The teacher, everyone says you are training the pillars of the motherland; I have to say, you are the pillars of the motherland. It is you, prop up the backbone of our generation!
You are like a candle, for the younger generation gave all the heat and light! Your character and spirit can use two words is burning! Don't stop burning! You speak of the class is so rich and varied, each chapter seemed before I opened the window, let me see a beautiful new world...
Ah, there, the garden was so beautiful, the earth was full of spring! Teacher, open the window and see, this spring, the peach garden, in a salute to you! If there is no moisture of your state of mind, how will blossom so many beautiful soul flower? Ah, the teacher, the Engineer of the human soul, who do not praise you! The dissemination of knowledge, is sowing hope, sowing happiness. Teacher, you are the hope and happiness!
Teacher, you are the work of the United States, the United States of the seed. Is your beautiful sunshine shines, moisten with the United States and the rain, our hearts to a carpet of green grass, carpet! You flowers in full bloom, fruit maturity busy, quietly hanging leaf shade! Ah, the teacher, your spirit, never mind my heart! You like the obscurity of roots, trees grow, and the branches hung full of rich fruit, but does not require any reward. You gave us a life of the ruler, so that we have to measure each day; you have given us a model of the behavior of the mirror, so that we can learn from everywhere. You are the bridge, for our connection was severed at the mountains, let us to harvest peaks; you are ivy, tough and slender, guide us to gather to the top of the cliff of Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng. When the plants need a glass of water, not a bucket of water; when you need a bucket of water, and never give a glass of water. Timely, appropriate to give, this is a good gardener skills. My teacher, this is your education art. Excluding one hard winter cold, ripe peach flow Dan, Li mature technology residues, the tree flowers were easy to difficult. Glen Shannon did not fly, the world is full of poetry, painting Poppins, world of Warcraft gold.
Teacher, you use the most noble feelings of humanity - love, planting in the spring, sowing the ideal, power...... Sowing language, with brush work, watered with sweat, blood, moist, this is our beloved teacher lofty labor. You work in the present, but the construction of the motherland tomorrow; your teaching in the classroom, but in all directions of the motherland.
The teacher, if you compared to mussels, then the student is the mussels in the sand; you love to lick it, wear it, soak it, wash it...... Month after month and year after year, sand became pearls, sparkling. Your teacher career, there are countless proud and happy memories, but you put them in the bottom of my heart, and just look at the corner of the garden. If I were a poet, I will be filled with enthusiasm to write down the poem, praise the vast and far-reaching sea. And put it to you - my mind, profound knowledge of the teacher. The teacher is fire, lit the fire of the soul of students; the teacher is stone, bearing the students to climb step by step. You are like a candle, although thin, but have a fever, a light, lights others, exhausted. This selfless dedication, it will always bear in mind.
The language of your lecture, sweet like buzz spring, kind of like a babbling brook, agitation such as liquid flows...... Till life did not say himself, then spit out the silver value of life is measured. Dear teacher, you never had to show off in front of others, but the peach blossom, is your highest rating. Your love, the sun warm, as the genial spring breeze, as the sweet spring. Your love, than love more severe, more delicate than motherly love, more than pure friendship. You - the teacher's love, the world's greatest, most Gao Jie. The value of the firefly is to use the lamp, which is hung in the back of the tail, for others, and for your honorable, is always to provide convenience to others. Who is the rain Sabian earth? Who is the Seedling Nurturing hard? Are you. Teacher, you are a great gardener! Look at this land full of flowers, which flower without your effort, which flower without your Xiaoying!
老師，大家都說您培養(yǎng)著祖國的棟梁;我卻要說，您就是祖國的棟梁。正是您，支撐起我們一代人的脊梁!
您像一支紅燭，為后輩獻出了所有的熱和光!您的品格和精神，可以用兩個字就是--燃燒!不停的燃燒!您講的課，是那樣豐富多采，每一個章節(jié)都仿佛在我面前打開了一扇窗戶，讓我看到了一個斑斕的新世界……
啊，有了?，花園才這般艷麗，大地才充滿春意!老師，快推開窗子看吧，這滿園春色，這滿園桃李，都在向您敬禮!如果沒有您思想的滋潤，怎么會綻開那么多美好的靈魂之花?啊，老師，人類靈魂的工程師，有誰不在將您贊揚!傳播知識，就是播種希望，播種幸福。老師，您就是這希望與幸福的播種人!
老師，您是美的耕耘者，美的播種者。是您用美的陽光普照，用美的雨露滋潤，我們的心田才綠草如茵，繁花似錦!您為花的盛開，果的成熟忙碌著，默默地垂著葉的綠蔭!啊，老師，您的精神，永記我心!您多像那默默無聞的樹根，使小樹茁壯成長，又使樹枝上掛滿豐碩的果實，卻并不要求任何報酬。您給了我們一桿生活的尺，讓我們自己天天去丈量;您給了我們一面模范行為的鏡子，讓我們處處有學習的榜樣。您是大橋，為我們連接被割斷的山巒，讓我們走向收獲的峰巔;您是青藤，堅韌而修長，指引我們采擷到崖頂?shù)撵`芝和人參。當苗兒需要一杯水的時候，絕不送上一桶水;而當需要一桶水的時候，也絕不給予一杯水。適時，適量地給予，這是一個好園丁的技藝。我的老師，這也正是您的教育藝術。不計辛勤一硯寒，桃熟流丹，李熟技殘，種花容易樹人難。幽谷飛香不一般，詩滿人間，畫滿人間，英才濟濟笑開顏。
老師，您用人類崇高的感情--愛，播種春天，播種理想，播種力量……用語言播種，用彩筆耕耘，用汗水澆灌，用心血滋潤，這就是我們敬愛的老師崇高的勞動。您工作在今朝，卻建設著祖國的明天;您教學在課堂，成就卻在祖國的四面八方。
老師，如果把您比作蚌，那末學生便是蚌里的砂粒;您用愛去舐它，磨它，浸它，洗它……經(jīng)年累月，砂粒便成了一顆顆珍珠，光彩熠熠。您的教師生涯，有無數(shù)驕傲和幸福的回憶，但您把它們珍藏在心底，而只是注視著一待開拓的園地。假如我是詩人，我將以滿腔的熱情寫下詩篇，贊美大海的遼闊和深遠。并把它獻給您--我的胸懷博大，知識精深的老師。教師是火種，點燃了學生的心靈之火;教師是石級，承受著學生一步步踏實地向上攀登。您像一支蠟燭，雖然細弱，但有一分熱，發(fā)一分光，照亮了別人，耗盡了自己。這無私的奉獻，令人永志不忘。
您講課的語言，悅耳像叮咚的山泉，親切似潺潺的小溪，激越如奔瀉的江流……春蠶一生沒說過自詡的話，那吐出的銀絲就是丈量生命價值的尺子。敬愛的老師，您從未在別人面前炫耀過，但那盛開的桃李，就是對您高的評價。您的愛，太陽一般溫暖，春風一般和煦，清泉一般甘甜。您的愛，比父愛更嚴峻，比母愛更細膩，比友愛更純潔。您--老師的愛，天下偉大，高潔。螢火蟲的可貴，在于用那盞掛在后尾的燈，專照別人;您的可敬，則在于總是給別人提供方便。是誰把雨露撒遍大地?是誰把幼苗辛勤哺育?是您，老師，您是一位偉大的園丁!看這遍地怒放的鮮花，哪一朵上沒有您的心血，哪一朵上沒有您的笑影!
You are like a candle, for the younger generation gave all the heat and light! Your character and spirit can use two words is burning! Don't stop burning! You speak of the class is so rich and varied, each chapter seemed before I opened the window, let me see a beautiful new world...
Ah, there, the garden was so beautiful, the earth was full of spring! Teacher, open the window and see, this spring, the peach garden, in a salute to you! If there is no moisture of your state of mind, how will blossom so many beautiful soul flower? Ah, the teacher, the Engineer of the human soul, who do not praise you! The dissemination of knowledge, is sowing hope, sowing happiness. Teacher, you are the hope and happiness!
Teacher, you are the work of the United States, the United States of the seed. Is your beautiful sunshine shines, moisten with the United States and the rain, our hearts to a carpet of green grass, carpet! You flowers in full bloom, fruit maturity busy, quietly hanging leaf shade! Ah, the teacher, your spirit, never mind my heart! You like the obscurity of roots, trees grow, and the branches hung full of rich fruit, but does not require any reward. You gave us a life of the ruler, so that we have to measure each day; you have given us a model of the behavior of the mirror, so that we can learn from everywhere. You are the bridge, for our connection was severed at the mountains, let us to harvest peaks; you are ivy, tough and slender, guide us to gather to the top of the cliff of Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng. When the plants need a glass of water, not a bucket of water; when you need a bucket of water, and never give a glass of water. Timely, appropriate to give, this is a good gardener skills. My teacher, this is your education art. Excluding one hard winter cold, ripe peach flow Dan, Li mature technology residues, the tree flowers were easy to difficult. Glen Shannon did not fly, the world is full of poetry, painting Poppins, world of Warcraft gold.
Teacher, you use the most noble feelings of humanity - love, planting in the spring, sowing the ideal, power...... Sowing language, with brush work, watered with sweat, blood, moist, this is our beloved teacher lofty labor. You work in the present, but the construction of the motherland tomorrow; your teaching in the classroom, but in all directions of the motherland.
The teacher, if you compared to mussels, then the student is the mussels in the sand; you love to lick it, wear it, soak it, wash it...... Month after month and year after year, sand became pearls, sparkling. Your teacher career, there are countless proud and happy memories, but you put them in the bottom of my heart, and just look at the corner of the garden. If I were a poet, I will be filled with enthusiasm to write down the poem, praise the vast and far-reaching sea. And put it to you - my mind, profound knowledge of the teacher. The teacher is fire, lit the fire of the soul of students; the teacher is stone, bearing the students to climb step by step. You are like a candle, although thin, but have a fever, a light, lights others, exhausted. This selfless dedication, it will always bear in mind.
The language of your lecture, sweet like buzz spring, kind of like a babbling brook, agitation such as liquid flows...... Till life did not say himself, then spit out the silver value of life is measured. Dear teacher, you never had to show off in front of others, but the peach blossom, is your highest rating. Your love, the sun warm, as the genial spring breeze, as the sweet spring. Your love, than love more severe, more delicate than motherly love, more than pure friendship. You - the teacher's love, the world's greatest, most Gao Jie. The value of the firefly is to use the lamp, which is hung in the back of the tail, for others, and for your honorable, is always to provide convenience to others. Who is the rain Sabian earth? Who is the Seedling Nurturing hard? Are you. Teacher, you are a great gardener! Look at this land full of flowers, which flower without your effort, which flower without your Xiaoying!
老師，大家都說您培養(yǎng)著祖國的棟梁;我卻要說，您就是祖國的棟梁。正是您，支撐起我們一代人的脊梁!
您像一支紅燭，為后輩獻出了所有的熱和光!您的品格和精神，可以用兩個字就是--燃燒!不停的燃燒!您講的課，是那樣豐富多采，每一個章節(jié)都仿佛在我面前打開了一扇窗戶，讓我看到了一個斑斕的新世界……
啊，有了?，花園才這般艷麗，大地才充滿春意!老師，快推開窗子看吧，這滿園春色，這滿園桃李，都在向您敬禮!如果沒有您思想的滋潤，怎么會綻開那么多美好的靈魂之花?啊，老師，人類靈魂的工程師，有誰不在將您贊揚!傳播知識，就是播種希望，播種幸福。老師，您就是這希望與幸福的播種人!
老師，您是美的耕耘者，美的播種者。是您用美的陽光普照，用美的雨露滋潤，我們的心田才綠草如茵，繁花似錦!您為花的盛開，果的成熟忙碌著，默默地垂著葉的綠蔭!啊，老師，您的精神，永記我心!您多像那默默無聞的樹根，使小樹茁壯成長，又使樹枝上掛滿豐碩的果實，卻并不要求任何報酬。您給了我們一桿生活的尺，讓我們自己天天去丈量;您給了我們一面模范行為的鏡子，讓我們處處有學習的榜樣。您是大橋，為我們連接被割斷的山巒，讓我們走向收獲的峰巔;您是青藤，堅韌而修長，指引我們采擷到崖頂?shù)撵`芝和人參。當苗兒需要一杯水的時候，絕不送上一桶水;而當需要一桶水的時候，也絕不給予一杯水。適時，適量地給予，這是一個好園丁的技藝。我的老師，這也正是您的教育藝術。不計辛勤一硯寒，桃熟流丹，李熟技殘，種花容易樹人難。幽谷飛香不一般，詩滿人間，畫滿人間，英才濟濟笑開顏。
老師，您用人類崇高的感情--愛，播種春天，播種理想，播種力量……用語言播種，用彩筆耕耘，用汗水澆灌，用心血滋潤，這就是我們敬愛的老師崇高的勞動。您工作在今朝，卻建設著祖國的明天;您教學在課堂，成就卻在祖國的四面八方。
老師，如果把您比作蚌，那末學生便是蚌里的砂粒;您用愛去舐它，磨它，浸它，洗它……經(jīng)年累月，砂粒便成了一顆顆珍珠，光彩熠熠。您的教師生涯，有無數(shù)驕傲和幸福的回憶，但您把它們珍藏在心底，而只是注視著一待開拓的園地。假如我是詩人，我將以滿腔的熱情寫下詩篇，贊美大海的遼闊和深遠。并把它獻給您--我的胸懷博大，知識精深的老師。教師是火種，點燃了學生的心靈之火;教師是石級，承受著學生一步步踏實地向上攀登。您像一支蠟燭，雖然細弱，但有一分熱，發(fā)一分光，照亮了別人，耗盡了自己。這無私的奉獻，令人永志不忘。
您講課的語言，悅耳像叮咚的山泉，親切似潺潺的小溪，激越如奔瀉的江流……春蠶一生沒說過自詡的話，那吐出的銀絲就是丈量生命價值的尺子。敬愛的老師，您從未在別人面前炫耀過，但那盛開的桃李，就是對您高的評價。您的愛，太陽一般溫暖，春風一般和煦，清泉一般甘甜。您的愛，比父愛更嚴峻，比母愛更細膩，比友愛更純潔。您--老師的愛，天下偉大，高潔。螢火蟲的可貴，在于用那盞掛在后尾的燈，專照別人;您的可敬，則在于總是給別人提供方便。是誰把雨露撒遍大地?是誰把幼苗辛勤哺育?是您，老師，您是一位偉大的園丁!看這遍地怒放的鮮花，哪一朵上沒有您的心血，哪一朵上沒有您的笑影!