Send you a bouquet of flowers
To express our respect for you;
Send you a beautiful song,
To you Bring a touch of sweetness.
Teacher - you have worked hard.
It is you who have led us through the wind and rain.
It is you who have nurtured us with the nutrition of knowledge. ,
But never asked for anything in return.
It was you who answered our difficult questions,
It was you who told us:
When encountering difficulties,
Don’t give up easily.
From now on, our lives will be filled with joy at all times.
There are fewer worries,
Added a sense of perseverance.
It is another harvest autumn,
You still hold the colorful paintbrush in your hand tightly.
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Describe a beautiful blueprint,
Nourishing the peaches and plums of the motherland.
You are still preparing lessons carefully late at night,
In your sleep, you Still recalling the joy of our success.
We are the flowers blooming in spring,
It is you who played the beautiful melody for us.
You are the hard worker Gardener,
We will remember your sincere words.
Take every step of your life well,
Be friendly, healthy, realistic and enterprising!
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What does the teacher look like?
Teachers are like red candles,
lighting up the journey of knowledge.
What does the teacher look like?
Teachers are like spring rain,
sprinkling bits and pieces of knowledge into our hearts.
What does the teacher look like?
Teachers are like gardeners,
nurturing our young children into adults who understand knowledge.
What does the teacher look like?
The teacher is like a golden key,
leading us who are ignorant into the treasure house of knowledge.
What does the teacher look like?
Teachers are like our mothers,
accompanying us every day and telling us some rich and colorful knowledge.
It is the teachers who have given us so much knowledge.
Here I would like to wish all the teachers to stay young and beautiful forever.
My mother
Mother is the sun in my heart, the eternal sun!
I will never forget that when the afterglow of the setting sun filled the barren land, the wisps of misty sunlight dyed my mother and the earth into a golden halo. My mother was thin. Her cheeks are quietly red, and the wrinkles on her face vividly and vividly outline the sun in the hearts of her children.
I always describe my mother as perfect and beautiful in my sweet dreams! How many ups and downs, cold wind, frost and snow. Mother, at the fork in the road of life, always pulls me onto the muddy and thorny path - although I stumble, I still move forward. I once fell down on the uneven dirt track. My mother never used her big bony hands to help me up. She always let me get up on my own! My mother is always happy when I crawl here by myself. "Be brave, child. If you fall, get up, keep walking, and then..." So my mother shaped my growth rings of more than ten years into as gorgeous as a flower.
From now on, mother no longer lowers her eyebrows and lowers her eyelashes - because we are all worthy of the bright sun in our hearts!
Today, my mother is old, but she still shows her remaining glory vividly and showers her love on us. The old mother hides her sadness, just like the seeds that no longer sprout after a good harvest. Accompanied by a series of footsteps, my mother sent us up the winding mountain road again. He blesses us and sprinkles hope deeply into our footprints.
Love is a piece of prosperity, a warm and bright light.
I love my mother and I remember everything she has given me.
I love my mother, and I work hard to embellish her only season with the brilliance I capture.
I love my mother deeply. Thank you mother for raising the sail forward in my rough life!
I love my mother deeply! In this life, my mother is the eternal sun in my heart! Thank you mother, forever... forever...
In the sun, I seemed to see a gorgeous halo rising behind my mother. It was a halo that only immortals had in ancient legends. It is the most holy light of motherhood that cannot be profaned! To this light, we can only look up!
Mother's love is a selfless force. It is like the rain of spring, falling in our hearts. Although it is silent, it nourishes the growth of seedlings of life.
All the glory and pride in a person's life, in the world, comes from maternal love. Maternal love is sacred. It sometimes gives us strength when we are most difficult. From the moment we are born, people Just as a stream of sincere blood melted into every blood vessel of the mother, she happily fell into the embrace of maternal love, and a feeling of being the master of the family reverberated in her chest.
When maternal love takes off, give a loving and pure heart.
Mother's love is a cradle that nurtures oneself to sway and flourish. Mother's love is a folk song that sings about unity and spreads civilization. Mother's love is a monument that engraves the past and enlightens the future...
Ah! Motherly love, if you are a building, I will be one of your bricks, tiles, and stones, using my small body to build your majesty; if you are a flag, I will be a thread that belongs to you. , use my youth to embroider a shining star for you; if you are a garden, I will be a little flower, a grass, and a green leaf that belongs to you. I am willing to silently exhaust my efforts and spit out wisps of fragrance. .
"The thread is in the hands of a loving mother, and the clothes are on the body of a wanderer. There is a tight seam before leaving, and I am afraid that I will return late. Whoever speaks of the heart of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring." To our mother's kindness, we can only use love and Repay with filial piety. Honoring your mother is your duty as a human being. Finally, as people often say, "Sing a love song to your mother in October", I bid farewell to the great maternal love. But in the end, I said loudly: "I love you, even more." Broad mind.
Mother's love is like water:
Mother's love is like water, flowing through me, inspiring me, enlightening me, and leading me to the light.
Mother's love is like water, Give me a deep tenderness, so that I am often intoxicated in the long river of maternal love; maternal love is like water, sometimes flowing calmly, sometimes moving forward rapidly
Mother's love is the greatest love in the world, and there are so many famous people. I once sung it, although maternal love is very ordinary in our hearts, but without it, we are like a weed, not knowing what the greatest love is. I love my mother, flowing in my heart like water. .
When I was frustrated and my eyes were blurred, it was my mother who had infinite tenderness who enlightened me, found a guide for me on the road of life, and made my eyes full of confidence again.
Then my mother turned into a river again, flowing quietly
Mother's love is like water, and she cultivates my patience with her endlessness, making me like her. Having my own goals, like my mother, requires success in everything, which makes me extremely patient with anyone and anything.
When I do something wrong, the long river of maternal love is there. I was angry and sped up. I was so sad at this time. I really shouldn't have done that. I regretted it. I regretted it. I went back and did it again until I got it right. At this time, I saw the mother river change. It was clear and transparent, and I also had a happy smile.
When I was lonely, I sat alone on the bank of the mother river and talked with her, and every time after chatting, I felt relieved. There are different gains - the truth of being a human being. So I will happily do what I am going to do, forget the loneliness just now, and continue to smile at life.
When I succeed in my studies. When I listen, my mother is silently applauding me in her heart, encouraging me to continue to succeed.
Mother's love flows through me like water, inspiring me, enlightening me, and leading me to the light. .
Motherhood is a job, a job that requires hard work without any expectation of reward.
Motherly love is a detail, as long as you pay attention to it, it is everywhere: a cup of fragrant milk in the morning. Milk is maternal love, a warm coat in winter is maternal love, a smile when sad is maternal love, a warning before going out is maternal love...
Mothers use their lifelong love and enthusiasm to do these tasks, We never tire of it. But we often ignore the hard work and only give a casual glance to the hard-working mother.
To me, my mother is gentle and strict.
When I am sick, it is always my mother who takes care of me, brings me a glass of warm water, and tucks me in.
When the weather gets cold, it is always my mother. She kept reminding me to wear more clothes and be careful not to catch cold or get sick.
When my test scores were not satisfactory, my mother always comforted me carefully: "It doesn't matter, there will be another time." ”
My mother is gentle at this time.
When I make a mistake, my mother always scolds me sternly, asking me to bow my head, admit my mistake, and repent.
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When I miss studying because of my playfulness, my mother always pulls me aside angrily and watches me finish my homework.
My mother at this time is strict.
My mother's gentleness makes me feel warm again and again; my mother's strictness helps me gradually distinguish right from wrong and develop good habits.
My mother is the first priority in my life. My mentor is also a caring friend who accompanies me to grow up happily.
So I say: maternal love is like the light rain on a spring night, which comes gently and goes quietly, moistening things silently; maternal love is like the sunshine in March. Quietly dedicate and pay silently, although it is as light as a feather, it is as heavy as Mount Tai.
If you are a ship, your mother is a warm harbor; if you are a kite, your mother is light.
Mother is the greatest work, always praised and praised by others...
"The thread in the hands of the loving mother, the clothes on the wanderer's body, the secret when leaving. "I'm afraid I'll be back late. Who can tell you that a piece of grass can repay you with three rays of spring". A song "Wandering Son's Song" vividly demonstrates the greatness and selflessness of mother's love. When you succeed, your mother teaches you not to lose yourself.
< p>When you are frustrated, your mother’s encouragement and comfort can always help you find yourself in adversity.We all once stepped on the treetops to reach for the clouds' clothes, and we all wanted to wander around the world alone... We never took into account that our mother's green hair had been turned into white hair by our footsteps.
The son traveled thousands of miles and the mother kept watch. The mother said that she was not alone - she was accompanied by all the lonely mothers in the world. "Parents don't care about their children. As long as you can be happy and happy and no longer make your parents worry, that's enough."——This is the reward our mother wants!
What is the most precious thing in life? maternal love. Behind every great man, there is a great mother. Thank God, we are not great men, but we also have great maternal love.
When returning from a distant place, my mother always welcomes her at the door with a grateful face. She regards the return of her children as a rare gift from God. The humility of mothers throughout their lives transcends all grudges, and they shape the absolute conscience in the world.
Touch the palm prints, count yesterday, and exhaust the imagination - this is the first awakening of conscience. Mother has become increasingly distant from our past. Time has given us a future, but it has trampled on our absolute dependence on our mother.
The loneliness revealed by the mother inadvertently and her declining figure continue to increase out of proportion to our abundant youth; their hurried past can only remain in one yellowed photo after another; Our gorgeous youth is still stubbornly nourished by our mother’s youth.
There must be something that always makes us feel empty when facing our mother, like a madman losing self-confidence while standing in front of the Buddha. At this moment, fame and wealth are just like the remaining leaves of the previous life flying away in the sky - facing my mother, I suddenly see the fundamental foundation.
There are too many things in my mother that make us uncontrollably burst into tears.
When we think of our mother, we burst into tears...
Let our hearts turn into thousands of rays of light, travel through time and space, and look for the years that were inadvertently lost; but we cannot regain what our mother gave us. The beads are scattered all over the ground and ignored by you and me. Those are the bits and pieces of love that make you and I unable to let go, feeling guilty and feeling lost.
Mother's love is an unfathomable pool of water.
When we think of our mother, we burst into tears...
Take a fine-tooth comb and sort out the complicated thoughts.
When we think of our mother, our tears roll down.