Sowing seeds with words, cultivating with colored pens, watering with sweat, moisturizing with your heart and blood, this is your supreme job.
Cold and summer, sprinkled with hard work, spring and autumn, a piece of pure sincerity fist. Gushing buds, nurturing peach and plum, selfless dedication. With life and love, shaping a generation. Between today and tomorrow, build a golden bridge, between reality and ideals, lay the runway, this is your lifelong career.
The sweat of the gardener, shining on the green leaves. The sweat of the teacher, the result in the mind. The gardener's dream is often the fragrance of flowers and the shade of leaves. The dream of the teacher is often a childish smiling face and a loud book, which is your persistent pursuit.
There is only spring on the calendar, only seeds in life, and only joy in life for the growth of children, this is your busy work.
With dexterous hands, plant the peach and plum that are forever fragrant, and cultivate the flowers that never fade with deep love, this is your grand ambition!
Watch the annual warbler fly grass long, resist the annual cicada singing butterfly dance, sigh the annual autumn rain fluttering, endure the annual cold ice and snow. Read thousands of volumes, worry about the world.
Hymns are sung for you, music is played for you, flowers are clustered with you, hard-working gardeners, beloved teachers.