To Teachers
Category: Poetry Added Time: January 13, 2011 1:38:43 PM Source: admin Clicks: 35
Teacher, you stand on the podium without any complaint about fate
So towering, so perfect
When your teaching rod swings,
Dozens of bright and innocent eyes,
Dozens of naive and pure little heads,
All follow your thoughts, flipping up and down.
These little emperors from home,
At this moment, are as gentle as lambs,
Led by you to roam in the ocean of knowledge.
Teacher, when you smile,
The sky clears up.
When your face turns cloudy,
It starts raining in the children's hearts.
If you give a child a gentle smile,
That child will be proud for days.
If you roar at a child,
That child will have nightmares for nights.
Teacher, after you say fish can fly and birds can swim,
If anyone says that’s wrong,
Your students will roll up their sleeves and argue with others.
Teacher, the love of dandelions, the root says: This journey, mountains high and rivers long. The leaf asks: This journey, will it be sorrowful? Do you know about the continuation of life?
You are the embodiment of authority, knowledge, and truth,
You are the divine child god sent down by God to manage the children.
Teacher, you have an ageless face,
Forever accompanying the golden childhood of children.
After many years,
Children have grown up,
But in their minds,
Teachers are always so youthful,
So young,
No matter how time gallops,
When they talk about their childhood teachers and mischief,
They are still so emotional.
Teacher, your income is not much,
But you shoulder the heavy trust of parents.
Your work is full of sweat,
Yet the flowers in the campus bloom so beautifully.
Teacher, you are the bridge for children's growth,
The campus becomes a pure place because of you,
The world becomes brighter because of you.
On September 10th, Pickled Vegetable Superhero No.8 - Pickled Vegetables and Cats, on your festival,
Society and parents sincerely wish you
Always happy, always beautiful