On Teachers' Lyric Argumentation

September is a poem full of affection and hope;

September is a song full of success and joy.

In this fruitful season, we have ushered in this grand festival-Teacher's Day.

Thank you teacher! You use the most beautiful and vivid language to teach us the true meaning of life and lead us to swim in the ocean of knowledge.

Thank you teacher! It is you who have inspired our hearts and corrected our direction.

Thank you teacher! It is you who let us have beautiful thoughts, firm beliefs and bravely set foot on the future.

How can seedlings bloom without hard work and careful cultivation of sweat? Without sharpening their wings in stormy weather, how can the young eagle run to the clouds far away from Wan Li?

How can we forget: you told us how to be a man, polish our eyes and distinguish between black and white loyalists and traitors; It is you who led us into the treasure house of books and strolled in the grand palace of knowledge; It is you who led us to rivers, lakes and seas, and honed our will in stormy waves from childhood. It's you, dear teacher! How warm, how meticulous, how touching! Although times have changed, your teachings and help will be embedded in our hearts like a knife.

When we are wandering in the predicament of naivety and maturity, wandering on the edge of confusion and awakening, dear teacher, you will come to our side, ignite my melancholy thoughts with your full passion and blood, let go of my courage, float my weak arms and beat my timid chest. If the green leaf's character is to work hard and then die,

Teacher, the figure of your desk sick book, the breeze in front of the window remembers; You study hard and remember the stars all over the sky; You go to class in a hurry, remember the campus path; Your careful teaching, your students-we will remember it.

I don't know whether autumn, winter, spring and summer painted traces of time, or whether the wind and rain wrinkled your face, but you never took credit. Although you have worked hard in your years, you are still so obscure and persist in a great and sacred cause.

Some people say that you are the best friend of the strong and the ideal key; Some people say that you are the cradle of success and the torch of progress. The most wonderful words in the world can't tell you how selfless you are and how affectionate your teaching is!

Give me an enlightened Song Ming,

Give me a key to wisdom,

Give me a colorful dream,

Give me a white memory.

On this sacred day, I deeply thank you, our most beloved teacher!

What is the swelling like?