Hang your name on your chest every day.
I can feel your great love.
You will always be my forest.
I am a small seed.
My thoughts germinate in your care.
Every time I look up at you,
Your shoulders are like a wooden house.
Including blue sky and white clouds
I once imagined that we could stand together forever.
All the beautiful mornings and nights
Wake up silently at your feet and go to sleep.
until today
I grow into a moving tree.
Relive the love you gave me.
I want to be like you.
In the storm of years
Stand in the corner of life at will
Form a green shadow
September-A poem dedicated to Teachers' Day
September fruity, September chrysanthemum yellow,
I still smell the fragrance of March peaches and plums,
The cool autumn in September gives us an introverted and dignified autumn;
The fruit of September gives us maturity and gives us yearning for autumn.
In this golden autumn season,
We have the happiness of finding our own way, without saying anything.
Son, I hope your eyes are shining with hope.
Not at the fork in the road of life, deeply confused,
I would like to use my soul to light a spiritual beacon for you.
Grasp the right course for you in the dark sea.
I am willing, with my silent and persistent heart,
On the three-foot platform, I will conjure up thousands of possible paths for you.
I would like to be infected with your youthful passion.
Never too old to learn, grow together, and be in the prime of life!
I know that this festival reflects the respect and hope of China people for teachers for thousands of years.
The chalk drawn by Gaga is the curve of life;
Homework, accumulated layer by layer, is an eager expectation.
I, no longer a candlelight,
Because the faint candlelight is not enough to illuminate your direction;
I won't be a silkworm,
Because it is not the dream of free souls to bind themselves in cocoons.
I am the sun, burning and generating, bringing you radiant heat;
As the leading goose, I spread my wings and soar with you in the clear sky of Wan Li.
Children, I want you to look at the wider world.
Son, I am just a ray of sunshine in September.
On your journey of growing up,
Me, us, for the future of the nation, for the hope of the nation.
We will burn brighter than during the day,
Light your warm flame!
In September, we trudged between Japan and China.
We give everything and get everything,
Children, it is your diligence and love that make our bags full.
We are full of passion, because like you,
Is the free master of life.
The sail in September will still set sail,
Children, I want you to say it out loud:
"Well, I'll come and follow you-my captain-"
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A poem dedicated to Teachers' Day
September fruity fragrance
Chrysanthemum yellow in September
In September, we remember who is still spreading hope.
We collect sunshine in September.
In September, we sang affectionately.
September is a touching season, cherished by the eyes of knowledge for a lifetime.
There are blessings flying among the autumn leaves in September.
September poets create immortal poems.
In September, we never forgot 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, I dare not forget who made the world have 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.
There is one thing.
There is something called sacredness.
It is the star that lights up on the horizon at dawn.
Silently according to the first come, first come.
Let's go to the countless flashes in our dreams.
There is something called eternity.
It's a stone coming back from watching the tide by the sea.
Gradually consume life in the wind and rain.
Become a totem worshipped by countless pilgrims
There is a thing called sincerity
This is an unadorned white cloud.
Carry too much with your own fatigue.
The eager eyes of a bird who wants to fly
There is such a thing as making love, simplicity, dedication or.
You can also call it another compliment because she is so beautiful.
Yes, some people wrote a great poem by themselves.
Just like the silent ear of wheat grows and gives birth to hope after harvesting.
Grateful parents
We grew up in the sunshine of love.
We nourish our true feelings about the world.
How many times have I fallen asleep with a feeling of happiness?
How many times I imagined the future with tears in my eyes.
165438+ The last Thursday in October is Thanksgiving Day. Although I am gone, a grateful heart and a grateful feeling will remain in my heart forever.
He who is always grateful is the happiest.
A grateful life is the sweetest.
Learn to be grateful-grateful to my parents, because they gave me precious life.
Learn to be grateful-grateful to my teachers, because they have given me endless knowledge.
Learn to be grateful-grateful to my friends, because they gave me the strength to overcome difficulties.
Learn to appreciate-appreciate everything around me, because they give me a harmonious and healthy growth space.
Don't forget to say "thank you"
On the road of our growth, there are too many people to be grateful for. Who do you want to thank most? Write your words of thanks on the thank-you card.
There is one word that is the sweetest.
There is a kind called the most beautiful.
There is one person to thank most.
There is one person who should be grateful most.
Yes-"Mom"
Mom's wrinkles are deep, and she gave me beautiful youth.
My mother's hands are thick, and she gives me warm sunshine.
Mom's waist is bent, and she gave me a straight back.
Mom's eyes are blurred. She gave me bright eyes.
Facing the mother's affection
Listen to my mother's earnest wishes.
We should learn to be grateful, and we should learn to be grateful.
But many times, we are used to receiving this kind of care and take it for granted.
I gradually forgot to be moved and forgot to say thank you.
Motherly love is like a cup of strong tea, which needs us to savor carefully.