Thanksgiving poem for Teachers' Day: Hello, teacher.

Lead: September 10 is a day worth celebrating. In this festive festival, cards and flowers can't express our heartfelt love and gratitude to our teachers. The following is a poem on Thanksgiving Day on 20 17: Hello, teacher, welcome for reference.

Chapter 1: 20 17 Teacher's Day Thanksgiving Poem: Hello, teacher.

Hello, teacher.

I received good news.

It says my efforts.

It was also carved with your hard work.

Hold a good news.

Very excited

But you are smiling.

Chronic pain

You made my dream come true.

A small orange lamp

Sometimes it's dawn.

Your thin body

Leave a window shadow

At this moment, I have set foot on the train going south for further study.

Teacher's Day is coming.

My deepest regards.

Hello, teacher!

Chapter 2: 20 17 Teacher's Day Thanksgiving Poem: Hello, teacher.

Just stepped into

Clear autumn in September

I asked affectionately.

Hello, teacher.

You use light like the morning star.

Illuminate every inch of our life.

You use chalk dust.

Dyed white moss

But let's confuse the unopened seedlings

Grow into a big tree

You burn yourself like a candle.

But let your wisdom blossom everywhere

Say hello to you on this special day.

Hello, teacher!

Chapter 3: 20 17 Teacher's Day Thanksgiving Poem: Hello, teacher.

I became a demon that year.

Where your eyes can't see.

make trouble

In the madness of youth

I am arrogant.

In the loyalty of teenagers

I am stubborn and willful.

I didn't finish my homework that year.

You give up eating and resting.

Tutor me alone

I was deeply moved.

Since then.

I'll give it back to you

Be calm and thoughtful.

Finally on the right track

Step into college

Memories of the present

Dreams are terrible.

It is full of thanks.

Kanglake

Teacher, you have worked hard.

Chapter 4: 20 17 Teacher's Day Thanksgiving Poem: Hello, teacher.

A ship in the sea

Continue to walk on the stormy road

You roll up your trouser legs.

Running on a river without a small bridge

The flowers that protect the motherland are getting more and more fragrant.

A crisp singing voice

Singing on a three-foot platform

That's you in the torrent of Jiang Tao.

Hope of redemption

Teacher's love is singing.

Day after day, year after year

You are always so determined.

In the wind and rain

You always hold up a blue sky.

Wait for the seedlings.