1. Teacher's Day gift (group poem)
carnation
A little bit.
Be held higher than the podium by students.
In a flash, the eyes of teachers and students gathered together.
Blending of affection and love
Birth is eternal.
greeting card
Opening it is a smiling face.
There are still a few lines of immature words.
Sudden erasure
The wrinkles around the teacher's eyes.
Just shaking the tears of happiness.
green tea
I can't be more considerate.
Look at the shallow water.
Smell a faint scent of tea.
The child is very refreshing.
Moisturizes all the past
traditional Chinese medicine
I have been teaching for a long time.
Sore throat.
Boat-fruited Sterculia and Throat Treasure
Brought by them
give the right prescription for an illness
Paper crane
Folding stack
It's all for friendship.
This was taught by the teacher.
Give it back to the teacher.
Tell the memory of many years.
2. Poems dedicated to Teachers' Day
September fruity fragrance
Chrysanthemum yellow in September
In September, we remember who is still spreading hope.
We collect sunshine in September.
In September, we sang affectionately.
September is a touching season, cherished by the eyes of knowledge for a lifetime.
There are blessings flying among the autumn leaves in September.
September poets create immortal poems.
In September, we never forgot who was silently making our wedding clothes.
September makes us dare not forget.
In September, we dare not forget who taught us to think.
In September, I dare not forget who made the world have love and books.
In September, we dare not forget who built the temple of knowledge with hard work.
In September, we dare not forget who guided us in confusion.
In September, we watched the wave of wheat harvest.
In September, we were still growing up in textbooks.
In September, we will never forget the admiration we remember with emotion.
There is one thing.
There is something called sacredness.
It is the star that lights up on the horizon at dawn.
Silently according to the first come, first come.
Let's go to the countless flashes in our dreams.
There is something called eternity.
It's a stone coming back from watching the tide by the sea.
Gradually consume life in the wind and rain.
Become a totem worshipped by countless pilgrims.
There is a thing called sincerity
This is an unadorned white cloud.
Carry too much with your own fatigue.
The eager eyes of a bird who wants to fly
There is such a thing as making love, simplicity, dedication or.
You can also call it another compliment because she is so beautiful.
Yes, some people wrote a great poem by themselves.
Just like the silent ear of wheat grows and gives birth to hope after harvesting.
3. Teacher Yang
Grey tile
Fall into the autumn rain
The green moss forms a yearning.
Filter out the dust of the years
A drop of pure water
Run down from the eaves
Moisturize another bumper harvest
The wind crumpled enough paper.
The shadow of candlelight shattered.
The song of insects at night
Enlarge a graph.
You have a pen in your hand.
There is silver hair on his head.
Imagine the route after dawn.
The combination of chalk and blackboard
The combination of books and sounds.
Will always be the melody in the classroom
A thin body
Full of years of wind, frost and joy.
Just for the peaches and plums under the green forest tree.
Orchards are all over the world.
For a man,
The birthright I've been waiting for all my life.
Teachers paid by the government