1, the wind and rain outside tormented me, and the warm sunshine in the room warmed me, because I have you in the room, and I will always love your mother!
Your love is as warm as sunshine, as warm as spring breeze and as sweet as clear water. Your love is more severe than father's love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than friendship. Your teacher's love is the greatest and cleanest in the world.
3, the clothes are still the same, and the lights are still the same. Your familiar blackboard writing and familiar voice lead our thoughts to the past student days. Oh, teacher ...
From my birth to my happy arrival in this world, grandma is the one who loves me the most. That kind of love is the endless water of the sea, the endless heat of the sun, and the meticulous care in my life. Because of this, I also love my grandmother very much.
5. In my heart, you are the sternest father and the kindest mother; You are an unsung hero and a famous teacher.
6. The name engraved on the board may not be immortal, and the name engraved on the stone may not be immortal; Teacher, your name is engraved in our hearts, which is truly eternal.
7. Birds encounter wind and rain and hide in their nests; There is wind and rain in my heart, always hiding in your arms-teacher, you are my umbrella and wind wall, how can I not thank you!
8. You warm every classmate's heart with fire-like emotion, countless hearts are stirred by you, and even your back is condensed with fiery eyes. ...
9. Time slipped through my fingers, and fifteen years passed quickly, leaving only your concern and love for me. It is like a red thread, which binds you and me tightly and never separates us. Mom wishes you happiness, I love you!
10, dear husband, is the "big man" who took off his coat and sheltered you from the wind and rain with his arms when it rained.
1 1. I often praise my dear husband. Even if I sometimes go too far and even feel sick, this action can't be changed. For me, this is a kind of enjoyment, because I like to see the smug expression on his face and the way he is happy.
12. Looking at my mother with white hair and wrinkled face, please accept my deepest blessing to you in this festival that belongs to you: Happy holidays and always be young.
13, you are not an actor, but you attracted our hungry eyes; You are not a singer, but let the clear spring of knowledge tinkle and sing charming songs; You are not a sculptor, but you are shaping the soul of young people ... Teacher, how can I forget you!
14, my parents, when I am tired, I will think of you, my parents, when I have a lover,
15, burning yourself without stint, releasing all the heat, all the light and all the energy. Teacher, you are like a red candle, loved and admired!
16, I am not your best student, but you are my most respected teacher. In your festival, I want to pay high tribute to you.
17, after a long time, your voice often rings in my ear; Your figure often appears in front of my eyes; Your teachings, in my heart forever ...
18, the window is the brightest in the middle of the night, the road is the earliest in the morning, and the three-foot platform is the most romantic. This is you-a glorious people's teacher!
19, although my father is not good at expressing, he is a simple-hearted person. For a long time, my father was like a cold and distant statue in my heart.
20. The teacher took pains to educate me. The teacher is a fire, which ignited the fire in the students' hearts. Teachers are stone steps, carrying students to climb steadily step by step.
2 1, dear teacher, your earnest teachings are like spring breeze, like Seo Woo, and will always be remembered in my heart. I sincerely wish you happiness!
22. Mother, I want to call you the holy river, because my ship is sailing on your sparkling waves. You brought me to the other side of growing up. Holy river! May you be clear and beautiful and flow to the holy and beautiful sea for a long time!
23. I searched the starry sky and found nothing brighter than my mother's face, traveled all over the earth and found nothing firmer than my father's shoulder.
Dear husband, that's the "stupid man" who pours leftover rice into the bowl like garbage, and he still eats like a pig.
25. You sent me into a colorful world, and you brought me into an infinite world ... Teacher, my heart is calling for you and saluting you.
26. Dear husband, that's the "cute man" who you are too lazy to coquetry with and ask him to pour water and wash your feet, knowing that he is still willing to sink in.
27. Fatherly love is profound, great, pure and unrequited, but it is bitter, incomprehensible, melancholy and unattainable.
28. My father gave me an inspiration, a lesson, a love that I couldn't understand for a while but benefited for life.
29. I will think of you, my parents, and I will think of you when I am pregnant.
Dear husband, that is, the "poor man" who blows his nose and drinks tea, eats vegetables with too much salt and pepper, and shakes his head with tears and says, "My wife's cooking is really delicious".
3 1, they swept away the civilization of the city with brooms; It is they who bring out the cleanliness of the city with dustpans; It is they who play the first note of the labor movement every morning.
32. xu teacher, you are my painting brush, my notes during exams, my memories after graduation, and my bright light in life. Teacher, you are a candle that brings us light; You are a gardener, watering the flowers of the motherland; You are Milan, dedicate yourself silently!
33. Mom: You worked hard for me, and your black hair turned white. Today is your festival. Mom, thank you! You have worked hard! I will try my best to repay you, my dearest mother!
When I was young, my mind was full of feminist thoughts. Naturally, I don't know why I want to praise men. Why give men face? I think I'm excellent. Anyway, I should be praised!
35. Father's love in memory: there is no asking questions, no love to touch the forehead, no outstretched hand when falling, and no calmness to rely on when tired.
Dear husband, that's the "unlucky guy" who silently soaked you in brown sugar water when your "old friend" came to help you buy sanitary napkins for fear of being seen by acquaintances, but hurriedly grabbed the wrong thing and jumped back to be scolded.
37. We have moved from naivety to maturity and from ignorance to civilization. It is you, dear teacher, who lit up my way forward with the torch of life!
38. I can't forget your gentle and drizzly words, which cleaned up the dust and mud in my heart; I can't forget your mighty east wind-like exhortation and summon up the courage to move forward. Teacher, I am grateful to you all my life!
I miss you, dear teacher! I cherish the gaze of your bright eyes in my heart. They are like clear water with two eyes, flowing in my heart forever. ...
40. I don't know to cherish your kind words. Once you are not with me, I know how important you are to me. Mom, I hope you adults don't remember villains, and be safe and happy every day.
4 1. There are many ways to thank your mother for her love. Nothing costs money. As long as it can make mom happy, this is the best gift.
42. Today, I am in a distant place, folding the yesterday you gave me into a boat of memory and floating it in the lake of missing.
43. Teacher, although I have been away for a long time, your image seems to be a bright spot, which has been flashing in my heart.
44. I have traveled all over Qian Shan, seen the ebb and flow of the tide, experienced ups and downs, tasted ups and downs, and always felt that your arms were the warmest! No matter how far I go, I will always be attached to my heart. Happy mother's day to mom!
45. I am a bird flying from the eaves of my hometown. Every feather grows under your affectionate care and earnest instruction.
46. Silkworm has never said anything to brag about in her life. The silver silk spit out is a ruler to measure the value of life. Dear teacher, you have never shown off in front of others, but the blooming peaches and plums are the highest evaluation for you.
47. Wearing the eyes of the villagers in the mountain village, like a ray of sunshine, a cavity of love and sincerity burns in the heart like a mountain flower.
48. Whenever the bell rings, the plough of language will cross the hard heart and cultivate a green dream in the sound of reading.
49. Your lectures are colorful. Your words are moistened like saplings after a long drought. Under your nourishment, we have grown into towering trees.
50. Give me spirit, gentleness and maternal love ... Teacher, you only give and never take. How can I not show my sincere respect to you?
During the epidemic, my college life was spent studying, volunteering for epidemic prevention, and seizing the business opportunities der