The teacher quietly stands by the river of knowledge
Carrying many seasons of early sunshine and late rain
The old oars still murmur their breath
Leading people through the old dream harbor.

White powder falls like dew on an old afternoon
The dark blackboard retains gentle eyes
Each letter turns into a small flower
The teacher gently sowed to brighten one's own life.
Each page is a season of sowing seeds
The teacher plowed deep into the land of faith.
Shoulders heavy with silent time
His voice is soft and warm like dawn.
How many ferries have crossed without looking back
Only the river still has the teacher's shadow flowing silently
Silver hair like the tide patiently rises
Ripples in us of distant sunlight.
The teacher does not count the efforts he has made.
Just smile and watch the generation grow up
Amidst the vicissitudes of life, teachers are like bright stars.
Though hidden from the sky… light still shines everywhere.
The teacher quietly brought many small rivers
Returning to the shore of life with brilliant dawn colors
Though the dust of chalk covers the pages of time
The grace of a good teacher… is always engraved in my heart and will never fade.
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