Teacher, you are a song to encourage us. Teacher, you are a fishing lamp to guide us to the bright and hope. Teacher, you are a bridge. You pave the way for us with your youth. Let's look forward to our bright future.
You work in your own position in obscurity to guide us with your youth and even your life, but you have no regrets. You said, "I don't want the biggest hope is that if you all succeed in your studies, I will wake up with a smile in my dream." What simple words knock and shake people's hearts. What a simple wish that we forget you.
Often see you take a sick class clearly very uncomfortable but also reason to do strong. You want us to see the bright side of your spirit. Obviously the throat has been almost dumb to say, but forced himself to take medicine and drink water desperately. So that we can all students in the classroom to hear that clear, loud and sweet voice. Mingming's legs have stood to tremble, but they are still. After 45 minutes, all you have to do is to bear the burden silently and bury the pain deeply in your heart and never complain.
I would like to take advantage of your program on September 10 to say hello and send you my best wishes. By the way, I want to tell your teacher, do you know? One of the things I regret most now is that I will leave all my applause to the respectable and lovely teacher after I don't thank you.