I remember your hands were covered with powder.
I remember your kind teaching.
I remember your new silver hair.
Because of you, many students can become talents.
Because of you, the world will be so civilized
Teacher, you are a bright light.
Find a home for the lost children
Teacher, you are an angel.
September, dedicated to the teacher.
September, as scheduled.
Therefore, the world is brilliant.
We sing September,
Because this is your eternal festival.
We remember September,
Because this is our sincere confession.
September is an emotional cup,
We hold it high with our hands.
In sincere wishes,
Please drink.
September music has been played,
Please accept our gift in September.
All the teachers who are struggling on the education front.
Ode to teachers
Others get gold from life.
You can only get flowers.
Your gold is the morning sun.
Your silver is the moon of the fifteenth.
But you still whistle happily.
Your pride is the fragrance of peaches and plums
The teacher's eyes
Teachers' eyes are like the moon at night.
We are stars,
In the teacher's smile,
twinkling
A teacher's eyes are like an endless ocean.
We are small fish,
In the teacher's arms,
Swim around happily.
Teachers' eyes are like the blue sky.
We are a white cloud.
Under her gaze,
Free floating,
The teacher's eyes are like a mirror.
Can light up our hearts.
Thank you very much, teacher.
Who is it-
Leading the ignorant into the spacious classroom,
Teach us a wealth of knowledge?
It is you! Teacher!
With your hard sweat, you have nurtured the tender seedlings that have just broken ground in spring.
Thank you very much, teacher.
Who-led the ignorant us into the spacious classroom,
Teach us a wealth of knowledge?
It is you! Teacher!
With your hard work and sweat,
Raising the tender seedlings that have just broken ground in spring.
Who is it?-naughty us.
Educate people to be considerate and helpful?
It is you! Teacher!
Your care is like a warm spring breeze.
It warms our hearts.
Who is it-young us?
Cultivate a mature and sensible teenager?
It is you! Teacher!
Your protection makes us grow up healthily.
The autumn season is fruitful.
You have worked hard! Teacher!
People who work hard in the heat and cold.
You have worked hard! Teacher!
A person who selflessly dedicates his youth.
We pay high tribute to you!
-You have worked hard, teacher!
Teacher-you are like a drizzle in spring,
Moisten flowers, irrigate the earth,
We suck the drizzle and grow.
Teacher-you are like the autumn breeze,
Blow the yellow land, call gold to rice,
We had a bumper harvest.
Teacher-in my dark life, you lit the brightest lamp for me;
Teacher-you are the guide on my misty life;
Teacher-you pointed out the direction for me in my rough life;
Teacher-you gave me a pair of powerful wings, let me travel in the world of knowledge!
Who is it-
Put naughty us
Educate people to be considerate and helpful?
It is you! Teacher!
Your care is like a warm spring breeze.
It warms our hearts.
Who is it-
Put young us
Cultivate a mature and sensible teenager?
It is you! Teacher!
Your protection makes us grow up healthily.
The autumn season is fruitful.
You have worked hard! Teacher!
People who work hard in the heat and cold.
You have worked hard! Teacher!
Dedicate youth to nothingness.
We pay high tribute to you!
-You have worked hard, teacher!
The golden wind sends laughter, and the sweet-scented osmanthus floats.
Today's teacher's holiday is coming again.
Teachers have worked hard for our growth.
We will never forget the teacher's love for us.
Hello, teacher!
People compare teachers to red candles, which illuminate others and burn themselves.
People compare teachers to gardeners and cultivate peaches and plums all over the world.
Teachers are the noblest career in the world.
The teacher gave us ideal sunshine and wisdom sunshine.
The teacher guided us to the path of sunny life.
Teachers expect us to be the sun in the new century.
The teacher's words moisten my heart like spring rain.
The teacher watered our growth with the rain of knowledge.
Gentle spring rain is the teacher's love for us.
The teacher's words and deeds are like spring rain.
The teacher is willing to be a green leaf and hold us up as red flowers.
The teacher is a green leaf, willing to contribute silently.
The green leaves symbolize that teachers are always young.
When we bloom like flowers, we will never forget the kindness of green leaves.
Teachers are like trees, with blue sky overhead and feet on the earth, silently benefiting the society.
Teachers are big trees, bringing spring scenery to the world.
The teacher sowed the seeds of hope and cultivated us into a forest.
Young trees grow into pillars, never forgetting the gardener's cultivation.
Yes, teachers' enthusiasm is like the sun, and teachers' teaching is like spring rain.
Teachers' style is like green leaves, teachers' occupation is like a tree, and our teachers are good.
Qin Mu
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1, "Beautiful as ever"
The moonlight is bright, like shining white silk, permeating quietly and peacefully. I took my mother's hand and stood on the street corner, waiting for my brother to come home from school late. It was not cold, but the street was quiet and empty, and I waited impatiently. My mother waited patiently and looked at the wide and white road. My mother said, "I'm used to waiting like this all the time." My heart is trembling, and my eyes are blurred in my mother's thin figure.
I once made my mother wait like this, not when she was young, but when her daughter grew up, she was even more worried about her. On those starry nights last month, my classmates and I went home happily singing. When I turned into a quiet street corner alone and saw my mother's clothes fluttering in the shadows, my heart suddenly jumped fast. I ran over and just shouted "Mom!" My mother didn't say anything, just smiled happily, patted my hand and walked home together.
Now I have gone to a different place and come back only during the holidays, but my mother's figure is still standing under the street tree on time, waiting for my brother who is about to leave home to study. I suddenly envy my mother. I can tolerate such deep love in the quiet waiting.
The ringing bell rang, and my brother stood in front of my mother and me with a smile: "Mom! Sister! " "How did you come back and keep your mother waiting for so long?" I'm half happy and half bitter. "Go home!" Mother still smiled with relief and patted her brother's hand. My brother made a face at me. Seeing my brother's tall figure beside my mother, I suddenly felt that I had lost something. Sailing ships can only miss the warm harbor, but they can't stay forever.
Before going back to school, my mother quietly packed my luggage. When she saw me walking around with her, she didn't speak. My mother said, "That's how your grandmother used to send me away." Ah, I looked at my mother silently, as if I saw my grandmother's busy hands. It suddenly dawned on me that my grandmother must have stood on the street corner before, waiting for my mother to go home, just like my mother is waiting for us to go home today. I will let my deep love dissolve in the waiting one day.
My mother stood quietly in the moonlight before my eyes, only knowing that no matter what happened, those nights in my memory would always be so beautiful.
2. Meng Jiao
the song of the homeless
The midline of the loving mother's hand,
You get dressed.
Tight seam,
I'm afraid I will be late.
Who is careless,
Make three spring scenery.
3. Poems for Mother
I saw a man.
Full of white hair
she
Smile for me.
I am skeptical.
turn up
Found the man.
Is my dearest
mother
I'm touching yours. ...
Full of white hair
ask
Why are they all white?
you
Laugh without words
I
I suddenly understood.
That hair
Because we are white.
I saw a man.
Wrinkled
she
Smile for me.
I
Approaching doubtfully
Found out it was me.
Dearest mother
I looked at your place.
Wrinkled
ask
How can there be so many?
you
Laugh without words
I
I suddenly understood.
That wrinkle
Born in us
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Mom, for a long time
I just want to write a poem for you.
But I wrote it many times.
I haven't written it yet
Mom, I wrote this poem for you.
I don't know how to start.
I don't know how to end it.
I don't know what to write.
It's like slapping you hard when you were a child.
I don't know whether to accept it bravely.
Or should I choose to escape?
Mom, I thought of you again tonight.
I decided to write a poem for you.
Even if it's not well written
Even if you are far from home.
Never read ...
Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason.
This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.
Wan Shui Qian Shan begged him to take her love and sorrow home.
■ Mother
Author: Gao Mingcheng
The earth has been spinning.
I accidentally fell into a ditch when I was a child.
You took it from the ground in a pool of blood.
Suddenly picked me up.
It's your omnipotent Hercules!
A thousand raindrops fell from the umbrella.
Grains pour into your back.
There is no rain in my arms.
The hospital is the end of the marathon.
This is your brave ambulance.
Chen Xing was born and died constantly.
I also know that it has aging and parting.
Regret is always deeply rooted in the heart after parting.
There are endless complaints about grasslands and rivers.
Spring is warm, and the sea and the sky are the same.
Is your avatar avalokitesvara!