The teacher is the beacon that guides the way in the sea of ??learning, the teacher is the big hand in climbing, and the teacher is the eternal guardian in the process of growth. The following is what I brought to you, I hope it will inspire you.
Chapter 1: Gratitude to Teacher
Author: Crimson Light Red
Teacher
September Wind
Blowing the autumn chrysanthemums yellow
Blowing the fragrant golden osmanthus
It also blows the white hair on your temples
In the light and shadow of the passing years
p>I seem to be back in your classroom again
Your hands stained with chalk powder
Guiding us into one after another
Colorful The beautiful world
Your kind words
sooth our once restless hearts
Your encouraging eyes
accompany us as we walk Live those unforgettable green years
It’s you
In the soil of our souls
It’s you who sow the seeds of truth, goodness and beauty
It’s you< /p>
Holding the beacon of knowledge
Lighting up our life path
I know
Three-foot podium
It is your favorite place
Solution of doubts and teaching
It is your most persistent pursuit
The world is filled with peaches and plums
It is you The long-cherished wish of a lifetime
The right way is
The end of the world has its end
Only the teacher’s kindness will last forever
In this beautiful September< /p>
——On your holiday
Let me express my gratitude in words
Dedicated to my eternal teacher
Chapter 2: Teacher What is it
Author: Yimeng Qingqing
Teachers are a group of mining workers
Our hearts
are their construction sites
Our faith
Stands from them
Don’t say they are poor
They have the spirit of multinational corporations
No one can estimate the total assets
Teachers are like ever-lasting lights
Hung on our foreheads
Looking through the long tunnel of history
Exploring According to every corner of reality
Conceive several centuries of glory
Don’t say they are noble
They have a bright think tank group
Who has the total energy? It is also difficult to calculate
Teachers are like pieces of clay
Keep all the roots
We are traveling across the ocean
The General Assembly Thinking about
The black eyes on the yellow earth
Don’t call them mediocre
They are contracting all the hope projects
There is no luxury anywhere Manor
Chapter 3: Ode to the Teacher
Author: Comfortable Wind
It is late at night
The lively county town gradually quieted down< /p>
The earth fell into silence
Whose home is this?
The lights are still bright
A familiar figure crouched beside the desk
Sometimes writing vigorously
Sometimes thinking hard
Sometimes looking solemn
Sometimes joy appears on the face
Who is she
p>
For whom I write
For whom I think
For whom I am happy
For whom I am worried
Oh
She is our beloved Teacher Zhang
Did you know
Teacher Zhang
In our hearts
You are like a A gardener
More like our mother
You use your hard-working hands
Put off our long branches
You use your broad Your shoulders
Hold up a blue sky for us
You use your silent perseverance
to pave our way to success
You use your burning youth
to lead us into the palace of acquiring higher knowledge
Your dedication
We can see it
Your teachings
We can remember
Your hard work
We can feel it even more
Dear Teacher Zhang
On the occasion of Teacher's Day
Please allow me to say
Thank you for your hard work
I used to be naughty
Then I don’t listen to you
I used to be rebellious
making you so worried
You use
your tolerance
Your thoughtfulness
Your sincerity
Your love
is full of sunshine on our growth path
Covered with flowers
One day
We will grow up
One day
Seedlings It will grow into a towering tree
The way we move forward
contains how much sweat you have
how much hard work
How much hard work
How much expectation
It’s really hard to explain
Words can’t even describe it
Thousands of words Thousands of words combined into one sentence
Teacher Zhang
Thank you from the bottom of my heart
Chapter 4: Remembering Teacher
Author: Guobin
p>Teacher
You are the Dragon Boat Festival in my courtyard
Shake and shake
It becomes a fairy tale in my heart
Teacher
You are the firefly flying in front of my eyes
Catching and catching
I have grown up in your fluorescent light Great
Teacher
You are Zhou Gong’s Butterfly Dream
Read and read
My head is already infected before I wake up from the dream white hair