Teacher's Day Poetry Reading 1: "Admire the Gardener" You warm every student's heart with fire-like emotions.
Countless hearts are stirred by you,
Even your back is condensed with fiery eyes. ...
You are not an actor, but you attract our hungry eyes;
You are not a singer, but let the clear spring of knowledge tinkle and sing charming songs;
You are not a sculptor, but you are shaping the souls of a group of young people. ...
Teacher, how can I forget you!
The name engraved on the board may not live forever,
The name engraved on the stone may not last forever;
Teacher, your name is engraved in our hearts.
This is really everlasting.
Your thoughts, your words,
Full of poetry and philosophy,
It's amazing,
In my heart, how many wonderful ripples they have aroused!
You respect sincerity and honesty, which is regarded as the rule of life.
You are a model in the eyes of our students.
I worship great men and celebrities,
But I am more eager to dedicate my respect and praise to an ordinary person-my teacher, you.
You are strict with us and take your own actions as an example.
Teacher's Day Poetry Recitation II: "Miss the Gardener" All the past will turn into cordial nostalgia.
Teacher, I miss my middle school days, my alma mater and you. ...
If time can go back, let me go back to my school days.
Dear teacher, how I want to listen to your inculcation again. ...
After parting, your voice often echoes in my ears for a long time;
Your figure often appears in front of my eyes;
Your teachings, in my heart forever ...
Life is an endless road. I walk, walk, keep walking.
When I am tired and slack, your firm face, firm voice and tenacious spirit will float in my memory.
Teacher, you have taught me life, how can I forget you!
Whenever I harvest, I can't help but miss the hard-working cultivator-the teacher.
Teacher, although I have been away for a long time, your image seems to be a bright light, which has been flashing in my heart.
Today, I am in a distant place, folding the yesterday you gave me into a boat of memory and floating it in the lake of missing. The clothes are still the same, and the lights are still the same.
Your familiar blackboard writing and familiar voice lead our thoughts to the past student days.
Oh, teacher ... Miss you, dear teacher!
I cherish the gaze of your bright eyes in my heart. They are like clear water with two eyes, flowing in my heart forever. ...
Those who drink its stream will cherish its source, and when they learn, they will miss my teacher.