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[Edit this paragraph] Basic explanation

A teacher is a person who teaches culture and technology, generally referring to someone who is worth learning in some way. The word "teacher" originally refers to an elderly and experienced scholar, and later people who teach students are also called "teachers". In On Teachers: "A teacher, therefore, is taught by profession."

Teachers are students' learning guides, life guides and life goals.

[Edit this paragraph] Teacher's honorific introduction

China has a long tradition of respecting teachers and valuing morality. In ancient times, there was a saying that "three heroes, one king, one father and one teacher". "Lu Chunqiu Respecting Teachers" says: "When you are alive, you worry about it, and when you die, you respect teachers." There were many appellations for teachers in ancient China, including the following five honorifics:

Teacher: It was originally a title for local primary school teachers in the Song and Yuan Dynasties. Yuan Hao, a writer in the Jin Dynasty, asked the poem "The Grandnephew Bo An": "Bo An entered primary school and realized extraordinary appearance. The sentence is awkward and the words shock the teacher. " Post-specific refers to students' honorifics for teachers, which are still used today.

Shi Hebin: The whole story is this: When Emperor Gaozu Liu Zhuang was a prince, he worshipped Huanrong as his teacher. After he acceded to the throne, he still respected Huan Rong very much. He often goes to Taichang House where Huanrong lives to listen to Huanrong's lectures. Sitting on the floor in the Han dynasty, sitting indoors is by the west wall (west) and facing east. Emperor Han Ming arranged Huan Rong to sit in the southwest seat to show his respect for the first teacher. Since then, "Xi" has become the honorific title of teachers, also known as the guest.

Teacher: It is one of the honorifics for teachers in ancient times. "Han Feizi Wu She (sound)" said: "Children without talents ... teachers reform education."

Mountain field: from the similarity of scenery. During the Five Dynasties, Jiang Weidong lived in seclusion in Heng Yue, giving lectures and being eclectic, and was honored as "Mountain King". Since then, the lecturers of Zhongshan Academy have also been called "good teachers". Over time, "mountain leader" has become a kind of respect for teachers.

Sir: 1. Teacher.

2. honorifics for intellectuals and adult men with certain status.

3. Call someone else's husband or the opposite person your husband (specific usage: all of them are preceded by personal pronouns or attributes; Such as your husband, my husband).

4. People who used to be called bookkeepers. He works as a gentleman in a pawnshop.

5. People who used to be called storytelling, physiognomy, divination, geomantic omen, etc. Such as: Mr. Feng Shui.

6. Later, the meaning was extended, but anyone who is highly respected can be called "Mr." to show respect, not necessarily referring to men. For example, Soong Ching Ling, Jiang Yang, Bing Xin and Ding Ling can all be called Mr. ..

The name "sir" has a long history. However, in different periods of history, the object of the title "Mr." is different. "The Analects of Confucius for Politics": "There is wine and food, sir." The note said, "Sir, so are my father and brother." It means to have wine and food, that is, to honor your father and brother. Mencius: "Why did Sir say that?" This "sir" refers to an old and learned man.

7. Now all men can be called Mr. Wang and Mr. Li.

8. Wife's address to her husband, such as: Are you looking for my husband? He is not at home.

Teacher's aim: no one can teach, only to discover!

Ten titles of teachers:

Teacher-the most popular honorific title

Sir-the oldest honorific title

Gardener-the most unpretentious compliment

Mother-the most sincere and touching nickname

Candle-the warmest and moving title

Spring silkworm-the purest title

Spring rain-the most vivid and silent name

Ladder-the proper name of the highest evaluation

Ruzi Niu-China's most distinctive metaphor.

Coach-a person who guides, trains and supervises others and strives to accomplish a mission or task.

Engineer of the human soul-the most philosophical title (as a teacher, you should use love and knowledge to touch and change people's hearts. Teacher's concept: the responsibility is to educate and train students (trainees) at all levels of schools as professional workers!

[Edit this paragraph] Famous sayings about teachers

1, teacher, so preaching, teaching and dispelling doubts. -Teacher Tang Hanyu's theory

2. Once a teacher, always a father. —— Yuan Guanhanqing

Learning is more important than respecting teachers. -Tan Sitong's Supplementary Articles of Association of Liuyang Mathematics Museum

4. A gentleman is a teacher and a villain is a relative. -"Xunzi, cultivate one's morality"

5, illness is to respect the teacher. -"Lv Chunqiu, Persuade Learning"

6. Teacher or father. -"Lv Chunqiu, Persuade Learning"

7. Respect teachers regardless of rank. -"Lv Chunqiu, Persuade Learning"

8, the study of Confucian classics, not quick, followed by a long ceremony. Love those who teach themselves, and ask them humbly. Long Li: Respecting Rites and Righteousness) —— Xunzi's Persuasion

9. The kindness of the host is more important than that of the parents. -Jin Gehong, "Diligence"

10, the country will prosper, and the heart is precious. -"Xunzi Outline"

1 1, in a threesome, there must be a teacher, choose the good one and follow it, and change the bad one. -The Analects of Confucius

12, the gift of a paragraph, everything is also a teacher. -Liang Qichao's Preface to China's Historical Research Methods.

13, the teacher's morality is respected and the study style is good. -Kang Youwei's "Political Essays, Zhejiang Speech"

14, the foundation of goodness lies in teaching, and the foundation of teaching lies in the teacher. -[Song] Li Gou's "Wide Money Tree"

[Edit this paragraph] Teachers' Day poem

★★★★ Praise the teacher's poem1:★★★

Four degrees of spring breeze,

Several autumn rains washed away the gap.

Black hair and frost weave the sun and the moon,

Chalk has no words to write spring and autumn.

Spring blossoms,

Candle tears turn to ashes, and autumn is stronger.

Spring sowing peaches and plums in 3,000 gardens,

Qiu Lai, China is rich in fruits.

★★★★ Praise the teacher's poem 2: ★★★

I love my teacher.

Teachers are like red candles,

It ignited the fire in the students' hearts.

But it burned itself,

Until the red candle turns to ashes.

Teachers are like gardeners,

Grow flowers,

But I work hard for myself,

Until the physical strength is exhausted.

When we grow up, we must become the pillars of the country.

Ah! The teacher is so selfless!

Ah! Teacher, we love you!

★★★★ Praise the teacher's poem 3: ★★★

-teacher, you have worked hard.

Who-led the ignorant us into the spacious classroom,

Teach us a wealth of knowledge?

It is you! Teacher!

With your hard work and sweat,

Raising the tender seedlings that have just broken ground in spring.

Who is it?-naughty us.

Education should be considerate and helpful?

It is you! Teacher!

Your care is like a warm spring breeze.

It warms our hearts.

Who is it-young us?

Cultivate a mature and sensible teenager?

It is you! Teacher!

Your protection makes us grow up healthily.

The autumn season is fruitful.

You have worked hard! Teacher!

People who work hard in the heat and cold.

You have worked hard! Teacher!

Dedicate youth to nothingness.

We pay high tribute to you!

-You have worked hard, teacher!

That's all I can do, teacher.

Teacher-you are like a drizzle in spring,

Moisten flowers, irrigate the earth,

We are sucking the drizzle and growing.

Teacher-you are like the autumn breeze,

Blow the yellow land, call gold to rice,

We had a bumper harvest.

Teacher-in my dark life, you lit the brightest lamp for me;

Teacher-you have always been my guide on my confused life path;

Teacher-you pointed out the direction for me in my rough life;

Teacher-you gave me a pair of powerful wings, let me travel in the world of knowledge!

★★★★ Praise the teacher's poem 4: ★★★

The golden wind sends laughter, and the sweet-scented osmanthus floats.

Today's teacher's holiday is coming again.

Teachers have worked hard for our growth.

We will never forget the teacher's love for us.

Hello, teacher!

People compare teachers to red candles, which illuminate others and burn themselves.

People compare teachers to gardeners and cultivate peaches and plums all over the world.

Teachers are the noblest career in the world.

The teacher gave us ideal sunshine and wisdom sunshine.

The teacher guided us to the path of sunny life.

Teachers expect us to be the sun in the new century.

The teacher's words moisten my heart like spring rain.

The teacher watered our growth with the rain of knowledge.

Gentle spring rain is the teacher's love for us.

The teacher's words and deeds are like spring rain.

The teacher is willing to be a green leaf and hold us up as red flowers.

The teacher is a green leaf, willing to contribute silently.

The green leaves symbolize that teachers are always young.

When we bloom like flowers, we will never forget the kindness of green leaves.

Teachers are like trees, with blue sky overhead and feet on the earth, silently benefiting the society.

Teachers are big trees, bringing spring scenery to the world.

The teacher sowed the seeds of hope and cultivated us into a forest.

Young trees grow into pillars, never forgetting the gardener's cultivation.

Yes, teachers' enthusiasm is like the sun, and teachers' teaching is like spring rain.

Teachers' style is like green leaves, teachers' occupation is like a tree, and our teachers are good.

★★★★ Praise the teacher's poem 5: ★★★

You present a flower,

I present a flower,

Let's weave a big wreath,

Dedicated to my dear teacher and mother.

You gave the seeds,

As warm as the sun;

You sweat,

Water the seedlings.

Your eyes are like bright stars,

Shining with charming brilliance;

Your song is like a spring stream,

Brought joy to everyone.

Wherever we go,

Always remember your feelings;

No matter where we go.

Always remember your words.

Wherever we go,

Always remember your love;

Wherever we go,

Will always be a flower of yours.

★★★★ Praise the teacher's poem 6: ★★★

September, as scheduled.

Therefore, the world is brilliant.

We sing September,

Because this is your eternal festival.

We remember September,

Because this is our sincere confession.

September is an emotional cup,

We hold it high with our hands.

In sincere wishes,

Please drink.

September music has been played,

Please accept our gift in September.

All the teachers who are struggling on the education front.

★★★★ Praise the teacher's poem 7: ★★★

I remember your hands were covered with powder.

I remember your kind teaching.

I remember your new silver hair.

Because of you, many students can become talents.

Because of you, the world will be so civilized

Teacher, you are a bright light.

Find a home for the lost children

Teacher, you are an angel.

★★★★ Praise the teacher's poem 8: ★★★

Ode to teachers

Others get gold from life.

You can only get flowers.

Your gold is the morning sun.

Your silver is the moon of the fifteenth.

But you still whistle happily.

Your pride is the fragrance of peaches and plums

You are a candle,

Shine a faint candlelight;

You're a gardener,

Sweat trickled down;

Ah!

Teacher-

You raised me,

Let me shine for my motherland;

Ah!

Teacher-

You taught me how to be a man,

Your efforts flow in my blood!

Teacher, you have worked hard.

Who is it-

Leading the ignorant into the spacious classroom,

Teach us a wealth of knowledge?

It is you! Teacher!

With your hard work and sweat,

Raising the tender seedlings that have just broken ground in spring.

Who is it-

Put naughty us

Education should be considerate and helpful?

It is you! Teacher!

Your care is like a warm spring breeze.

It warms our hearts.

Who is it-

Put young us

Cultivate a mature and sensible teenager?

It is you! Teacher!

Your protection makes us grow up healthily.

The autumn season is fruitful.

You have worked hard! Teacher!

People who work hard in the heat and cold.

You have worked hard! Teacher!

Dedicate youth to nothingness.

We pay high tribute to you!

-You have worked hard, teacher!

The missing gardener

Everything in the past will be a beautiful memory-

Teacher, I miss my middle school days, my alma mater and you. ...

If time can go back, let me go back to my student days-

Dear teacher, how I want to listen to your inculcation again. ...

After parting, your voice often echoes in my ears for a long time; Your figure often appears in front of my eyes; Your teachings, in my heart forever ...

Life is an endless road. I walk, walk, keep walking. When I am tired and slack, your firm face, firm voice and tenacious spirit will float in my memory. Teacher, you have taught me life, how can I forget you!

Whenever I harvest, I can't help but miss the hard-working cultivator-the teacher.

Teacher, although I have been away for a long time, your image seems to be a bright light, which has been flashing in my heart.

Today, I am in a distant place, folding the yesterday you gave me into a boat of memory and floating it in the lake of missing.

The clothes are still the same, and the lights are still the same. Your familiar blackboard writing and familiar voice lead our thoughts to the past student days. Oh, teacher ...

Miss you, dear teacher! I cherish the gaze of your bright eyes in my heart. They are like clear water with two eyes, flowing in my heart forever. ...

Those who drink its stream will cherish its source, and when they learn, they will miss my teacher.

Admire the gardener

You warm every classmate's heart with fire-like emotion, countless hearts are stirred by you, and even your back is condensed with fiery eyes …

You are not an actor, but you attract our hungry eyes; You are not a singer, but let the clear spring of knowledge tinkle and sing charming songs; You are not a sculptor, but you are shaping the soul of young people ... Teacher, how can I forget you!

The name engraved on the board may not be immortal, and the name engraved on the stone may not be immortal; Teacher, your name is engraved in our hearts, which is truly eternal.

Your thoughts and words are full of poetry and philosophy, and they are so magical. How many wonderful ripples they have aroused in my heart!

You respect sincerity and honesty, which is regarded as the rule of life. You are a model in the eyes of our students.

I admire great men and celebrities, but I am more eager to dedicate my respect and praise to an ordinary person-

My teacher, you.

You are strict with us and take your own actions as an example. Once your suggestion, request or even order is put forward, we must do it, but it always makes us believe in it and act consciously. This is the tall image you left in my heart.

In my heart, you are the most severe father and the most kind mother; You are an unsung hero and a famous teacher.

Your voice and smile always flash in front of my eyes; You are a kind of character and personality, which will always be treasured in the depths of my memory.

Ah, teacher-

Engineers of the human soul, only with this glorious name, have the connotation as rich as the sea and as deep as the blue sky!

Teacher, this dazzling name, like a brilliant star, will always hang high on our chest.

Even if my temples are gray, I will still sincerely call you a teacher! In front of this sacred and lofty word, I will always be a student who needs enlightenment!

In the sea of life, teacher, you are like a high beacon light, standing on the vast sea, guiding our forward voyage forever!

Don't hesitate to burn yourself and release all the heat, all the light and all the energy. Teacher, you are like a red candle, loved and admired!

Some people say that teachers are like mountains, because mountains are lofty and revered. I also want to say that teachers are like the sea, because the sea is vast and immeasurable.

In the eyes of students, you are "the real seed, the messenger of goodness and the banner of beauty".

You are a charcoal fire in winter, a stepping stone in the turbulent flow under the shade in hot summer, and a beacon light in the foggy sea.

Teacher, you set an example, educate people well, and be a ladder, which is unforgettable!

Praise the gardener

Teacher, everyone says that you are cultivating the pillars of the motherland; I want to say that you are the pillars of the motherland. You have propped up the backbone of our generation!

You are like a red candle, giving all the heat and light to the younger generation! Your character and spirit can be summed up in two words-burning! Keep burning!

Your lecture is so colorful. Each chapter seems to open a window in front of me and let me see a colorful new world. ...

Ah, with you, the garden is so gorgeous and the earth is full of spring! Teacher, please open the window and have a look. All this love and this garden full of peaches and plums are paying tribute to you!

Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how can so many beautiful flowers of the soul bloom? Ah, teacher, engineer of human soul, who is not praising you!

Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and happiness. Teacher, you are the sower of this hope and happiness!

Teacher, you are a cultivator and a sower of beauty. It is you, shining with beautiful sunshine, nourishing beautiful rain and dew, making our hearts green and full of flowers!

You are busy with the blooming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, silently hanging the shade of leaves! Ah, teacher, your spirit, always remember my heart!

You are more like a nameless root, let the young trees grow sturdily, let the branches bear rich fruits, but ask for nothing in return.

You gave us a ruler of life, let us measure it every day; You gave us a mirror of exemplary behavior, and let us learn everywhere.

You are a bridge, connecting the cut mountains for us and leading us to the peak of harvest; You are a green vine, tough and slender, which guides us to collect Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng at the top of the cliff.

When Miao Er needs a glass of water, never send a bucket of water. And when you need a bucket of water, never give a glass of water. Giving in due time is a skill of a good gardener. My teacher, this is your art of education.

Regardless of the cold inkstone in Qin Xin, peaches are ripe and dripping, but plums are ripe and incompetent. It is easy to grow flowers, but difficult to educate people. The valley is very fragrant, poems are full of people, paintings are full of people, and talented people smile.

Teacher, you sow spring, ideals and strength with the noblest feelings of human beings. ...

Sowing with language, cultivating with colored pens, watering with sweat and nourishing with painstaking efforts are the noble work of our beloved teacher.

You work in the present, but you are building the future of the motherland; You teach in class, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland.

Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then students are the sand in the clam; You lick it, grind it, soak it, and wash it with love ... Over the years, the sand turns into pearls and shines.

There are countless proud and happy memories in your teaching career, but you keep them in your heart, just staring at a garden to be explored.

If I were a poet, I would write poems with enthusiasm and praise the vastness and profundity of the sea. And dedicated to you-my broad-minded and knowledgeable teacher.

Teachers are kindling, igniting the fire in students' hearts; Teachers are stone steps, carrying students to climb steadily step by step.

You are like a candle, thin as it is, but with a little heat and light, it illuminates others and exhausts yourself. This selfless dedication is unforgettable.

The language of your lectures is as sweet as a tinkling mountain spring, as cordial as a gurgling stream, and as exciting as a rushing river. ...

Spring silkworm has never said anything to brag about in her life, and the silver silk spit out is a ruler to measure the value of life. Dear teacher, you have never shown off in front of others, but the blooming peaches and plums are the highest evaluation for you.

Your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze and as sweet as a clear spring. Your love is more severe than father's love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than friendship. Your teacher's love is the greatest and cleanest in the world.

The value of fireflies is to shine on others with lights hanging from the back end; Your respect lies in always providing convenience for others.

Who scattered the rain and dew all over the earth? Who feeds the seedlings hard? It's you, teacher, you are a great gardener! Look at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one is not as hard as you, and which one is not as smiling as you!

Your lecture is so colorful. Each chapter seems to open a window in front of me and let me see a colorful new world. ...

Ah, with you, the garden is so gorgeous and the earth is full of spring! Teacher, please open the window and have a look. All this love and this garden full of peaches and plums are paying tribute to you!

Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how can so many beautiful flowers of the soul bloom? Ah, teacher, engineer of human soul, who is not praising you!

Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and happiness. Teacher, you are the sower of this hope and happiness!

Teacher, you are a cultivator and a sower of beauty. It is you, shining with beautiful sunshine, nourishing beautiful rain and dew, making our hearts green and full of flowers!

You are busy with the blooming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, silently hanging the shade of leaves! Ah, teacher, your spirit, always remember my heart!

You are more like a nameless root, let the young trees grow sturdily, let the branches bear rich fruits, but ask for nothing in return.

You gave us a ruler of life, let us measure it every day; You gave us a mirror of exemplary behavior, and let us learn everywhere.

You are a bridge, connecting the cut mountains for us and leading us to the peak of harvest; You are a green vine, tough and slender, which guides us to collect Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng at the top of the cliff.

When Miao Er needs a glass of water, never send a bucket of water. And when you need a bucket of water, never give a glass of water. Giving in due time is a skill of a good gardener. My teacher, this is your art of education.

Regardless of the cold inkstone in Qin Xin, peaches are ripe and dripping, but plums are ripe and incompetent. It is easy to grow flowers, but difficult to educate people. The valley is very fragrant, poems are full of people, paintings are full of people, and talented people smile.

Teacher, you sow spring, ideals and strength with the noblest feelings of human beings. ...

Sowing with language, cultivating with colored pens, watering with sweat and nourishing with painstaking efforts are the noble work of our beloved teacher.

You work in the present, but you are building the future of the motherland; You teach in class, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland.

Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then students are the sand in the clam; You lick it, grind it, soak it, and wash it with love ... Over the years, the sand turns into pearls and shines.

There are countless proud and happy memories in your teaching career, but you keep them in your heart, just staring at a garden to be explored.

If I were a poet, I would write poems with enthusiasm and praise the vastness and profundity of the sea. And dedicated to you-my broad-minded and knowledgeable teacher.

Teachers are kindling, igniting the fire in students' hearts; Teachers are stone steps, carrying students to climb steadily step by step.

You are like a candle, thin as it is, but with a little heat and light, it illuminates others and exhausts yourself. This selfless dedication is unforgettable.

The language of your lectures is as sweet as a tinkling mountain spring, as cordial as a gurgling stream, and as exciting as a rushing river. ...

Spring silkworm has never said anything to brag about in her life, and the silver silk spit out is a ruler to measure the value of life. Dear teacher, you have never shown off in front of others, but the blooming peaches and plums are the highest evaluation for you.

Your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze and as sweet as a clear spring. Your love is more severe than father's love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than friendship. Your teacher's love is the greatest and cleanest in the world.

The value of fireflies is to shine on others with lights hanging from the back end; Your respect lies in always providing convenience for others.

Who scattered the rain and dew all over the earth? Who feeds the seedlings hard? It's you, teacher, you are a great gardener! Look at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one is not as hard as you, and which one is not as smiling as you!

hope

Addition, subtraction, multiplication and division are not your efforts! Poetry and songs can't stop praising you! You water our ideal flowers with the nectar of knowledge; You moistened the beautiful fruit of our feelings with the clear spring of your heart. In this unusual festival, offer our deep blessing!

Every year, I send you the first sunshine of spring and a greeting card, my dear teacher. May spring be with you forever!

The sun shines and the gardener's heart is warm; Rain and dew moisten, peaches, plums and buds are red-I wish you a happy Teacher's Day.

You are a gardener, adding beauty to the mountains and rivers of the motherland; You are like a spring rain, nourishing peaches and plums, and the land of China is full of fragrance. In this festive festival, let me present a heart flower to express my loyal wishes to you.

Writing carols with rosy clouds all over the sky and composing poems with flowers all over the place can't express our congratulations on the teacher's holiday!

I am not your best student, but you are my most respected teacher. In your festival, I want to pay high tribute to you.

Dear teacher, your earnest teachings are like spring breeze, like Seo Woo, and you will never forget my heart. I sincerely wish you happiness!

We grow from seedlings to trees, but we will always be your students. I wish you more than 60 years old and the tree of life will be evergreen.

You teach students in accordance with their aptitude and are good at enlightening your mind. We congratulate you on your victory with excellent results!

Teacher, I wish you a generation of students and talents, and a generation of elites.

Teacher, you are sincere, kind and beautiful. May all the students' hearts be open to you.

May the music of my stream reverberate in your deep valley forever.

When the sea ebbs, colorful shells are left on the beach. When we graduate, we give our teachers sincere wishes.

Two Teachers' Day Poems

( 1)

Legend has it that angels sing beautiful songs when they are in the underworld.

I happened to pass that fork in the road.

The branches are cold and lonely.

The fragrance of sycamore flowers

A clean ray of light.

You broke a paper crane in your hand.

Long laugh

Oh, how quiet and noisy.

Lively loneliness staring at the distance.

I can't treat you like a sculpture or anything.

It's like thousands of walks

The trajectory is tortuous and must have its own direction.

Often ask, what is worthy of praise?

Unknown or earth-shattering

Well, I can hardly describe it with my mind.

Suddenly, you turn around.

A smile floats by the window.

It's just a metaphor

Just imagine.

The most touching hope turned out to be a casual look.

Passion precipitated and returned to my heart.

(2)

I don't know where the most beautiful language was born.

Yun San.

I only heard the cries of sparrows and rested at the window.

Dream is a phoenix flower.

Or stars.

And lighting

Everyone has their own light.

Cold or hot?

It is not because of persistence that we insist on silence.

It's not fantasy that makes you a little crazy.

Like everyone else.

You are ordinary and extraordinary.

Open up your own direction.

No admiring eyes

Don't look up so much.

The wind blew and the rain stopped.

A breath of Wei Yun floated across the river bank.

Teachers' Day Poetry-Teachers' Praise

How many years of seasonal cycles, how many spring, summer, autumn and winter,

You are a red candle burning bright life,

How much blood and sweat, not seeking fame and history.

You spread the fire of wisdom with true feelings.

Just like the spring silkworm gave her lifelong loyalty,

Just like Dong Mei singing the song of early spring.

How many sleepless nights, how many times the lights are on,

In the long night, there is a figure at your desk.

Add China hair to the hair, and the three-foot platform laughs.

You shorten the distance between heart and heart with love.

You are the sunshine that melts the cold ice and snow,

You are the guide to lead people out of the maze of science.

Ah! Glorious teachers and hardworking gardeners!

The fragrance of peaches and plums is your joy, silently dedicating your selfless heart.

Ah! Glorious teachers and hardworking gardeners!

The fragrance of peaches and plums is your joy, silently dedicating your selfless heart.

To mulberry trees

When you try to grow a new leaf

You can't wait to call me.

look at me

Chew your dedication.

When you have red cymbals for me

I am very happy.

Summon me

Look, I-

The sound of greedy chewing

How many days and nights

You have nurtured my clear body.

Grow old by yourself

Never complained a word.

And you don't expect

It is eternal in my memory.

I didn't say a word when I was ignorant.

Games for young people.

I don't feel old forever.

Also retreated to the distant horizon.

I know how to cry for you until today.

today

I just found out

I will always be your silkworm

Can't live without your sweet shoulders.

Hide under your soft and strong armpit

Enjoy your crown.

Broken sunlight shadow under the sieve.

Warm my every ignorant dream.

ah

until today

today

I only know how to cry for you.

I just found out

I will always be your silkworm

I held my shiny little head high.

But still can't say anything.

The language of love