1, paper crane
Fold and fold.
All for friendship.
This was taught by the teacher.
Give it back to the teacher.
Tell the memory of many years.
2. "Green tea"
I can't be more considerate.
Look at the shallow water.
Smell the faint scent of tea.
The child is very refreshing.
Moisturizes all the past.
3. Carnation
The little one.
Be held higher than the podium by students.
In an instant, the eyes of teachers and students gathered.
Family and love blend.
Birth is eternal.
4. "Praise the teacher"
Four degrees of spring breeze,
Several autumn rains washed away the gap.
Black hair and frost weave the sun and the moon,
Chalk has no words to write spring and autumn.
Spring blossoms,
Candle tears turn to ashes, and autumn is stronger.
Spring sowing peaches and plums in 3,000 gardens,
Qiu Lai, China is rich in fruits.
5. Poems dedicated to Teachers' Day
Fruity in September.
Chrysanthemum yellow in September
In September, we remember who is still spreading hope.
We collect sunshine in September.
In September, we sang deeply.
September is a touching season, cherished by the eyes of knowledge for life.
There are blessings flying among the autumn leaves in September.
September poets create immortal poems.
In September, we didn't forget who was silently making our wedding clothes.
September makes us dare not forget.
In September, we dare not forget who taught us to think.
In September, we dare not forget who filled the world with love and books.
In September, we dare not forget who built the temple of knowledge with hard work.
In September, we dare not forget who guided us in confusion.
In September, we watched the wave of wheat harvest.
In September, we were still growing up in textbooks.
In September, we will never forget the admiration we remember with emotion.
Something.
There is something called sacredness.
That's the star that appears on the horizon.
Silently according to the first come, first come.
Let's go to the light that has flashed countless times in our dreams.
There is such a thing as eternity.
It's a stone coming back from watching the tide by the sea.
Life is getting tired in the storm.
Become a totem worshipped by countless pilgrims.
There is such a thing as sincerity.
That is an unadorned white cloud.
Carry too much with your own fatigue.
The eager eyes of a bird who just wants to fly.
There is something called sex, simplicity, dedication or.
You can also call it another compliment because she is so beautiful.
Yes, some people wrote a great poem by themselves.
Like a silent ear of wheat, it grows and harvests, and then breeds hope.