Teacher, you have worked hard!
Who is it-
Leading the ignorant 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-
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!
Teachers' Day Poetry-Teachers' Praise
How many years of seasonal cycles, how many spring, summer, autumn and winter,
You are a red candle burning bright life,
How much blood and sweat, not seeking fame and history.
You spread the fire of wisdom with true feelings.
Just like the spring silkworm gave her lifelong loyalty,
Just like Dong Mei singing the song of early spring.
How many sleepless nights, how many times the lights are on,
In the long night, there is a figure at your desk.
Add China hair to the hair, and the three-foot platform laughs.
You shorten the distance between heart and heart with love.
You are the sunshine that melts the cold ice and snow,
You are the guide to lead people out of the maze of science.
Ah! Glorious teachers and hardworking gardeners!
The fragrance of peaches and plums is your joy, silently dedicating your selfless heart.
Ah! Glorious teachers and hardworking gardeners!
The fragrance of peaches and plums is your joy, silently dedicating your selfless heart.
At the window, a lilac flower (Teng Yu Xu)
Tiptoe into the dense green courtyard,
We planted a lilac in front of the teacher's window.
Teacher, teacher, let it be a green leaf,
Reach into your window and stay with you every night.
Listen, listen, the green leaves rustle in the wind,
That's when we sing to you and help you relieve a lot of fatigue.
Look, look, the trees are full of flowers.
That's our smiling face. Thank you for always supporting us.
It's late at night, and the stars are so sleepy that they blink. Teacher, put down the lesson plan quickly.
Let the flowers float into your dream, which must be sweet and fragrant.
(formerly "new boy" 1985. 18)
3. Mountain Village Alma Mater
Who will listen to your gentle whisper?
When the rosy sunset sets.
Who will share your happiness and noise?
When the crystal leaves are dewy, there will be faint white smoke.
Children's laughter, Long song of the wild goose.
Reweave your glorious morning. ...
Ah, everything wants to stay here
When you raised us.
I just want to take away a flute and an honest and enthusiastic heart forever.
Go to distant song for you. ...
Well, I want to take everything away again.
With the fragrance of Shan Ye around you.
Every meadow and forest of yours.
Every day you call our morning bell and evening bell.
There are also dreamy white clouds rising slowly from the distant mountains, as bright as tin foil. ...
(Originally published in People's Literature No.7 1988)
4. Flowers for the teacher (Liu Chongshan)
Happily ushered in the holiday, they went to the wild to pick flowers,
Flowers decorate the green fields-what a beautiful spring scene!
Suddenly, they remembered their teacher. At the moment, she is sitting alone under the window. ...
I dyed my teacher's hair very hard, and I never had leisure on holidays.
Doesn't the teacher love flowers? We should pick the most beautiful flowers for her,
With sincere heart, please accept my dear teacher!
Gently walked to the teacher's window, she was correcting the exercise book,
Blue handwriting is like a green field, and red comment on writing is like clusters of flowers. ...
Ah! There is a picture more beautiful than the field under the teacher's window:
Bright flowers overflow with fragrance, and dazzling colors radiate brilliance. ...
There may be no need to offer flowers in your hand, the children's thoughts have been expressed.
What a beautiful flower of the motherland, taking root and blooming in the teacher's heart. ...
(Originally published in Jiefang Daily in June 1979)
(2) Songs
1, a star lights up on the mountain road (Meng Ling rolls)
Birds dream, the night is quiet, and a star shines on the mountain road.
Flash across the stone bridge and shine into the Woods. That's the teacher making up lessons with a lamp.
Stars, stars, stars, stars, shining, shining, shining,
Ah, stars, stars, the teacher's fiery heart. You are the teacher's ardent heart.
Ah, star, star, you are the teacher's fiery heart. Bright in the wind, bright in the rain,
There is an immortal star on the mountain road. Burning love, burning love, that is the teacher's heart,
A warm and quiet mountain village. Stars, stars, stars, stars,
According to the bamboo fence gate, how many bamboo fence gates, ah, stars, stars,
How many future stars light up how many future stars.
2. Our Hope Primary School (Li Chuan, Fan Jiang)
Walking into the ravine, the village is far away, and the tits think I want to mow the grass.
Tit tits, you are mistaken. Look, look, I'm carrying a schoolbag. Our Hope Primary School is really good,
The five-star red flag fluttered, and the teacher said that Beijing children knew that we had started school.
The quiet mountain became noisy, and tits took me to school.
Tits, tits, fall on the treetops and sing with us.
We hope the primary school is really good and the sunshine is great. Dad says study is very important. Don't waste your time.
3. Hello, teacher (Yu Qiang)
Hello, teacher, you have worked hard. Hello, teacher, you have worked hard.
How much green grass you moistened, how many young plants you dyed green,
How many strong young trees you have cultivated and how many happy birds you have released.
How many mysteries of the world have you described, how many naive question marks have you answered,
How many touching stories you told and how many shining thoughts you inspired.
Hello, teacher, you have worked hard. Hello, teacher, you have worked hard.
There is the pride of my writing on the blackboard, and the loftiness you set up on the podium.
There are your persistent eyes on campus and your affectionate smile in the sea.
Hello, teacher, you have worked hard. Hello, teacher, you have worked hard.
4. Every day of the teacher (Jin Boci)
As we all know, teachers sleep late every day;
We all know that teachers get up early every day.
The teacher's sleep is very short, very short, and the bell rings in class.
Jingle bell, Jingle bell, Jingle bell, Jingle bell,
Between night and dawn, the teacher is burning, burning, burning like a red candle.
As we all know, teachers come the earliest every day;
As we all know, teachers leave at the latest every day.
Teacher's Day is very long, very long. She stands in the sun and thinks about tomorrow.
Jingle bell, Jingle bell, Jingle bell, Jingle bell,
Between today and tomorrow, teachers are like a bridge, on their shoulders, on their shoulders.
I sang a song (a new word of Hou Rui) for my teacher.
Love is a passionate and beloved teacher.
I want to present a song for you. Your hair is like frost and your passion is like fire.
Dear teacher, I want to present a song for you.
You planted peaches and plums all over the garden, and you gave the garden golden fruits;
The descendants of the motherland will produce excellent materials, which is your greatest joy.
You are as white and pure as chalk and twinkle like a candle.
Dedicate youth, work quietly, contribute talents and benefit the motherland.
Ah ... love is a passionate and beloved teacher.
I want to present you with a song, noble feelings and ordinary work.
Dear teacher, I want to present a song for you.
6. The teacher's eyes can speak (Luo's words)
Our teacher's eyes are black and big, and students say it can talk, which is true.
Once when we were studying by ourselves, everyone was chattering, and the teacher came over and took a look at us. The classroom was quiet at once.
The teacher's eyes, silent words, gentle breeze and drizzle gently brushed the bud that had just broken ground.
Our teacher's eyes are black and big, and students say it can talk, which is true.
Once, we were in a state of anxiety during the exam. The teacher came over and took a look at us, and the stone in our hearts was immediately put down.
The teacher's eyes, silent words, warm sunshine, urged the blossoming flowers.
7. The teacher smiled (Lang Taigen)
How much joy does the spring breeze have? All blooming flowers know; How happy is the teacher? Our hearts know best.
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la. Our beloved teacher smiled when we were awarded the three good certificates.
How happy is the sea? All the running rivers know it; How happy is the teacher? Our hearts know best.
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la.
8. Whenever I walk past the teacher's window (Jin Zhe's words)
The stars are shining in the quiet night, and the teacher's room is bright all night.
Every time I walk past your window, bright lights shine on my heart.
Ah, whenever I think of you, my dear good teacher, a warm current stirs in my heart.
Cultivate a new generation of hardworking gardeners. When it is late at night and it is still bright,
You have worked hard to write a textbook, and a tall figure is reflected in your window.
Ah, whenever I think of you, my dear good teacher, a warm current stirs in my heart.
On the new Long March, you have made great contributions, and successive successors have thrived, shouldering the hope of the motherland. You always stare with tears in your eyes.
Ah, whenever I think of you, my dear good teacher, a warm current stirs in my heart.
9. Being around the teacher
Since we stepped into the school, we have lived beside our teachers. From a crying child to a knowledgeable teenager!
Although we left our mother's arms, the red scarf held up our shoulders;
This little progress has made teachers pay a lot of blood and sweat!
I remember how many sunny days we walked with our teachers on campus.
Let's talk about life and ideals, and also talk about an infinitely beautiful tomorrow!
How many silent nights, the teacher's figure is still printed in front of the window;
He made a little progress for us, so excited that he forgot to sleep!
One day in the future, we will go far;
Goodbye my dear teacher and our familiar campus!
With the teacher's deep expectations, to realize the ideal of childhood;
At that time, our thoughts will fly to the teacher's side and also to the teacher's side!
10, gardener's praise
The young trees in the nursery are bathed in the spring breeze, and the sunflowers on campus are moist with rain and dew.
Who is cultivating the flowers of the motherland? Water with sweat.
Ah, our beloved teacher is like the hard-working gardener in the garden.
Our red scarf salutes you! Our red scarf salutes you!
I salute you, and we will never live up to your expectations.
Learn skills well for building socialism.
The morning wind blew down the stars in the sky, and the rising sun ushered in a golden dawn.
Who works under the lamp every night? Who works hard in class every day?
Ah, our beloved teacher is infinitely loyal to the party's educational cause.
Our red scarf salutes you! Our red scarf salutes you!
Salute you, we will always remember the party's teaching,
A revolutionary successor who was tempered into capitalism.