Funmaxland in Beijing wishes all teachers a happy holiday.

Trees have their own sentiments; grass has its own fragrance; the sea has its vast expanse; and rivers carry their own gentle waves. These words have lingered in my heart, stirring deep emotions. I must face this honorable title with sincerity: I am a people’s teacher.

Teachers’ diligent efforts have left behind a trail of shining footprints. With their kind hearts and sincere devotion, they pursue the dawn of our times. The Yangtze and the Yellow River surge with deep affection, while the blue sky and the vast sea hold steadfast loyalty. Perseverance and arduous striving—two timeless rivers—combine to form a mighty roar: toiling in sowing, cultivating ideals, invigorating the nation through science and education, and propelling the people’s rise. Teachers weave songs of dedication, pouring their love into every classroom and out into the world. With resolute, unwavering steps, they forge a path aglow with light, setting the wheels of our era in motion toward the road ahead. As the tide of reform surges against the embankment of the heart, great waves crash forward in ceaseless innovation; teachers grow ever more spirited, and ever younger at heart.

Ordinary days slip by in the blink of an eye; through wind and rain, we forge a bond of genuine affection.

In September’s tale, each episode is truly magical; in September’s symphony, every movement is melodious and enchanting.

The teacher, with his undying candlelight, illuminates others, embodying the true spirit of being a role model and dedicating oneself to teaching and nurturing. On the fields, he pours forth the sweat of cultivation; by the broad highways, he weaves vibrant, multicolored patterns. May those proud children of the new century become little suns, rising and blazing in the East of the earth, forging a brand‑new era, kindling wondrous hopes, and building a bright future.