Childish little face, a pair of eager eyes, staring at you hopefully; On that three-foot platform, you cultivated this hundred flowers garden month after month and year after year, dotted with every sweet smile. I listen to your teachings, and my confused and blank mind is full of your profound knowledge; Naughty children, under your earnest instruction, are full-fledged and willing to face the thorns of life. Now, half a century later, the feeling is still the same, the scene is still the same, the more respect, the stronger the love. Fifty years of life, a snap of your fingers. Let me light a red candle, and in her flickering candlelight, I will look back at every teacher who helps me solve my doubts, spread my knowledge and teach me. From parents to me; From me to my son, generation after generation, you have given us enlightenment and knowledge. Now, it is September again. In this harvest season, every student admitted to university and every graduate who goes to work will reap not only the fruitful fruits of your hard work, but also your's ardent expectations and deep feelings. From the day I entered school at the age of eight, I shouted almost every day: Hello, teacher! So today, let me, an old student who has entered the age of knowing destiny and graduated for more than 40 years, once again say with deep affection: Hello, teacher! Your black hair has been dyed white by years; Your style and age, with a batch of peaches and plums all over the world, have increased several wrinkles. You people who teach and educate people, like burning red candles, ignite yourself, illuminate the fragrance of peaches and plums from generation to generation and illuminate the pillars of the motherland. How can I express my infinite respect and deep gratitude to you by singing Ode to a Red Candle and reciting Ode to a Gardener? Time flies, I work hard and serve the society with your scientific knowledge. I will keep in mind your teaching that "learn when you are advanced, help when you are backward, give up when you are honored, and make progress when you are in trouble" and be a useful person to society. Today, in the golden autumn of your, I can proudly tell you that I have lived up to your's expectations. No matter where I am, I silently celebrate your festival in my own way and express my thoughts and respect for you. Autumn season is a harvest season and a teacher's holiday. Golden Autumn is a song dedicated to teachers. Because I am a teacher for a day, a father for life, and a parent's teacher, wherever I go, I will always remember you and bless you. Look at the fiery red sorghum, that is my sincere blessing to you! Rich ears of rice, that is the best reward for you! The drooping branches are a high tribute to you.

The next part: "The autumn wind is blowing, and the waves in the Dongting are under the leaves." When the first red leaves swayed in the wind, another group of students entered the hall of dreams. Drinking its water has its source. Learn from it when you succeed. Once upon a time, we were just a caterpillar crawling on the ground, knowing nothing about green, but also carefree. It is you who have opened the skylight of ignorant life, opened our thirst for knowledge and made our hearts eager to fly. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. I thought of the burning red candle. Quietly, burning yourself, but illuminating others. -selflessness, enlightenment and origin. I think this is the best interpretation of the teacher's red candle spirit. The faint candlelight poured his life's efforts and brought light to the world. When the dark and bumpy road of life ignites a glimmer of hope; When we walk through thorns and hopes by pulsating candlelight, it exhausts the power of life. It is it, with endless burning, that has created the brilliance of thousands of people. The faint candlelight inspires the soul and inserts the wings of dreams for us. I remember a famous biologist who attributed all his achievements to the enlightenment of his childhood teacher when answering a reporter's question. That sincere encouragement, though vaguely remembered by a teacher who is over 500 years old, is like a seed, which is planted in a young mind and takes root. It is that little candlelight that lights up the heart lamp and makes the insignificant little seed in the past thrive. The faint candlelight, beating endlessly, has become a permanent force on our life path. There is a saying in ancient poetry: once a teacher, always a father. No matter where we are, the faint candlelight will always light our way forward. When it is successful and brilliant, it cheers for us and shares our joy, but the quiet light always reminds us to make persistent efforts and create greater glories; When we are lost, it is calm and bright, silently encouraging and giving us strength. Walking on the journey of life, when we look back on yesterday, it is the warm candlelight that accompanies the beginning and the end. Perhaps, that faint light is limited enough to illuminate the whole world. But it is that little light that keeps us on both sides of the road of life and will not get lost because of the helplessness of thorns. We have tears to shed and are full of strength. The faint candlelight, with its broad and selfless warmth, infected the world. Guide us with wisdom and vicissitudes. It is said that life is like the wind, coming and going without a trace. However, when the jumping fire goes out, the warmth of love spreads and ripples in the world.