"A poem to the teacher"

September: It is the golden season;

September: It is a happy season

September: It is the season of fruitfulness;

September: It is a season of innocence and romance;

Facing the zephyr of September,

We came to the clouds.

Take a white cloud to the teacher;

Take a rainbow to the teacher;

Dear teacher:

We can't forget,

I can't forget your amiable voice on the stage;

I can't forget the hard work of the office;

Can't forget your sweet smile on the playground;

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Countless respect for you

You use the crystal key,

Open the door to knowledge,

The shower in your hand,

Breeding us these flowers grow healthily

We won,

You are our teachers;

We are rich,

You are still our teacher;

Whether we succeed or not,

You will always be our teacher.

Dear teacher,

At your holiday,

We have a deep affection: "You are working hard!"

We sincerely wish: "Happy holidays!"