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Anonymous users2024-02-11Praise to the teacher Psalm III:
Teacher, it's hard work.
Who is it that brings the ignorant into the spacious classrooms and teaches us a wealth of knowledge?
It's you! Teacher!
With your hard sweat, you have nurtured the young seedlings that have just broken through the soil in spring.
Who is it - put the naughty us.
Educate people who are considerate and helpful to others?
It's you! Teacher!
Your care is like a warm spring breeze.
It warms our hearts.
Who is it - put the young us.
Cultivating into a mature and sensible teenager?
It's you! Teacher!
Your protection keeps us healthy.
It bears fruit in the golden autumn season.
You've done a great job! Teacher!
People who work hard in the sweltering heat and cold.
You've done a great job! Teacher!
People who dedicate their youth to nothing.
We salute you very much!
You've done a great job, teacher!
I can only help the teacher here.
Teacher, you are like the drizzle in spring, moistening the flowers and irrigating the earth, and we are sucking the drizzle and growing.
Teacher, you are like a breeze in autumn, blowing the yellow earth, calling for gold, and we have obtained the fruits of a bumper harvest.
Teacher, you have lit the brightest light for me on the dark path of my life;
Teacher - on my misty road of life, you are my guide;
Teacher - In my stumbling life, it was you who showed me the way forward;
Teacher, you have given me a pair of powerful wings to swim in the world of knowledge.
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Anonymous users2024-02-10To the teacher" You are the bonsai of spring, embedded in the windowsill of the soul.
The soft sound of the cuckoo is sown, and the fishing flood in the water is transmitted.
You are the shining star, cutting off the black wings.
Burn the night sky of the soul and smear the rainbow of life.
You are the gentle sea breeze that lifts the sails of life.
Weave a beautiful spring dream and lead the journey of the voyage.
You are a kind mother, watering thirsty lips.
The Most Beautiful Teacher".
I wanted to harvest a breath of fresh air, but you gave me the whole spring.
I wanted to pick up a cluster of waves, but you gave me the whole ocean.
I wanted to pick up a green leaf, but you gave me the whole forest. Be careful.
I wanted to kiss a snowflake, but you gave me the whole silver world.
You bloom at the highest point, and you give the most beautiful moment to the students, a kind of loss that makes you get the eternity of the noisy pie because of that unforgettable beauty.
The gorgeous and boundless dawn and a back that is gradually moving away have been fixed as an eternal frame of old ** in my heart!
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