A letter to the history teacher
The spring rain is silent, and the wind moistens the peaches and plums at night; Qiuyang is lucky, it shines with fruitful results. Congratulations to the gardener. In September, autumn is crisp. This is the season of autumn, harvest and return. With the fruitful results of this season, we have ushered in the 2nd1Teachers' Day. Here, please allow us, on behalf of all the students, to extend our holiday greetings to the faculty and staff of the whole school! Teacher, you have worked hard!
The fate of a country depends on education. In the long history of the country and the nation, you shoulder the glorious mission of connecting the past with the future; You burn yourself like a candle, and spend your whole life cultivating students from generation to generation. Whether students or graduate students, the growth of each of us embodies your's hard work. Small stage, great achievements, three-foot platform limited square inch, but it carries your lofty ideals and brilliant career. You sow with words, cultivate with chalk, irrigate with sweat, and moisten with painstaking efforts. Every silver thread of yours has witnessed the course of our growth; Every wrinkle of yours is deeply engraved in our hearts. Looking at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one is not as hard as yours? Which one doesn't have your efforts? Your's dedication made Central South University brilliant. Your painstakingly described the glorious scene of Central South University. Because of you, the school has shown more gratifying vitality on the road of sustainable development and building an innovative university.
Liu Zongyuan said in the Tang Dynasty: "The world is not a teacher, so it is appropriate to leave." A teacher is like an anchor. While burying themselves, they silently held the big ship of society in the dungeon and kept it motionless in the stormy waves. Some people say that teachers are like mountains, because mountains are lofty and revered. But we still have to say: "the teacher's kindness is like the sea, because the sea is boundless and immeasurable." Your mind is like the sea, sticking to the sacred post and sowing our hearts. No pains, no gains. You sow sweat and reap peaches and plums. Teachers are the helmsman of our growth, with the same tolerance as the sea. With profound knowledge and tireless spirit, you braved the wind and waves to take us to the other side of success. Let's taste the tears and laughter, pain and happiness of fighting life.
There is a love in the world. She doesn't ask for anything in return, she doesn't ask for anything in return, she has no end, she doesn't hesitate, and she is completely from the heart. This sincere and sincere love flows from generation to generation. Who gave us this love? It's you, our dear teacher. How can we thank you? When we came to you, we wanted to harvest a spring breeze, but you gave us the whole spring. When we came to you, we wanted to catch a wave, but you gave us the whole ocean. We came to you to pick a red leaf, but you gave us the whole maple forest.
Addition, subtraction, multiplication and division are countless contributions you have made; Poetry and songs praise you constantly. A thousand words condense into a deep blessing: Happy holidays, teacher!
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Salute!