their love and blood, and their spirit and strength to hold up the hope of the nation, the future of the motherland and the future of the Republic.

Teachers are bees, giving people diligence, selflessness and dedication.

Teachers are candles, giving people light, dedication and selflessness.

Teachers are grass, giving people self-improvement, perseverance and indifference.

Teachers are big trees, giving people integrity, progress and success.

The teacher is a pine and cypress, giving people evergreen, resolute and arrogant.

Teachers are the sea, giving people breadth, heroism and strength.

Teachers are spring rain, giving people vitality, vigor and life.

Teachers are mountains, which give people nobility, expectation and righteousness.

Teachers are lighthouses, giving people wisdom, overcoming difficulties and making progress.

Teachers are books that give people knowledge, wisdom and virtue.

This is the soul of the people's teacher! This is the magic power displayed by teachers' souls, the kindling of educating people, the portrait of history, the cornerstone of students' enterprising, the premise of success, the hope of economic revitalization and the brain of human civilization development.

Teachers' souls teach students to open the key to wisdom, guide their way, bring them light and open their lives. Teachers' souls cast a solid foundation for education and cultivate a strong reserve army of the country. Defending the expansion of national civilization reflects the sincerity, hardship and love of teaching and educating people.

Time flies, and the twentieth "Teacher's Day" is coming to us with light steps. Looking back suddenly, how many days and nights, you cultivated the forum and worked at your desk. On this festive occasion, I wish hardworking gardeners fruitful and beaming. In the wave of educational reform, we will continue to explore, learn, progress, pursue, innovate and love! Three feet from the podium tomorrow, and then write an innocent life. On behalf of all those who have become or will become disciples, I would like to extend my highest respect to you, glorious people's teachers:

Thank you teacher!

Open the curtains, the warm sunshine shines on the land of spring, and the world is pregnant with the wonderful life in this great sunshine, ah! Teacher, your heart is warm sunshine, and we perform a wonderful life under your care.

As night falls, your appearance in the dark world has made me hope for the distance, you have guided me forward, and you have given me future glory.

Your care is our sweet spring, nourishing our hearts. Your selflessness supports the world we grew up in, and the warmth permeates the world we breathe together, helping us thrive.

You just provide us with nutrition, broaden our horizons and let us travel comfortably in your vast world.

Yes, without teachers, we wouldn't have achieved yesterday. Without teachers, we wouldn't have today's wisdom. Without teachers, we wouldn't have tomorrow's vision.

Yes, it is unforgettable to relive the past with tears and laughter; Focusing on today, we are all seizing every minute and working together; Looking to the future, we all have the answers. Thank you for your guidance.

I am a young eagle that has not yet taken off. It is you who support me to fly to the blue sky and the sun and sing a hymn for all the teachers in the world!

Is that enough?