"Crafting Core with Rain-like Grace: To the Teachers"

The September breeze sweeps across the land of Yan and Zhao,  

Carrying the clarity of iron and the scent of ancient books.  

In the hum of lathes and the whisper of gears,  

We hear another kind of precision echo—  

The rhythm of chalk gliding across blackboards,  

The glow of equations and verses blooming in the morning light.  

You measure the boundaries of knowledge with your fingers,  

As we calibrate every tolerance with vernier calipers.  

You polish the edges of thought with patience,  

Just as CNC machines sculpt the texture of metal.  

The threads of formulas and theorems,  

The welds of literature and history,  

Tighten into eternal structures within young minds.  

By day, you stand like pillars on the three-foot podium,  

Supporting the domes of a thousand soaring dreams.  

By night, your desk lamp and our welding sparks  

Merge into the same galaxy over the North China Plain,  

All to temper rough blanks  

Into gleaming components.  

Today, let steel learn the language of softness,  

Let gears mesh with the rhythm of gratitude.

All machines pause their roar for a moment  

To speak for us: "Dear teacher, we salute you."  

As autumn dew dampens your sleeves,  

Accept this tribute from the kingdom of mechanics.  

May your life always possess  

The resilience of metal and the warmth of silk.  

May your autumn bear fruits  

Smoother than bearings.  

— From Hebei Evo-Tech Machinery Manufacturing Co.,Ltd