The virtues of my mentor can be widely praised
I will be grateful to my disciples for the rest of my life
Remember every bit of it
Every thread will fall into a dream
Everything is engraved in my heart
Finally I understand that the word "goodness" is always related to love
Three hundred days with you
The happiness of getting along with you is increasingly endless< /p>
2. (Poetry) Teacher-student love
We are two trees in the forest
I am a small tree
You are a big tree Tree
We stand together
Learn in your deep love
We are two leaves on the branch
Yes A pair of happy friends in the breeze
I love you
You love me
We are still two seedlings in the world
I am a small seedling
You are a big seedling
Like a mother and daughter in the field
Laughing as they grow
Until one day< /p>
A strong wind blew by
I am still standing here
But you are far away. . . . . .
But I am still like a spring flower
Looking forward to the spring breeze blowing on my face
Looking forward to our reunion
And I am looking forward to it At the same time
I also feel deep gratitude and longing. . . . . .
3. A lilac
Standing on tiptoes,
walked into the quiet courtyard,
we put a lilac Lilac,
planted in front of the teacher's window.
Teacher, teacher,
let its green branches and leaves,
stretch into your window,
be your companion every night .
Teacher——
The green leaves are rustling in the wind,
That is us singing to you,
to help you eliminate the fatigue of the day .
Teacher——
The trees are full of blooming flowers,
Those are our smiling faces,
Thank you for always caring about us .
It’s late at night, and the stars are blinking sleepily.
Teacher, take a rest.
Let the fragrance of flowers float into your dreams.
That dream must be fragrant and sweet.
4. The teacher's grace fills the chest with the crescent moon
The sound piano splits the cracks in the night
The hale hair
Suddenly Cheer up
It is at this time
that you come to me
The dark night
The wings of the flowing wind
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The shining light must contain the tears of classmates
Your lenses
Tear apart the dark curtain
You are inside and outside the window
There are waves in the lake of the heart
Whispering in the shadows of the trees
You are like the crescent moon full of heart
Chinese is you
Stones are the softest flowers
Lu Xun’s hair is your sonorous words standing in history
Beating the bones
Strengthening me Every inch of my skin
My complexion is like Liu Gongquan’s real book
I can hit out
crisp syllables
I’m with you Mr. Lin's character
You suddenly smiled
The most brilliant flower
Huge and fresh
You said The stone is the softest part
5. Longing is the road in the night
I am your **** scattered all over the world
Together with my brothers and sisters
Standing on the roadside of longing
Reviewing your teeth-grinding sentences
My thoughts spit out new green and grow branches every day
I know that you planted a deadly poison in us back then
It is my wish to find you in this life
We can tell the difference just by looking at your face Exit
The brothers stood in a row
Paving the road of longing
6. Twenty years of ups and downs,
Twenty The year and the moon are missing and the moon is full.
Twenty years of separation and longing for each other,
Twenty years of reunion with tears of joy.
The moment I shake hands with the teacher,
The moment I hug my classmates.
We have regained the heroic appearance of the teacher back then,
We have seen the youth of our classmates yesterday.
The teacher’s teaching stick,
leads us to explore the mysteries of life.
The three-foot podium in the classroom
makes us feel that the sky is endless and the earth is wide.
The small trees on campus are cultivated by ourselves and our teachers.
The stone classroom,
was built by the teacher and our ***.
At our alma mater,
we learned to learn and to work.
With the teacher,
we learn to be human and learn to face difficulties!
We use the loud voice of books,
to inspire The golden and beautiful morning light shakes.
The teacher’s expectant eyes
ignited our ideals and beliefs.
Like seedlings emerging from the ground,
Like spring swallows fluttering about to fly.
We thrive in the sunshine on campus,
We fight against the sky under the guidance of teachers.
Twenty years have passed,
Twenty years have passed in a blink of an eye.
Twenty years have passed,
Twenty years without regrets or complaints.
As farmers,
we have not forgotten the hard work of farmers.
As teachers,
we have never forgotten the teacher’s words and deeds.
As managers,
we have not forgotten to contribute to society and operate in accordance with the law.
As leaders,
we have never forgotten that we are always civil servants of the people!
I once saw through the world of mortals,
I once made a bend in the road.
There were times when I was depressed and hesitant,
There were times when I was hesitant to move forward.
But when I think of the sincere friendship between my classmates,
I feel open-minded and sunny.
But when I recall the teacher’s encouraging eyes,
I feel that my confidence has doubled and the spring breeze is blowing in my face.
The years of wind and frost,
have turned the teacher's temples white.
The lost time,
has also ruined the looks of my classmates.
Yes, we have long been far away from our alma mater,
but our hearts
are very far away from our teachers and classmates
Close, very close.
Yes, we are no longer young,
but we are as honest as teenagers,
our hearts will never change,
childlike innocence Not lost!
I will never forget,
on the black land outside the school,
when my father pulled the plow to sow seeds,
the bowed Hunchback.
I will never forget it.
Under the old locust tree at the end of the village,
when the mother sent her son to school,
she had been looking forward to it for a long time. tearful eyes.
I will never forget the strict father-like teachings of the teacher before and after class.
I will never forget the brotherly warmth of my classmates inside and outside school.
I can’t forget the great trust given by my teacher when I said goodbye.
I can’t forget the calls of my classmates when they were separated.
I can’t forget the whispers at the foot of Fulai Mountain.
I can’t forget the vows made by Liuqing River.
We will never forget our solemnly raised right hands in front of the bright red regiment flag.
We will never forget the solemn presence of Chairman Mao’s soul.
We shouted the bloody oath.
It is a stone,
the condensation can hold up the building of the motherland.
It is a small river.
When they meet, they can make waves in the sea.
It is a small tree.
With hard work, it can grow into a pillar of the country.
It is a small grass,
spreading it can dress up the vast land.
As long as we have a childlike innocence,
we will be open-minded,
free and easy,
forever young.
As long as there is sincerity,
we dare to face the teacher,
dare to face the parents,
dare to face the sky!
As long as there is a friendship,
we are like sitting on the spring breeze,
like drinking nectar