How many travelers go back and forth on the empty wharf?

Those who cross the river, who remember the river of life

Each line of a silent life,

Silently like dust falling…!

The life of a teacher is like a silent ferryman, but also so noble! I am not a father, but I still call him Master, not with the same last name, but still call me Miss. Because the father is the one who gave birth to the child, but the teacher is the boatman to bring the child to the wharf. Indeed, the person who is still working day and night on a blank page is to send their whole heart and great love of teachers, every drop of dust written on is a grain of chalk that crystallizes knowledge for their children. baggage that accompanies children throughout life. Because that's why when raising the teacher's two voices - how great is the sacred! Teachers - a warm, loving voice that will always remain in the memory of each student. Every word of poetry that I sing is also an expression of my gratitude and overflowing love for my teachers. Perhaps, if students are birds, teachers will be the wings to lift them up to their dream of flying high above the horizon. If students are fish, teachers will be the fins and tails of fish to help them swim out in the middle of the vast east sea, in the vast world to experience together. Like fathers and mothers, they have nurtured and guided their children to grow up step by step, cherishing their children with greater faith and hope. Are the teachers, those who always love and work hard, are always cherishing a wish, a bright and open future and bringing the next generation of students into that magical world! Nothing can compare with the hard work of teachers and aunts in the career of growing people. How many generations of students have passed, the teacher's hair has become more and more white over the years, but the passion for bringing knowledge and valuable lessons to his students will forever remain unchanged in each person. teacher.