I love my teacher.

The teacher is like a red candle.

Burning the torch in the hearts of the students,

But it burned itself,

Until the red candle is gray.

The teacher is like a gardener.

Raising our plant,

But I have worked hard,

Until the physical exhaustion.

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

what! The teacher is so selfless!

what! Teacher, we love you!

Four seasons of spring,

A few autumn rains wash the gap.

Dark hair frosted the sun and the moon,

Chalk is silent and written in spring and autumn.

Silk spit out of spring,

The tears in the candle are thicker in the autumn.

Spring sowing peaches and three thousand,

Autumn is full of fruit.

- Teacher, hard work

Who is it – leading us into the spacious classroom with ignorance,

Teach us a wealth of knowledge?

It is you! teacher!

You use hard sweat,

Nurtured the tender seedlings that had just broken the ground in spring.

Who is it - to naughty us

Can education be considerate of others who help others?

It is you! teacher!

Your care is like a harmonious spring breeze

Warm our hearts.

Who is it - to put us young

Cultivate a mature and sensible teenager?

It is you! teacher!

Your protection allows us to grow healthily.

In the golden autumn season, the fruit is achieved.

You have worked hard! teacher!

People who work hard in the heat of the summer.

You have worked hard! teacher!

Dedicated to youth and selflessness.

Haikou, Haikou, Haikou, Hainan, 21st National Primary Year: Mao Hongqi