Hello!

Who brings the breath of spring like a swallow? It's you, full of you!

Who is plowing in the wilderness of thorns? It's you! You've been writing!

Who is like a breeze and a willow, soothing an ignorant heart? It's you, dear and respectable teacher!

You have a broad mind like the sea, you have the love of parents all over the world, and you have the most precious wealth in the world-knowledge.

Perhaps you are the embodiment of wisdom, the messenger of culture, full of high sense of responsibility and contribution, and come to this world to spread the essence of culture and convey the nourishment of ideas.

I remember walking in front of your window on a bright moonlit night, and your wandering figure was in the room. You think hard, just for a difficult problem. There is a sleepy light on that neat table, which makes a slight squeak. The wind inadvertently opened your lesson plan, and many words were reflected on the window.

This is your mark on the teaching road; This is every sacred stroke you draw a blueprint for the future; This is the hard evidence of your selfless dedication!

The long road to study records your every move; The tortuous road of life has your sincere guidance and care at every step. You use all your knowledge to water your budding heart, and you use the love of your life to warm your lonely heart. You use the most beautiful language in the world to open every knot, and you use beautiful rainbows to cross our hearts.

With your help, the child's heart is becoming more and more mature and has the desire to take off; I have a dream of swimming. You have given us the motivation to struggle forward, your inculcation and your knowledge essence have built a sculpture of wealth in our hearts.

You are too great. You have trained the elites and heroes of the times. You shape greatness with self-styled smallness, and you embellish beauty with conscious commonness; You created a myth with a bent back.

Running water is in a hurry, and the autumn wind blows off your young face; Years are ruthless, Xia Yue bends your healthy back; The snow in winter is bright, covering your black hair. However, your spirit of "teaching and educating people" is still full of vitality, no less than that of that year.

The world is changing; But what remains unchanged is the golden relationship between teachers and students and the heart of gratitude full of complicated feelings.

That is the grace, the grace of education, the grace of enlightenment, and the kindness of teachers to repay a drop of water with a spring of water.

It is affection, affection between teachers and students, friendship, and "parental affection" of "teaching wisdom without giving skin".

This is a kind of goodwill that can stand the test of time and space constraints.

Even in the dark, I will never forget the hand groping in the dark; Even in the sacred moment when life is prosperous and the peaks stand overlooking the world, you will never forget the pieces of spring talk you sent when you shed tears; Even on the day when you are worried about your unsatisfactory studies, you will never forget the hopeful eyes and encouraging smile.

Your every greeting, every help and every care are deeply engraved in our memory.

Even if the rainstorm strikes, even if the yellow sand rolls up, it can't take away the grateful heart and the sincere and solemn respect!

Teacher, have you seen the swaying moon on the treetops? It brings my gratitude and sincere blessing: May you have flowers every day and stars every night, and may you be safe and happy on the road of life!

I am here to convey

Salute!

Your student xxx

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