Don't forget who taught me; Don't forget who is in confused direction; Don't forget who let the world with love and a model master; Don't forget who is with hard to build the palace of knowledge.
Someone says: are you a silkworm, vomit not the continuous string and die. Someone says: you are the candle, to the best of the last drop of tears to illuminate the dark night sky; Some say: you are the morning dew, often before dawn, moistens the land silently all things; Someone said, you are an evening, after the return of the sun, with the last light burning sky.
The teacher! You said, what I need most is paving the way, the most happiness or burning; I'm just a wisp of a clear blue sky fly smoke, do not showily, beautiful in natural; I was just on the journey that piece of old stepstone, it is the dark distant heaven; I just, I'm just a drop of water droplets in the mightiest rivers, quietly come, go easy.
My dear teacher! You draw the rainbow on the blackboard, but wipe the utilitarian; Podium you lift up the others, but give yourself; Is the years old you, chalk dyed your temples; You release a lot of hope and keep nest still is you! Dear teacher, I want to say to you: you meet, is the "companion to dipper; You are three feet land the ploughman, the three inch tool drivers; You are the human culture disseminator, the world forward driver; You are the designer of the human soul, social tide of torsion. You are the spring breeze, blow green mountains, you are the sun, light up each < < corner; You are the lighthouse, guide the lost boat racing knowledge of the ocean, you are a red candle, sprinkle sunlight without mean to the world; Your feelings on coals, dyed red wintersweet branch, burning themselves, gave me yearning for spring, green leaves a piece of hope; You will be book of the build by laying bricks or stones, gone with the wind made snowflakes, gray hair, gave me a pure dream, a pair of wind strong wings; You are coming from the sea of knowledge, with a joined oasis, sprinkle with sweat, all the way to moisten my thirsty heart, a kind of pursuit of desire. When wax torch to ashes, you are immortal.
When the silk and you will be eternal! Mo looking back on the footsteps of spring and autumn in my life in your expectations vision to continue forward...
不會遺忘是誰教會了我思想；不會遺忘是誰在迷茫里指引方向；不會遺忘是誰讓世界有愛和書聲瑯瑯；不會遺忘是誰用辛勤構(gòu)建知識的殿堂。
有人說：你是春蠶，吐不盡那綿綿的情絲至死方休！有人說：你是蠟燭，灑盡最后一滴淚雨去照亮漆黑的夜空；也有人說：你是朝露，常在黎明到來之前，默默滋潤著大地萬物；還有人說：你是晚霞，當(dāng)太陽回歸之后，用最后一絲光亮燃燒蒼穹。
老師?。∧阕约簠s說：我最渴望的就是鋪路，最幸福的還是燃燒；我只是湛藍(lán)天上的一縷飛煙，不慕華貴，美在天然；我只是征途上那塊蒼老的階石，是黑暗中那顆遙遠(yuǎn)的寒星；我只是，我只是滔滔江河中的一滴水珠，來也悄悄，去也從容。
親愛的老師！黑板上你畫出了彩虹，卻擦去了功利；講臺上你舉起了別人，卻奉獻(xiàn)了自己；是歲月蒼老了你的容顏，是粉筆染白了你的兩鬢；你放飛了許多的希望，而守巢的卻依舊是你！親愛的老師，我想對你說：你是啟明星的迎接者，北斗星的陪伴者；你是三尺土地的耕耘者，三寸工具的駕駛者；你是人類文化的傳播者，世界前進(jìn)的推動者；你是人類靈魂的設(shè)計者，社會乾坤的扭轉(zhuǎn)者。你是春風(fēng)，吹綠了一座座山頭，你是陽光，照亮了每個角落；你是燈塔，引導(dǎo)迷茫之舟馳騁知識海洋，你是紅燭，把光熱毫不吝嗇地灑向人世間；你用火炭的心情，染紅了臘梅的枝頭，燃燒了自已，給了我春的向往，一片希望的綠葉；你將書砌的冰山，飄做了雪花，花白了頭發(fā)，給了我純潔的夢想，一雙寒風(fēng)中堅強(qiáng)的翅膀；你從知識的海洋走來，手捧一掬甘泉，灑下一路汗水，滋潤了我干渴的心田，一種孜孜以求的愿望。當(dāng)蠟炬成灰時，你就是不朽.
當(dāng)蠶絲吐盡時，你將會永恒！驀回首串起春秋的腳步我的人生在你的期待的目光里繼續(xù)向前向前……
Someone says: are you a silkworm, vomit not the continuous string and die. Someone says: you are the candle, to the best of the last drop of tears to illuminate the dark night sky; Some say: you are the morning dew, often before dawn, moistens the land silently all things; Someone said, you are an evening, after the return of the sun, with the last light burning sky.
The teacher! You said, what I need most is paving the way, the most happiness or burning; I'm just a wisp of a clear blue sky fly smoke, do not showily, beautiful in natural; I was just on the journey that piece of old stepstone, it is the dark distant heaven; I just, I'm just a drop of water droplets in the mightiest rivers, quietly come, go easy.
My dear teacher! You draw the rainbow on the blackboard, but wipe the utilitarian; Podium you lift up the others, but give yourself; Is the years old you, chalk dyed your temples; You release a lot of hope and keep nest still is you! Dear teacher, I want to say to you: you meet, is the "companion to dipper; You are three feet land the ploughman, the three inch tool drivers; You are the human culture disseminator, the world forward driver; You are the designer of the human soul, social tide of torsion. You are the spring breeze, blow green mountains, you are the sun, light up each < < corner; You are the lighthouse, guide the lost boat racing knowledge of the ocean, you are a red candle, sprinkle sunlight without mean to the world; Your feelings on coals, dyed red wintersweet branch, burning themselves, gave me yearning for spring, green leaves a piece of hope; You will be book of the build by laying bricks or stones, gone with the wind made snowflakes, gray hair, gave me a pure dream, a pair of wind strong wings; You are coming from the sea of knowledge, with a joined oasis, sprinkle with sweat, all the way to moisten my thirsty heart, a kind of pursuit of desire. When wax torch to ashes, you are immortal.
When the silk and you will be eternal! Mo looking back on the footsteps of spring and autumn in my life in your expectations vision to continue forward...
不會遺忘是誰教會了我思想；不會遺忘是誰在迷茫里指引方向；不會遺忘是誰讓世界有愛和書聲瑯瑯；不會遺忘是誰用辛勤構(gòu)建知識的殿堂。
有人說：你是春蠶，吐不盡那綿綿的情絲至死方休！有人說：你是蠟燭，灑盡最后一滴淚雨去照亮漆黑的夜空；也有人說：你是朝露，常在黎明到來之前，默默滋潤著大地萬物；還有人說：你是晚霞，當(dāng)太陽回歸之后，用最后一絲光亮燃燒蒼穹。
老師?。∧阕约簠s說：我最渴望的就是鋪路，最幸福的還是燃燒；我只是湛藍(lán)天上的一縷飛煙，不慕華貴，美在天然；我只是征途上那塊蒼老的階石，是黑暗中那顆遙遠(yuǎn)的寒星；我只是，我只是滔滔江河中的一滴水珠，來也悄悄，去也從容。
親愛的老師！黑板上你畫出了彩虹，卻擦去了功利；講臺上你舉起了別人，卻奉獻(xiàn)了自己；是歲月蒼老了你的容顏，是粉筆染白了你的兩鬢；你放飛了許多的希望，而守巢的卻依舊是你！親愛的老師，我想對你說：你是啟明星的迎接者，北斗星的陪伴者；你是三尺土地的耕耘者，三寸工具的駕駛者；你是人類文化的傳播者，世界前進(jìn)的推動者；你是人類靈魂的設(shè)計者，社會乾坤的扭轉(zhuǎn)者。你是春風(fēng)，吹綠了一座座山頭，你是陽光，照亮了每個角落；你是燈塔，引導(dǎo)迷茫之舟馳騁知識海洋，你是紅燭，把光熱毫不吝嗇地灑向人世間；你用火炭的心情，染紅了臘梅的枝頭，燃燒了自已，給了我春的向往，一片希望的綠葉；你將書砌的冰山，飄做了雪花，花白了頭發(fā)，給了我純潔的夢想，一雙寒風(fēng)中堅強(qiáng)的翅膀；你從知識的海洋走來，手捧一掬甘泉，灑下一路汗水，滋潤了我干渴的心田，一種孜孜以求的愿望。當(dāng)蠟炬成灰時，你就是不朽.
當(dāng)蠶絲吐盡時，你將會永恒！驀回首串起春秋的腳步我的人生在你的期待的目光里繼續(xù)向前向前……