Praise the teacher's poem a spring breeze, autumn rain washed the gap several times. Black hair and frost weave the sun and the moon, and chalk writes the spring and autumn without words. Before the spring is old, the silk spits, and the candle tears turn into gray and autumn is thicker. Peach and plum are sown in three thousand gardens in spring, and Qiu Lai is rich in China fruits. I love my teacher. A teacher is like a red candle, which ignites the fire in the students' hearts, but burns itself until the red candle turns to ashes. Teachers, like gardeners, feed our flowers, but work hard for themselves until their physical strength is exhausted. We must become the pillars of the country when we grow up! The teacher is so selfless! Ah! Teacher, we love you! Praise the teacher's poem 3-Teacher, who works hard-leads us into the spacious classroom and teaches us a wealth of knowledge? It is you! Teacher! With your hard sweat, you have nurtured the tender seedlings that have just broken ground in spring. Who is it-educating naughty people into people who can help others? It is you! Teacher! Your care is like a warm spring breeze, which warms our hearts. Who is it-to train young people into mature and sensible teenagers? It is you! Teacher! Your protection makes us grow up healthily. The autumn season is fruitful. You have worked hard! Teacher! People who work hard in the heat and cold. You have worked hard! Teacher! Dedicate youth to nothingness. We pay high tribute to you! -You have worked hard, teacher! I can only help you here, old teacher-you are like a drizzle in spring, nourishing flowers and irrigating the earth, and we are also trying to suck the drizzle and grow. Teacher-you are like an autumn breeze, blowing the yellow land and calling for rice. We have a bumper harvest. Teacher-in my dark life, you lit the brightest lamp for me; Teacher-you are the guide on my misty life; Teacher-you pointed out the direction for me in my rough life; Teacher-you gave me a pair of powerful wings, let me travel in the world of knowledge! Praise the teacher's poems, four golden winds send laughter, and sweet-scented osmanthus floats. Today's teacher's holiday is coming again. Teachers have worked hard for our growth. We will never forget the teacher's love for us. Hello, teacher! People compare teachers to red candles, which illuminate others and burn themselves. People compare teachers to gardeners and cultivate peaches and plums all over the world. Teachers are the noblest career in the world. The teacher gave us ideal sunshine and wisdom sunshine. The teacher guided us to the path of sunny life. Teachers expect us to be the sun in the new century. The teacher's words moisten my heart like spring rain. The teacher watered our growth with the rain of knowledge. Gentle spring rain is the teacher's love for us. The teacher's words and deeds are like spring rain. The teacher is willing to be a green leaf and hold us up as red flowers. The teacher is a green leaf, willing to contribute silently. The green leaves symbolize that teachers are always young. When we bloom like flowers, we will never forget the kindness of green leaves. Teachers are like trees, with blue sky overhead and feet on the earth, silently benefiting the society. Teachers are big trees, bringing spring scenery to the world. The teacher sowed the seeds of hope and cultivated us into a forest. Young trees grow into pillars, never forgetting the gardener's cultivation. Yes, teachers' enthusiasm is like the sun, teachers' teaching is like spring rain, teachers' style is like green leaves, teachers' career is like a tree, and our teachers are good. Praise the teacher's poem 5: You present a flower, I present a flower, let's weave a big wreath for my dear teacher and mother. It is you who gave the seeds, the warmth like sunshine; It was you who watered the seedlings with sweat. Your eyes are like bright stars, shining with charming brilliance; Your singing is like a clear spring, which brings joy to everyone. Wherever we go, always remember your feelings; No matter where we go. Always remember your words. Wherever we go, always remember your love; Wherever we go, it will be a flower of yours. Praise the teacher's poems in June and September, and come as scheduled. Therefore, the world is brilliant. We sing September, because it is your eternal festival. We remember September because it was our sincere confession. September is an emotional cup. We hold high our sincere wishes with our hands. Please drink a toast. The music has been played in September, please accept our gifts in September, all the teachers who are struggling in the education front. Praise the teacher's poem. I remember your hands were covered with powder. I remember your kind teaching. I remember your new silver hair. Because of you, students can become talents. The world is so civilized because of you. You are a beacon for children who have lost their way to find their homes. You are an angel teacher. You can only get flowers. Your gold is the sunrise, your silver is the fifteenth moon, and you are still whistling happily. Your pride is the fragrance of peaches and plums
"I Love Milan" Milan has a small yellow flower hidden in the green leaves in front of the teacher's window. It doesn't bloom for spring. It silently spreads the fragrance all over people's hearts. Milan, Milan is like our beloved teacher, just like our beloved teacher. I love my teacher as much as I love my teacher. There is a small yellow flower in Milan in front of the teacher's window. Simple and clear. Don't bloom for praise. It came quietly to me with youth. Milan, Milan is like our beloved teacher. I love my teacher as much as I love Milan. ......
Every time I walk past the teacher's window, the stars shine in the quiet night, and the teacher's room is bright all night. Every time I walk past your window, bright lights shine on my heart. Ah, whenever I think of you, my dear good teacher, a warm current stirs in my heart. Cultivate a new generation of hardworking gardeners. The light is still on at night. You have worked hard to write a textbook, and a tall figure is reflected in your window. Ah, whenever I think of you, my dear good teacher, a warm current stirs in my heart. Teachers have made contributions on the new Long March, and successive successors have thrived. Carrying the hope of the motherland to all directions, you always stare with tears in your eyes. Ah, whenever I think of you, my dear good teacher, a warm current stirs in my heart.