Planting in your land,
Call in the spring, the
怯怯地we drilled the ground,
For the sun,
The beginning of life the growth of seedlings.
In this piece of land
We bathed in the genial sunshine,
We are rooted in fertile soil,
Filled with people of talent, flowers fragrance,
How this kind of life is happiness!
I was one of the well-being of the grass tree,
Are you looking at me:
Take root, sprout, grow,
You taught me:
This is the stars, it is the moon;
Greater shivering in the cold wind, the
You tell me: is not afraid, not afraid!
Children, equinox winds again ah!
Your breath is so scent,
I can not help shouting:
Mom! You are worthy of our mother.
Rong ten dead, several Chiu-Liang,
In the Teacher's Day, the
When I was an ordinary grass,
Xiaocaohu language used to you, blessing
Autumn breeze, the
You will hear:
Hear the cries of many grass trees:
Mama, we thank you!
献给老师的赞歌
在您播种的土地上，
在春风的呼唤中，
我们怯怯地钻出了地面，
面向太阳，
生命的小苗开始生长。
在这片土地上，
我们沐浴着和煦的阳光，
我们植根肥沃的土壤，
桃李芬芳，花海飘香，
这样的生活是多么幸福！
我就是其中的一棵幸福的小草，
是您，看着我：
生根，发芽，成长，
是您教给我：
这是星星，那是月亮；
大我在寒风中瑟瑟发抖时，
是您告诉我：不怕，不怕!
孩子，春分吹又生啊！
您的气息是如此的馨香，
我禁不住呼喊：
妈妈！您就是我们可敬的妈妈。
十载枯荣，几度秋凉，
在教师节时，
当我是一棵平凡的小草，
就用小草的语言向您，祝福，
秋风吹过的时候，
您会听到：
听到许多棵小草的呼喊：
妈妈，我们谢谢您！