The precious feelings of teachers and students in those days
Spring breeze melts rain and moistens everything.
Young crops benefit from strong growth.
Teachers' virtues are widely praised.
Disciples feel sorry for the end of their lives.
Remember everything.
All the threads are asleep.
These cases are engraved on my mind.
Finally, the word "good" is always related to love.
Spend 300 days with you
Get along endlessly.
2. (Poetry) Teacher-student relationship
We are two trees in the forest.
I am Xiao Shu.
You are a big tree.
We stand together.
Learn from your deep love.
We are two leaves on a branch.
They are a pair of good friends who are happy in the breeze
I love you
You love me.
We are still two seedlings in the world.
I am Vivi.
You are the great temple.
Like a mother and daughter on the battlefield.
Laugh while growing up
until one day
A strong wind blew.
I'm still standing here
You are far away. . . . . .
But I am still like a winter jasmine.
Looking forward to the spring breeze.
Looking forward to our reunion.
Although I'm looking forward to it
Have deep gratitude and thoughts. . . . . .
3. Lilacs
Stand on tiptoe,
Walking into the quiet yard,
We put a clove,
Plant it in the teacher's window.
Teacher, teacher,
Let its green branches and leaves,
Put your hand in your window,
Stay with you every night.
Teacher-
Green leaves rustle in the wind,
That was when we were in song for you,
Help you get rid of the fatigue of the day.
Teacher-
A tree full of flowers,
That's our smiling face,
Thank you for always supporting us.
It's late at night, and the stars are sleepy and blink.
Teacher, have a rest,
Let the flowers float into your dreams,
That dream must be sweet and fragrant.
The teacher's kindness is shared with the crescent moon.
Qingjian piano splits the gap in the night
fine hair
Suddenly active.
You are at such a moment.
Come to me.
pitch-dark night
The wings of the wind are flowing.
There must be tears from classmates who shine.
Your lens
Tear the dark side
You are inside and outside the window.
This is the wave of the heart lake.
Dancing in the shade of trees
You are like the crescent moon, full of thoughts.
You are from China.
Stone is the softest flower.
Lu Xun's hair is your sonorous words standing in history.
Beat the bone
Every inch of healthy skin.
My face is like the real copy of Liu Gongquan.
You can call out
Crisp syllables
I support you as a gentleman.
You suddenly laughed.
One of the most brilliant flowers.
Big and tender
You said the stone was the softest part.
Missing is the road in the dark.
I am your * * * scattered in the Jianghu.
With other disciples
Standing on the roadside of missing.
Review your difficult sentences.
My mind spits out new green and grows new branches day by day.
I know you're watching us.
Plant a deadly method.
Finding you is the wish of this life.
We can tell by looking at our faces.
Brothers and sisters stand in a row.
Pave the way for missing.
6. Twenty years of ups and downs,
There is a full moon on September 20th.
Twenty years apart, missing each other,
Twenty years together, tears streaming down my face.
At the moment of shaking hands with the teacher,
At the moment of hugging my classmates.
Our teacher is back,
Yesterday we watched our classmates' Spring Festival.
One of the teaching pillars of teachers,
Lead us to explore the mysteries of life.
The three-foot platform in the classroom,
Let us feel forever broad.
Small trees on campus,
It was cultivated by us and our teachers.
Stone classroom,
It was the teacher who built it with us.
At my alma mater,
We learn to study and work.
With the teacher,
We learn to be human and face all kinds of difficulties!
We use the sound of books,
Shaking the golden and beautiful morning light.
The teacher is looking forward to it.
Ignite our ideals and beliefs.
Like a seedling that breaks through the ground,
Like a Chun Yan flapping its wings.
We thrive in the sunshine on campus,
We fought the sky under the guidance of our teacher.
Twenty years later,
Twenty years have passed in an instant.
Twenty years later,
Twenty years without regrets.
When we were farmers,
I haven't forgotten the hard work of farmers.
We are teachers,
I haven't forgotten the teacher's example.
We are managers,
Do not forget to contribute to society and operate according to law.
We are leaders,
I have never forgotten that I will always be a civil servant of the people!
Once he saw through the world of mortals,
Used to bend roads.
I've been depressed and confused,
People have been hesitant.
But when I think of my classmates' sincere friendship,
I feel open-minded and sunny.
But recalling the teacher's encouraging eyes,
I feel more confident, and the spring breeze blows on my face.
The wind and frost of the years,
The teacher's sideburns have been dyed white.
Lost time,
It also ruined the appearance of classmates.
Yes, we have long been away from our alma mater.
But our hearts,
But with teachers and classmates,
Very close, very close.
Yes, we are no longer young,
But as an honest teenager,
Never change your heart,
Childlike heart never dies!
I can't forget it,
On the black land outside the school,
When my father plowed the seeds,
Bend over.
I can't forget it,
Under the old locust tree at the head of the village,
When the mother sent her son to school,
The long-awaited tears.
I can't forget it before and after class.
The teacher is as strict as his father.
Can't forget inside and outside the school,
Students are as warm as brothers.
I can't forget the teacher's great trust in shaking hands.
I can't forget the calling voice when my classmates separated.
I can't forget the whisper at the foot of Mount Fulai.
I can't forget Liu Qinghe's oath.
I can't forget to face the bright red league flag.
We solemnly raised our right hands.
I can't forget Chairman Mao's solemn spirit.
We shouted bloody vows.
This is a stone,
Condensation can support the building of the motherland.
This is a river,
Meeting can make waves in the sea.
This is a small tree,
Hard work can grow into a pillar of the country.
It is a kind of grass,
Communication can dress up the vast land.
As long as there is a childlike innocence,
We are open-minded,
Handsome,
Always young.
As long as there is sincerity,
We dare to tell the teacher,
Dare to tell your parents,
Dare to heaven!
As long as there is friendship,
We are like sitting in the spring breeze,
Like drinking nectar,
Add wings to the tiger.
As long as you have perseverance,
We are not afraid of suffering,
Not afraid of setbacks,
Not afraid of all dangers and difficulties!
Remember, our raw materials are students,
Remember, our parents are farmers.
Remember, our role model is the teacher.
Remember, our starting point is campus.
Unique parents in the world,
Teacher-student relationship is the most important relationship in the world.
Teachers and students get together and leave good memories.
The magnificent blue sky is displayed in all directions.
Let's raise our glasses,
Bless teachers and classmates.
Let's have a good drink,
Wish the motherland and the future.
I wish the teacher always young,
I wish the students progress every day.
I wish my dear motherland flowers,
I wish you a bright future and bright sunshine!
This person thinks it is the best and most suitable for your requirements.
7. Seeing the teacher's arched back from a distance,
Sour in my heart,
Teacher, teacher,
You love us like a gardener.
Teacher, teacher,
You are like a candle,
Dedicate your youth silently,
Teacher,
The wrinkles on your face witness your own journey,
Teacher, teacher,
We love you.
Teacher,
Time can dilute the years,
But it won't fade,
Our love for you,
Teacher, you have worked hard.
8. The following are prose poems.
hope
Addition, subtraction, multiplication and division are not your efforts! Poetry and songs can't stop praising you! You water our ideal flowers with the nectar of knowledge; You moistened the beautiful fruit of our feelings with clear springs. In this unusual festival, offer our deep blessing!
Send you your first spring and New Year card every year. My dear teacher, may spring be with you forever!
Gardener-a lofty title. Look at the flowers blooming on that branch, watered by your hard sweat. Bless you: peaches and plums are all over the world, and spring is blooming!
The sun shines and the gardener's heart is warm; Rain and dew moisten, peaches and plums are tender and red. I wish you a happy Teacher's Day.
You are a gardener, adding beauty to the mountains and rivers of the motherland; You are like a spring rain, nourishing peaches and plums, and the land of China is full of fragrance. In this festive festival, let me present a heart flower and express my heartfelt wishes to you.
Writing carols with rosy clouds all over the sky and composing poems with flowers all over the place can't express our congratulations on the teacher's holiday!
"Peach and plum are all over the world" is the glory of teachers. -In this beautiful and sunny gardener's day, I wish the teacher happiness and youth forever!
I am not your best student, but you are my most respected teacher. In your festival, I want to pay high tribute to you.
Dear teacher, your earnest teachings are like spring breeze, like Seo Woo, and you will never forget my heart. I sincerely wish you happiness!
We grow from seedlings to trees, but we will always be your students. I wish you more than 60 years old and the tree of life will be evergreen.
You teach students in accordance with their aptitude and are good at enlightening your mind. We congratulate you on your victory with excellent results!
Teacher, I wish you a generation of students and talents, and a generation of elites.
Teacher, you are sincere, kind and beautiful. May all the students' hearts be open to you.
May the music of my stream reverberate in your deep valley forever.
When the sea ebbs, colorful shells are left on the beach. When we graduate, we give our teachers sincere wishes.
appreciate
You warm every classmate's heart with fire-like emotion, countless hearts are stirred by you, and even your back is condensed with fiery eyes …
You are not an actor, but you attract our hungry eyes; You are not a singer, but let the clear spring of knowledge tinkle and sing charming songs; You are not a sculptor, but you are shaping the soul of young people ... Teacher, how can I forget you!
The name engraved on the board may not be immortal, and the name engraved on the stone may not be immortal; Teacher, your name is engraved in our hearts, which is truly eternal.
Your thoughts, your words, are full of poetry and philosophy. They are so magical ―― ah, how many wonderful ripples they have aroused in my mind!
You respect sincerity and honesty, which is regarded as the rule of life. You are a model in the eyes of our students.
I worship great men and celebrities, but I am more eager to dedicate my respect and praise to an ordinary person-my teacher, you.
You are strict with us and take your own actions as an example. Once your suggestion, request or even order is put forward, we must do it, but it always makes us believe in it and act consciously. This is the tall image you left in my heart.
In my heart, you are the most severe father and the most kind mother; You are an unsung hero and a famous teacher.
Your voice and smile always flash in front of my eyes; You are a kind of character and personality, which will always be treasured in the depths of my memory.
Ah, teacher-the engineer of human soul, only this glorious name has the connotation as rich as the sea and as deep as the blue!
Teacher, this dazzling name, like a brilliant star, will always hang high on our chest.
Even if my temples are gray, I will still sincerely call you-teacher! In front of this sacred and lofty word, I will always be a student who needs enlightenment!
In the sea of life, teacher, you are like a high beacon light, standing on the vast sea, guiding our forward voyage forever!
Don't hesitate to burn yourself and release all the heat, all the light and all the energy. Teacher, you are like a red candle, loved and admired!
Some people say that teachers are like mountains, because mountains are lofty and revered. I also want to say that teachers are like the sea, because the sea is vast and immeasurable.
In the eyes of students, you are "the real seed, the messenger of goodness and the banner of beauty".
You are a charcoal fire in the severe winter, a stepping stone in the turbulent flow under the shade in the summer, and a beacon light in the foggy sea-teacher, you set an example, educate people well, and be a ladder, which is unforgettable!
The higher you climb, the harder you drill. -The Analects of Confucius Zi Han
New bamboo is taller than old bamboo, and their growth is supported by old branches. New students will be born next year, and 100 thousand dragons and grandchildren will go around Fengchi. -[Qing] Zheng Xie
thank you
On the journey of life, you have enriched my thoughts, developed my intelligence and lit the light of hope for me. Thank you teacher!
Spring rain, which dyed the world green, disappeared silently in the soil. Teacher, you are the spring rain that moistens our hearts, and we will always thank you.
Teacher, you are the ocean, I am the shell, and you gave me colorful colors ... how can I thank you!
Stepping through every corner of my heart, every inch of my heart is full of respect for you.
Just like on a snowy winter night, I came to the hearth from the windy outdoor; Teacher, your care, like the deep red of charcoal, has given me infinite warmth. How can I not thank you?
Thank you very much for your careful teaching, I will keep it in mind!
The ends of the earth are everywhere, and only teachers are infinitely kind. Thank you teacher!
You dyed my youthful color with all your love; You forged my unyielding character with persistent faith ... teacher, there is a you shining in the spark of my life!
Birds encounter wind and rain and hide in their nests; There is wind and rain in my heart, always hiding in your arms-teacher, you are my umbrella and wind wall, how can I not thank you!
Without your generous dedication, I wouldn't be here today. Thank you very much, dear teacher.
You sent me into a colorful world, and you brought me into an infinite world ... Teacher, my heart is calling you and saluting you.
Give me spirit, tenderness and maternal love ... teacher, you only give, never take. How can I not show my sincere respect to you?
Your eyes are silent language, full of expectations for me; It is the burning flame that gives me great heat: it will be imprinted in my heart for a long time. ...
If I can fight the blue sky, you gave me wings to fly; If I am a warrior who breaks the waves, you have given me the power to make waves; If I am an immortal torch, it is you who give me the light of youth!
Teacher, in today's light of wisdom, there is also the spark that you ignited in the past!
In the past, you planted the seeds of knowledge in my heart. Today, I have achieved fruitful results in scientific research-teacher, this is your harvest!
Your inculcation has turned into wisdom in my heart, blood in my chest and code of conduct ... thank you for your careful cultivation.
Because of your loving irrigation and hard work, there will be gorgeous peaches and plums and golden rice and wheat. May my gratitude turn into a bunch of flowers that will never fade and bring fragrance to your life.
I can't forget your gentle words, which washed away the dust and mud in my heart; I can't forget your mighty east wind-like exhortation and summon up the courage to move forward. Teacher, I am grateful to you all my life!
Vacuum, firmness, humility and simplicity-this is the song you taught me to sing, and this is the road you guided me to take in life.
There is a rainbow that doesn't appear after the rain or in the sky. It often appears in my heart, urging me to be an upright person-dedicated to my mentor who has always cared about me!
Teacher, thank you for illuminating the journey of my life with your own light of life.
Sinian Period
Everything in the past will be a beautiful memory ―― Teacher, I miss my middle school days, my alma mater and you. ...
If time can go back, let me go back to my student days ―― dear teacher, how I want to listen to your earnest teachings again …
After parting, your voice often echoes in my ears for a long time; Your figure often appears in front of my eyes; Your teachings, in my heart forever ...
Life is an endless road. I walk, walk, keep walking. When I am tired and slack, your firm face, firm voice and tenacious spirit will float in my memory. Teacher, you have taught me life, how can I forget you!
Whenever I harvest, I can't help but miss the hard-working cultivator-the teacher.
Teacher, although I have been away for a long time, your image seems to be a bright light, which has been flashing in my heart.
Today, I am in a distant place, folding the yesterday you gave me into a boat of memory and floating it in the lake of missing.
The clothes are still the same, and the lights are still the same. Your familiar blackboard writing and familiar voice lead our thoughts to the past student days. Oh, teacher ...
Miss you, dear teacher! I cherish the gaze of your bright eyes in my heart. They are like clear water with two eyes, flowing in my heart forever. ...
Those who drink its stream will cherish its source, and when they learn, they will miss my teacher.
Zansong
Teacher, everyone says that you are cultivating the pillars of the motherland; I want to say that you are the pillars of the motherland. You have propped up the backbone of our generation!
You are like a red candle, giving all the heat and light to the younger generation! Your character and spirit can be summed up in two words-burning! Keep burning!
Ah, with you, the garden is so gorgeous and the earth is full of spring! Teacher, please open the window and have a look. All this love and this garden full of peaches and plums are paying tribute to you!
Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how can so many beautiful flowers of the soul bloom? Ah, teacher, engineer of human soul, who is not praising you!
Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and happiness. Teacher, you are the sower of this hope and happiness!
Teacher, you are a cultivator and a sower of beauty. It is you, shining with beautiful sunshine, nourishing beautiful rain and dew, making our hearts green and full of flowers!
You are busy with the blooming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, silently hanging the shade of leaves! Ah, teacher, your spirit, always remember my heart!
You are more like a nameless root, let the young trees grow sturdily, let the branches bear rich fruits, but ask for nothing in return.
You gave us a ruler of life, let us measure it every day; You gave us a mirror of exemplary behavior, and let us learn everywhere.
You are a bridge, connecting the cut mountains for us and leading us to the peak of harvest; You are a green vine, tough and slender, which guides us to collect Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng at the top of the cliff.
When Miao Er needs a glass of water, never send a bucket of water. And when you need a bucket of water, never give a glass of water. Giving in due time is a skill of a good gardener. My teacher, this is your art of education.
Regardless of the cold inkstone in Qin Xin, peaches are ripe and dripping, but plums are ripe and incompetent. It is easy to grow flowers, but difficult to educate people. The valley is very fragrant, poems are full of people, paintings are full of people, and talented people smile.
Teacher, you sow spring, ideals and strength with the noblest feelings of human beings. ...
Sowing with language, cultivating with colored pens, watering with sweat and nourishing with painstaking efforts are the noble work of our beloved teacher.
You work in the present, but you are building the future of the motherland; You teach in class, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland.
Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then students are the sand in the clam; You lick it, grind it, soak it, and wash it with love ... Over the years, the sand turns into pearls and shines.
There are countless proud and happy memories in your teaching career, but you keep them in your heart, just staring at a garden to be explored.
If I were a poet, I would write poems with enthusiasm and praise the vastness and profundity of the sea. And dedicated to you-my broad-minded and knowledgeable teacher.
Teachers are kindling, igniting the fire in students' hearts; Teachers are stone steps, carrying students to climb steadily step by step.
You are like a candle, thin as it is, but with a little heat and light, it illuminates others and exhausts yourself. This selfless dedication is unforgettable.
Spring silkworm has never said anything to brag about in her life, and the silver silk spit out is a ruler to measure the value of life. Dear teacher, you have never shown off in front of others, but the blooming peaches and plums are the highest evaluation for you.
Your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze and as sweet as a clear spring. Your love is more severe than father's love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than friendship. Your teacher's love is the greatest and cleanest in the world.
The value of fireflies is to shine on others with lights hanging from the back end; Your respect lies in always providing convenience for others.
Who scattered the rain and dew all over the earth? Who feeds the seedlings hard? It's you, teacher, you are a great gardener! Look at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one is not as hard as you, and which one is not as smiling as you!