The complete works of caring classroom poems

A pile of short poems (1), chalk and ancient limestone are reduced to ashes, and thousands of years of history are still looming in its memory. The white car body flashed in front of us, inspiring people who want to transform history. (2) Did you say on the blackboard that the night never left? The trace of the meteor is a poem of praise. Although no one has deliberately discovered your beauty, I know that you can shake off the words that have been condensed for 5 thousand years with a light skirt. (3) Have you forgotten? There are some dreams in the handwriting. As soon as I opened it, my classmate Feitian wrote, I want to be a scientist, I want to be a doctor, and another wrote, I want to be a teacher. The whole office is full of knowing smiles and pride. (4) When the school bell rings, the whole class stands in line for attention. The headmaster issued an order on the podium. Remember, don't forget the rules of the student code, and don't forget to grade your homework. Don't forget to dismiss. There is no one on the playground. I want to stay in my heart so that I can work hard on campus. The black hair on my temples is covered with powder cream, and the old horse has no complaints. On the podium, the most nostalgic, full face. Yellow-billed eagles are fighting for food, and suddenly they spread their wings and flew into the blue sky. Under the desk lamp, I feel more nostalgic, and the book in front of me has drawn a red line. The evening breeze is quiet and cicadas are singing, listening to the surge of emotion. Thankfully, the altar is full of flowers and heartfelt sighs. You tell me your smiling face, your pride in your wrinkles, your love for your running figure, and you know how heavy the burden is on your shoulders. You said: the rejuvenation of the motherland lies in education, and education is in my hands. You said: This is a ladder that can last for a hundred years. You said: the road to the blueprint is very difficult, and I am willing to be the cornerstone and make way for extension. You said: Every student is the only one in the family. Only along the way, you said: I want to scrub the teacher's name with sweat. You think, you argue, you blush, you learn from, you sum up, you chase the rising sun, you tick, you write comments, you are meticulous, you care, you inspire, you are kind as the sun sets, you look out, your eyes are as deep as the dark night sky, you walk, your steps are as vigorous as flying meteors, you meditate, rivers do not fall, clouds do not walk. Fruits are all over the tree. Who got up earlier than you and Qixing? Who walks wider than the night shift workers? 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 rushed between the hospital and the classroom, conquered the family you took away silently with a sonorous explanation, forgot your lover's birthday, just to light a student's birthday candle. You overcame the cold wind of winter with care. Send spring wishes to the dormitory without heating. You can't take the second interview, just because the final exam is near your old age, but it is wrinkled too early. Your cheerful smiling face is often overshadowed by students' unsatisfactory grades. Three sentences cannot be separated from students. You close the door, but you can never close your concern for the students. The vocabulary in your dictionary is getting monotonous, and your life is not so bright.