In fact, teachers have made more efforts than we have seen. The following is the teacher's recitation about graduation ceremony that I arranged for yo
In fact, teachers have made more efforts than we have seen. The following is the teacher's recitation about graduation ceremony that I arranged for you. I hope you like it.
The teacher's poetry reading 0 1
Let's go, dear boy
Don't look back at the tears on my face
There are buds in the sea of flowers in June.
It's sunny in June.
You are a blooming flower in the sunshine and rain.
Play songs in bright seasons.
Let's go, dear boy
Don't look back at my disappointed face.
The green grass is full of flowers.
A small river runs through the grass.
You are a clear river.
A heart full of my blessings flows to the sea.
Let's go, dear boy
No matter how far you go.
They are all white sails deep in the lake of my heart.
In my affectionate eyes
Enjoy the warmth of the sun.
Teachers' poetry recitation 02
Today, we stand here,
Instead of singing that touching and sad eulogy,
Don't let your lips tremble again,
Today, we stand here,
Standing on the threshold of graduating from high school,
Standing in front of an antique building with red columns and green tiles.
Looking back on the three warm years together,
Start our spiritual journey together.
Do you remember?
When the wonderful music in the morning awakens the dream campus,
When the first sunshine warms your bright smiling face.
Do you remember?
When you first set foot in the school gate of Wang Fu Monzhong,
My world is suddenly full of colors.
I see you, gentle and shy, coming from the silence of the leaves.
I saw you sentimental, coming from the flowers;
I saw you, sincere and simple, coming from the campus aisle.
I saw you flying freely and coming from the playground.
More than a thousand different days and nights, not a day can be blurred,
There are more than 200 looks of you, not one of them can be less.
You are a touch of green hope in my vast garden,
You are a white sail in my warm river.
You are a red leaf on my solid trunk,
You are a pure blue sky in my vast sky.
Your sincere greetings make me proud,
Your closed eyes make me feel the warmth of spring.
Your beautiful smile fills me with confidence.
Your tacit cooperation time and time again makes me infatuated with the three-foot forum.
There is a kind of * * *, which is called giving directions;
There is a promise called helping each other in the same boat;
There is a kind of happiness, called drinking ethylene glycol;
There is a kind of friendship called holding hands.
The teacher's poetry recitation 03
Dear child,
Six years of primary school,
Over 3,000 pages,
Just turned over in a hurry.
But,
Your laughter,
Your sadness,
Your happiness,
Your sadness,
Yours is very good,
Your fault,
They are all hidden in the teacher's heart.
No matter where you go,
Don't forget,
This is the beginning of your life,
Here, at Heping Road Primary School,
I once left you a pure and beautiful childhood!
You have gone from being a child.
Grow into a teenager full of lofty sentiments and ambitions,
At this point, separation is just around the corner,
The teacher is sad to leave,
I have deep hopes and blessings for you.
Dear child,
The road in front of you is shining.
May you be the wind with white sails,
May you be a boat, breaking the blue waves,
Living in front of you and smiling,
Just like horse racing,
Over one obstacle after another.
Brave forward, forward, forward-?