In today's social life, everyone has been exposed to recitation. The reciter needs to have a certain political and ideological accomplishment and social knowledge accomplishment, which is the basis of reciting expression. So what kind of recitation is a good recitation? The following is a model essay for the recitation of "Thanksgiving Teacher" compiled by me, hoping to help everyone.
1, teacher
You are a red candle burning bright life,
How much blood and sweat, not seeking fame and history.
You spread the fire of wisdom with true feelings.
Just like the spring silkworm gave her lifelong loyalty,
Just like Dong Mei singing the song of early spring.
How many sleepless nights, how many times the lights are on,
In the long night, there is a figure at your desk.
Add China hair to the hair, and the three-foot platform laughs.
You shorten the distance between heart and heart with love.
You are the sunshine that melts the cold ice and snow,
You are the guide to lead people out of the maze of science.
Ah! Glorious teachers and hardworking gardeners!
The fragrance of peaches and plums is your joy, silently dedicating your selfless heart.
Ah! Glorious teachers and hardworking gardeners!
The fragrance of peaches and plums is your joy, silently dedicating your selfless heart.
2. My teacher
Who is it-
Leading the ignorant into the spacious classroom,
It is you! Teacher!
With your hard sweat, you have nurtured the tender seedlings that have just broken ground in spring.
Who is it-
Put naughty us
Education should be considerate and helpful?
It is you! Teacher!
Your care is like a warm spring breeze.
It warms our hearts.
Who is it-
Put young us
Cultivate a mature and sensible teenager?
It is you! Teacher!
Your protection makes us grow up healthily.
The autumn season is fruitful.
You have worked hard! Teacher!
People who work hard in the heat and cold.
You have worked hard! Teacher!
Dedicate youth to nothingness.
We pay high tribute to you!
-You have worked hard, teacher!
3. Say goodbye at last.
In this boundless summer.
The sky is high, You Lan,
The fragrance of gardenia drifted with the wind.
The last time we walked together on the dusk path,
I heard someone singing the songs we used to sing in the sunset.
We smiled at each other.
This kind of singing reminds us of the past that we can never come back.
Thinking of the old days,
I've seen countless separations before.
We used to sing in separate places,
But today is our turn.
Let's shake hands and say goodbye in the summer wind.
For this farewell, we used the whole youth as a foreshadowing.
We have prepared everything,
There will never be such a grand farewell in my life.
But tears still gush from our hearts,
Just like those lost youth that never come back.
You told me not to cry,
We will never forget the past, and we believe that there is eternity in this world.
But why? When I looked up, I saw tears in your eyes.
Then let's have a good cry.
Holding your hand in this summer wind,
Reminds us of the days we walked together,
Think of those dreams that are gone forever,
Let everything go through in my heart again.
This may be the last year of our youth,
It is also the gentlest summer.
After this summer, we will have to deal with many seasons.
Many farewells.
But there can be no such summer, and there will be no such goodbye.
We will think about this summer again and again,
Think of all the laughter and tears, think of all the sobriety and intoxication,
I also think of all the friendships and feelings.
In a few years, we will be on a similar summer night.
Open the yellowed yearbook.
All the handwriting will be blurred,
Only the gardenias we put in the book,
Still retains the last fragrance of this summer.
4. Teacher, teacher
The fresh morning breeze blows from the bay,
Like your soft hands,
Brush our faces gently.
The rising sun shines from the clouds,
I like your bright eyes,
Straight to our hearts.
In the classroom,
You impart knowledge.
Such as loving mother, careful care;
Such as strict father, strict education.
It is you,
Lead us to wander in the literary palace.
You made us cry for Fanka's tragic experience.
You let us deeply feel Li Bai's feelings of "never tired of looking at each other, only Jingting Mountain".
Poetry and songs,
I keep praising you.
You explained it by action:
"Silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and candles will drain the wick every night."
It is you,
Help us understand these wonderful numbers.
You let us witness the ever-changing geometry,
You let us skillfully use fractions and decimals.
Addition, subtraction, multiplication and division,
I can't tell you how hard you have worked for us.
You write down the most vivid formula with your kind smile in class:
Conscientiousness+fraternity = your deep affection for us.
It is you,
Let's play 26 letters.
You familiarized us with complex grammatical concepts.
You make us feel special words.
ABCD，
I can't express my gratitude to you.
You move your back in front of the blackboard and tell us:
Your selfless dedication is unknown.
Outside the classroom,
You set an example.
Follow the temptation, just to let us grow up healthily;
Severe criticism is just to let us know our mistakes and correct them.
No one will forget,
Every piece of land in the military school.
When we are sweating in the hot sun,
When we practice military posture, our back aches.
Love in your eyes,
It has been deeply engraved in our minds.
No one will forget,
Every breath of air in the agricultural base.
When we work, we feel depressed.
When we gave up after the picnic,
The wrinkles between your eyebrows,
We never forget,
Happy Thursday drifted away in pure laughter,
But you're with us,
Record the gorgeous life of flowers and plants,
Visit the magnificent landscape.
These have become eternal memories.
Young saplings learn to be self-reliant,
The delicate buds are waiting to burn.
The loud horn sounded ahead,
Urging us to embark on the road to tomorrow,
Welcome a colorful future.
But,
We still need to stop moving for a while,
Looking back, I sincerely say to you:
Thank you!
Thank you for your meticulous care,
Thank you for your careful teaching.
Tomorrow,
You'll see for yourself,
The garden full of peaches and plums you cultivated,
Singing passionate tunes on the road of life,
Hold your head high and meet the challenge.
Be grateful and bear in mind.
5. In the wind and rain
Text/Li Yingyun Zhang Xiaoxian Quotations
When weathering becomes a curtain,
When rain turns into snow,
Curtains and snow,
Turn into blackboard and chalk.
When the blackboard becomes teaching,
When chalk becomes knowledge,
Teaching and knowledge,
It suits you.
You stand among the flowers,
Flowers stand in the wind and rain,
In the storm,
Your showers and lightning.
Flowers bloom and bloom,
You always stand in the wind,
In the storm,
Flowers turned into forests.
The wind has persisted, and college students are inspirational.
The rain broke into regrets,
Persistence, no regrets,
Enter the new year with you again.
Another year of wind,
Another year of rain,
In the storm,
I see you again.
6. Dedicated to the people's teachers
Author/history
Light drives away boundless darkness;
Warm winter eliminates cold;
Teachers shape our tomorrow;
An ordinary and great person!
Light a candle,
Brought light to life;
Leave red and sadness,
Brew beautiful flowers;
Spit out dense silk,
Weave exquisite Luo Qi;
An ordinary and great person!
Spring is coming,
Watering us to thrive;
Erect road signs,
Lead us to the future;
An ordinary and great person!
Our business is very successful,
Because of everything you've done,
We are knowledgeable,
Because of your teaching,
thank you
An ordinary and great person!
7. "Teacher, I want to tell you"
Teacher, I want to say to you:
Your voice and smile,
Your gestures are always displayed in front of my eyes;
Your concern and love have been lingering in my mind;
Your inculcation is vivid in my mind.
When you are with us, everything is vivid.
Teacher, I want to say to you:
You gave me the confidence to study;
You gave me the courage to live,
You gave me the motivation to work hard,
You gave me hope for a better future.
Teacher, I want to say to you:
You are my stepping stone to wisdom;
You are my golden key to open the door to happiness;
You are my guide in the journey of life;
You are my conductor playing the music of life.
Teacher, I want to say to you:
Without you, maybe I will give up on myself;
Without you, maybe I would be so addicted;
Without you, there may be no prospect of my life;
Without you, I might not be who I am today.
Teacher, I want to say to you: thank you.
8. "Songs for Teachers"
Author/Wang Jiaojiao
For the ideal, you chose dedication;
In order to pursue, you chose to persist;
For tomorrow, you chose responsibility.
architects of the human spirit—teachers
We are the flowers of our motherland,
You use sweat to crystallize sweet rain and dew,
Water our hearts.
We are the newborn sun,
You paved the distant horizon with fraternity,
Give us the power to take off.
We are wild horses,
You put your heart and soul into vilen,
Give us a wild garden.
Although: the falling snow on the blackboard dyed your sideburns white,
The years that passed within three feet filled your forehead,
The accumulation of books in front of your desk makes your body thin.
You are still very devoted, persistent and dedicated!
Time flies, but it is the kindness of teachers that lingers.
Say take care,
This treasure is full of eternal blessings!
9. Ah, teacher
At that moment,
My life was baptized.
Not religion, not political propaganda,
Nor is it instilled by leaders or parents;
It is the painstaking efforts of a middle school teacher named xx.
I don't know,
What was the weather like in Jiamusi that day?
But I think it should be cloudy with light rain, and it will clear up in the afternoon.
That cloudy one,
It was an accident,
Teacher Zhang's legs were amputated and his life was dying. Four other students were injured.
That light rain,
It was Jiamusi's touch,
For the instant kindness and justice of a people's teacher.
That light rain,
It should also be in the heart of everyone who is kind and just in China.
After a long drought,
Which side of the land is not surging, what can we do?
Finally, the weather should clear up,
Teacher Zhang is out of danger, and everyone puts down their hanging hearts.
As you can imagine,
How grateful people should be on sunny days,
You should know how to treat others and yourself correctly.
How to learn from Zhang Lili's qualities of being a teacher and giving up his life to forget his death?
After that,
We should pray for teacher Zhang,
For the good people in the world and for yourself in the future.
This is not a modern poem,
But it can express my feelings at the moment.
Just like Mr. Zhang Lili, facing a just cause,
I give a thumbs-up:
You are very good, we admire you!
You are the most beautiful, we love you!
You are the best, we learn from you!
And the language, skills and artistic conception of poetry,
At this point, I can't remember clearly, and I am pale and powerless.
Because, she is the most beautiful poem.
10, "Thank you, teacher"
You are the morning star at night.
You are the clear sky during the day.
You are a breeze under the scorching sun.
You are the eaves in the rain.
You are the sea;
You are mountains and rivers.
You have shaped my soul.
You are a rocket carrying a satellite.
You are a compass at sea.
You're, like, into it,
You pay.
You are our most beloved teacher.
1 1, hardworking gardener
How many years of seasonal cycles, how many spring, summer, autumn and winter,
You are a red candle burning bright life,
How much blood and sweat, not seeking fame and history.
You spread the fire of wisdom with true feelings.
Just like the spring silkworm gave her lifelong loyalty,
Just like Dong Mei singing the song of early spring.
How many sleepless nights, how many times the lights are on,
In the long night, there is a figure at your desk.
Add China hair to the hair, and the three-foot platform laughs.
You shorten the distance between heart and heart with love.
You are the sunshine that melts the cold ice and snow,
You are the guide to lead people out of the maze of science.
Ah! Glorious teachers and hardworking gardeners!
The fragrance of peaches and plums is your joy, silently dedicating your selfless heart.
Ah! Glorious teachers and hardworking gardeners!
The fragrance of peaches and plums is your joy, silently dedicating your selfless heart.