The flower thanks rain, because rain to moisten it grow; goshawk Thanksgiving sky, because the sky let it fly; mountain Thanksgiving earth, because the earth it tall; I am grateful to my teacher, because the teacher opens the wisdom door, let me travel in the ocean of knowledge. As I grew up, your deep love of the teachers has been around. Yes, the teacher is a sacred profession. The teacher is the Enlightenment of the pillars of the motherland, the creator there is no teacher, how will the motherland's prosperity today? Like the teacher won Ding, hard to cultivate the motherland flowers. Teachers, though not our loved ones, but wins is our loved ones! Is undoutable. A good teacher! Time passes in a hurry, and is a teacher, the teacher, you worked hard, whenever the dead of night, you have in preparing lessons, looking at your shadow, I couldn't help wanted to say: "thank you, teacher, whenever we encounter do not understand the problem, you are patiently explained to us, watching you, I couldn't help but think to say" thank you, teacher. Whenever we naughty fun or not doing homework, you will not scold us, just give us serious reason. Let us recognize the error. It takes a hundred years. I will forget the teacher's teachings. Some people say, you like, because the mountains towering, revered. I want to say, you like the sea, because Ohai Hiro, immeasurable. Thank you, teacher.