Poetry enters primary school

one

I sing.

Not as good as parroting.

Without the tactfulness of larks.

Words cannot be carefully scrutinized.

It is difficult to measure the length of a poem.

Only surging emotions.

Pour out endless noise and spray

I sing.

When the seeds have just been planted in the soil

In the spring when everything was born

Gather whole body blood

Open your throat and shout

Genny Tao Li Yuan Man

Sing about your towering tree.

They say you are a candle.

Burn yourself out and illuminate others.

They say you are a spring silkworm.

Exhausted efforts and still no complaints

They say you are a beacon.

Guide the sail, Qian Qian Wan Wan.

They say you are a gardener.

Fruits are everywhere.

Calendar after calendar

Drifting in spring, summer, autumn and winter

Piles of homework

How many dawn nights have you expressed?

Chalk platform experiment

How much have white hair wrinkles increased?

Preaching and teaching to solve doubts

How many saints are there?

Dripping sweat

Teaching and educating people is an unshirkable responsibility.

In the sunset

Only the ardent expectations of students.

You cultivated it.

They are all other people's children.

You can't have children.

But that's your own country.

You won't get a position.

You didn't get any money.

You'll only get.

The fragrance of spring dew and autumn frost and earth

You'll only get.

A blue sky in the future of the motherland

two

I'm very proud.

Worship my father since childhood.

Has been performing in person for 23 years.

Father's example is influenced by his words and deeds.

Created a family history of loyalty education.

When I picked up my father's pointer

I gave that blackboard in my youth.

The first teacher's phone.

Raised my heart.

Immortal holiness and solemnity

I'm very proud.

Take maternal love as the fulcrum

Adhere to the practice of teaching students in accordance with their aptitude

Leverage knowledge

Run through the truth of being a man

From ignorance and naughty to sensible maturity

This sense of justice has been deeply rooted in their hearts.

Wonderful Analysis of Mo Bosang's Necklace

Passion extends Lu Xun's cry.

Explain the essentials of logic to the fullest.

Go all out to teach writing.

Three-foot platform

This is my place.

Bright classroom

This is the Garden of Eden that I love.

The sound of reading in the classroom is turning.

Countless pairs of eyes are full of longing.

This is the belief and admiration of the students.

That is the smiling face that parents expect.

When I face the students,

I often flash my father's teachings.

I dare not neglect it.

Finally, that day

The platform was lifted.

Didn't give you a humiliating verdict

three

I have no regrets.

Like a tree that casts a shadow.

Create a happy heart garden

Grind yourself like chalk.

Describe a better tomorrow

Although my son once complained about me.

Although I can't go home often

Although there is no luxury car.

Although only white hair comes out one day.

I have no regrets.

Apply what you have learned and be good at what you do.

Strive for people on campus

Theory plus practice

When the phone rings.

"Hello, teacher.

Do you still remember me ! "

When text messages are flying all over the sky

"Teacher, I realized my ideal.

Officially go to work tomorrow! "

"Teacher, miss you!

My place is not what it used to be,

Take you to travel some day! "

Ten or twenty years later,

The students are sitting around me.

When their next generation

Kiss my wrinkled face.

My eyes are full of tears.

Hold my wife's finger.

"Look, these are my favorite students.

The expansion of my life! "

if

One day I fell down.

All kinds of butterflies

Will be stationed in my cemetery

All kinds of carnations

Will bloom under my feet

That's a student.

Give my best wishes.

In heaven.

I am still a teacher.