Poems praising students (1)
We are like the clouds of the four seasons,
Blowing all the time, drifting to the east, west, north and south.
We have been like running water for years.
Always in a hurry, never knowing how to rest.
We learn from each other and always blend together.
We wait for commitment and firmly believe in friendship.
We open our hearts,
Sow dreams in spring;
We racked our brains,
Let the blood rush in summer;
We build our bodies,
Harvest sweat in autumn;
We weave blood,
Let leisure stay in winter.
We have true feelings and kindness,
Like pine and cypress, like willow,
Stand together like trees;
Like lakes, like rivers,
It's like water molecules are always connected.
We have given and gained,
Flowers in spring, fruits in autumn,
As a hard honor, remember it in the years;
We have joy and tears,
Sometimes it comes, sometimes it's silent,
As a movement of life, it has been written into history.
We are interdependent and United,
We work hand in hand, and we feel the same.
Dress up the world with rosy face and green hair,
Show your beautiful body.
We want to be spoony birds,
Nesting on green branches,
Singing touching songs;
We prefer the drifting wind,
Stay on the beautiful branches,
Let those flowers be beautiful forever.
We are in the prime of life,
The light of youth is so beautiful;
We have extraordinary scenery,
The colorful body drive is also very dignified.
We are cold and warm,
We share love and friendship.
We are not afraid of wind and lightning, but we are afraid of lightning.
We long for blue sky and white clouds, and love rainbows more!
Our hands, like leaves in the clouds,
Our hearts, like roots, are firmly rooted in the earth;
Our love is like a river embracing the ocean.
Our dreams are like birds flying in the sky;
Only when you hate can you feel time-
We seem to have separated,
Only love can realize that life is-
This is meaningful.
Poems praising students (2)
Seedlings thrive in their hearts,
Work hard on campus.
Cream on black hair and sideburns,
The old horse has no complaints.
On the podium, the most nostalgic,
Full house, red face.
The yellow-billed eagle is fighting for food,
Spread your wings and fly into the blue sky in an instant.
Under the desk lamp, I am more nostalgic.
Draw a red line on the notebook in front of you.
The evening breeze is quiet and cicadas are singing,
Listen to the inner waves.
Thankfully, the altar is full of flowers.
Give a heartfelt sigh.
Old horseshoes won't stop,
Miss the campus beauty station ...
Your smiling face tells me that you are proud.
Your wrinkles tell me you love.
Your running figure tells me that you know how heavy your shoulders are.
You said: the revitalization of the motherland lies in education, and education is in my hands.
You said: a hundred years of practice is a ladder to play a role.
You said: the road to the blueprint is very difficult, and I would like to be the cornerstone of the road extension.
You said: Every student is the only one in the family. I have no choice but to go all the way.
You said: I will scrub the teacher's name with sweat.
You think, you argue, you blush,
You learn from it, you sum up, and you catch up with the rising sun.
You draw a tick, you write a comment, you are meticulous,
You care, you inspire, and your kindness comes to an end like the sunset.
You look out, your eyes are as deep as the dark night sky.
When you walk, your steps are as vigorous as a meteor.
If you meditate, the river will not work, the clouds will not go, and everything will be silent.
You look forward to the blue sky in June, with good news and fruitful results.
Who got up earlier than you and Qixing?
Who walks wider than the night shift workers and who walks more intensively at night?
You resolutely shut the immature call to the outhouse and let the midnight light make the next day's class lively.
You ran between the hospital and the classroom, and conquered the affection you had silently endured with a sonorous explanation.
You forgot your lover's birthday just to light a student's birthday candle.
You try your best to overcome the cold wind in winter and send greetings in spring to the dormitory without heating.
You postponed the second interview only because the final exam is coming.
You're not old, you're just wrinkled too early.
Your cheerful smiling face is often overshadowed by students' unsatisfactory grades.
Three sentences cannot be separated from students.
You shut the door, but you can never shut up your concern for the students.
The words in your dictionary are getting monotonous, and your life is not so bright.
Poetry in praise of students (3)
Campus, you are a vibrant garden.
Flowers are growing vigorously.
I wish I could be one of the flowers,
Can grow up healthily under your care!
Campus, you are a paradise full of laughter,
You let the children bring laughter.
I wish I was one of them,
Can let us spend a happy childhood with laughter!
Campus, you are our learning world,
You have made a group of ignorant children the pillars of the motherland.
I have become one of them,
I swim in your arms in the ocean of knowledge!