Modern poetry praises Teacher's Day 1 You, an ordinary teacher, have extraordinary feelings.
It means a lot.
Your language,
As beautiful as poetry;
Your friendship,
As simple as painting.
You use meaningful words,
Write youth and beauty;
With your profound knowledge,
Feeding the flowers of the motherland.
In the clear night sky,
Hanging a brightest star,
That's how you feel,
Your thoughts,
And your knowledge.
Let me use spring, summer, autumn and winter,
Weave a beautiful wreath,
Put it on,
Your hairline.
Modern Poetry in Praise of Teachers' Day 2 Legend has it that angels can sing beautiful songs in the underworld.
I happened to pass that fork in the road.
The branches are cold and lonely.
The fragrance of sycamore flowers
A clean ray of light.
You broke a paper crane in your hand.
Long laugh
Oh, how quiet and noisy.
Lively loneliness staring at the distance.
I can't treat you like a sculpture or anything.
It's like thousands of walks
The trajectory is tortuous and must have its own direction.
Often ask, what is worthy of praise?
Unknown or earth-shattering
Well, I can hardly describe it with my mind.
Suddenly, you turn around.
A smile floats by the window.
It's just a metaphor
Just imagine.
The most touching hope turned out to be a casual look.
Passion precipitated and returned to my heart.
Modern poetry praises Teachers' Day. Teachers are like the golden moon.
In the dark blue night sky,
For the stars,
Give lectures.
Some stars are very naughty,
When ourtenant comes in and out,
Miss Moon is not worried.
With that crisp and beautiful voice,
Call back the heart of the leather star.
Night, deep,
Still echoing in the night sky,
The stars are bright,
The sound of reading
I don't know where the most beautiful language was born.
Yun San.
I only heard the cries of sparrows and rested at the window.
Dream is a phoenix flower.
Or stars.
And lighting
Everyone has their own light.
Cold or hot?
It is not because of persistence that we insist on silence.
It's not fantasy that makes you a little crazy.
Like everyone else.
You are ordinary and extraordinary.
Open up your own direction.
No admiring eyes
Don't look up so much.
The wind blew and the rain stopped.
A breath of Wei Yun floated across the river bank.
Modern Poetry Praising Teacher's Day September 5
Golden days
We are all around the teacher.
Wandering in the sea of knowledge
September
Harvest day
Teachers are cultivated in our hearts.
Harvest the pride of success.
teacher
You are like a lamp at night.
Guide us.
teacher
You are like a red sun in winter.
Warm this us.
Glittering white hair
A rickety body
Rough hand
Take it back without regrets
Do one's best
Three-foot platform, three-inch tongue, three-inch pen, three thousand peaches and plums
Ten years of education, ten years of wind, ten years of rain and a hundred thousand pillars.
You protect us lovingly.
Teach us
Work hard for us
Let's open our hearts.
Woven into the most beautiful garland
In the warm September
Dedicated to our beloved teacher.
The Architect of Human Spirit —— Teachers