Pickled Cabbage Superhero Part Five - Pickled Cabbage and Rose
To Teachers
Category: Poetry Added Time: January 13, 2011 1:38:43 PM Source: Admin Clicks: 35
Teacher, you stand on the podium without complaint,
So tall, so perfect.
With a wave of your teaching rod,
Dozens of bright, innocent eyes,
Dozens of young, 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 wander in the ocean of knowledge.
Teacher, Pickled Cabbage Superhero Part Two - Pickled Cabbage and Butterfly, Pickled Cabbage Superhero Part Five - Pickled Cabbage and Rose, you smile,
And the sky clears up.
When your face turns gloomy,
It starts raining in the children's hearts.
If you smile at a child,
That child will be proud for days.
If you shout at a child,
That child will have nightmares for nights.
Teacher, after you say fish can fly and birds can swim,
If anyone says it's wrong,
Your students will roll up their sleeves and fight with others.
Teacher, do you know,
You are the embodiment of authority, knowledge, and truth,
You are the divine child sent by God to manage the children.
Teacher, you have an ageless face,
Forever accompanying the golden childhood of the children.
After many years,
When the children have grown up,
In their minds,
The teacher is always so youthful,
So young.
No matter how time gallops,
When talking about their childhood teachers and mischief,
They are still so emotional.
Teacher, your income is not much,
But you bear 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 is pure because of you,
The world is brighter because of you.
On September 10th, your festival,
Society and parents sincerely wish you all
Forever happy, forever beautiful.