Don"t forget who taught me; Don"t forget who is in confused direction; Don"t forget who let the world with love and a model master; Don"t forget who is with hard to build the palace of knowledge.
Someone says: are you a silkworm, vomit not the continuous string and die. Someone says: you are the candle, to the best of the last drop of tears to illuminate the dark night sky; Some say: you are the morning dew, often before dawn, moistens the land silently all things; Someone said, you are an evening, after the return of the sun, with the last light burning sky.
The teacher! You said, what I need most is paving the way, the most happiness or burning; I"m just a wisp of a clear blue sky fly smoke, do not showily, beautiful in natural; I was just on the journey that piece of old stepstone, it is the dark distant heaven; I just, I"m just a drop of water droplets in the mightiest rivers, quietly come, go easy.
My dear teacher! You draw the rainbow on the blackboard, but wipe the utilitarian; Podium you lift up the others, but give yourself; Is the years old you, chalk dyed your temples; You release a lot of hope and keep nest still is you! Dear teacher, I want to say to you: you meet, is the "companion to dipper; You are three feet land the ploughman, the three inch tool drivers; You are the human culture disseminator, the world forward driver; You are the designer of the human soul, social tide of torsion. You are the spring breeze, blow green mountains, you are the sun, light up each<< corner; You are the lighthouse, guide the lost boat racing knowledge of the ocean, you are a red candle, sprinkle sunlight without mean to the world; Your feelings on coals, dyed red wintersweet branch, burning themselves, gave me yearning for spring, green leaves a piece of hope; You will be book of the build by laying bricks or stones, gone with the wind made snowflakes, gray hair, gave me a pure dream, a pair of wind strong wings; You are coming from the sea of knowledge, with a joined oasis, sprinkle with sweat, all the way to moisten my thirsty heart, a kind of pursuit of desire. When wax torch to ashes, you are immortal.
When the silk and you will be eternal! Mo looking back on the footsteps of spring and autumn in my life in your expectations vision to continue forward...
不会遗忘是谁教会了我思想；不会遗忘是谁在迷茫里指引方向；不会遗忘是谁让世界有爱和书声琅琅；不会遗忘是谁用辛勤构建知识的殿堂。
有人说：你是春蚕，吐不尽那绵绵的情丝至死方休！有人说：你是蜡烛，洒尽最后一滴泪雨去照亮漆黑的夜空；也有人说：你是朝露，常在黎明到来之前，默默滋润着大地万物；还有人说：你是晚霞，当太阳回归之后，用最后一丝光亮燃烧苍穹。
老师啊！你自己却说：我最渴望的就是铺路，最幸福的还是燃烧；我只是湛蓝天上的一缕飞烟，不慕华贵，美在天然；我只是征途上那块苍老的阶石，是黑暗中那颗遥远的寒星；我只是，我只是滔滔江河中的一滴水珠，来也悄悄，去也从容。
亲爱的老师！黑板上你画出了彩虹，却擦去了功利；讲台上你举起了别人，却奉献了自己；是岁月苍老了你的容颜，是粉笔染白了你的两鬓；你放飞了许多的希望，而守巢的却依旧是你！亲爱的老师，我想对你说：你是启明星的迎接者，北斗星的陪伴者；你是三尺土地的耕耘者，三寸工具的驾驶者；你是人类文化的传播者，世界前进的推动者；你是人类灵魂的设计者，社会乾坤的扭转者。你是春风，吹绿了一座座山头，你是阳光，照亮了每个角落；你是灯塔，引导迷茫之舟驰骋知识海洋，你是红烛，把光热毫不吝啬地洒向人世间；你用火炭的心情，染红了腊梅的枝头，燃烧了自已，给了我春的向往，一片希望的绿叶；你将书砌的冰山，飘做了雪花，花白了头发，给了我纯洁的梦想，一双寒风中坚强的翅膀；你从知识的海洋走来，手捧一掬甘泉，洒下一路汗水，滋润了我干渴的心田，一种孜孜以求的愿望。当蜡炬成灰时，你就是不朽.
当蚕丝吐尽时，你将会永恒！蓦回首串起春秋的脚步我的人生在你的期待的目光里继续向前向前……
