Beautiful prose poem about gratitude to teachers

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

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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

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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

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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

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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