In our lives, apart from our parents, teachers are the ones who have the merit to teach us to be human. Every year, on November 20th, we will again be grateful to the teacher - the quiet boatman on each trip of knowledge. Our teachers teach us many things, new things, help us grow, mature. Who can measure how much money teachers? Who can count how much love the teacher for the class? Collect class .............. we want to replace his deep thanks, although it is just a simple flower vase, but in it contains love and love of we donate to teachers.
This branch of bamboo is firm, stable, is the pillar, the basis for two branches spread softly based on. It is our pupils who are foolish, naive, relying on teachers - to be able to rise up in school, to the pinnacle of knowledge, later to build the country. Long time ago, the teacher is always the most noble feelings. The teacher is our second parent.Thousands of flowers, our students sent to teachers with love affection. These yellow roses symbolize our love for teachers. The yellow roses surrounding the branch as the love for teachers always in our hearts.
The beauty of glass cups gentle, elegant as the elegant, elegant teacher. The beauty of the dress is Vietnamese - feminine but no less powerful. The ao dai represents the Vietnamese woman.
It is the teacher's love: trust, guidance that put us on the path of knowledge. The path of roses as a path of knowledge is as thorny as bringing us many good things or challenges. The road is hard, hard but her game we are not afraid to have and will reap a lot of success.
The pupil is always attached with pen strokes, each pen strokes, the pen is a companion with us, help you write a good thing, right, warm the teacher's heart, fun with them. I am progressing on the path of roses, the path of knowledge is full of thorns. In this flower vase symbolizes the companion, we put here a flower - with a very simple name: banana flower. Banana is very familiar to us as a pen that accompanies students.
Forever by the child's voice echoes. It's far from where I thought yesterday. Lecture of the teacher as a dream, to fly away from the sky fairy.
There are quiet times look, teacher forehead, she deposited the wrinkles ... Childhood like the moonlight full moon, see the teacher heart, she same year.