Send you a bunch of flowers.
Express our respect for you;
Send you a touching song,
Bring you a little sweetness.
Teacher-you have worked hard,
You took us through the storm,
It was you who fed us with the nutrition of knowledge.
But never ask for anything in return.
It was you who answered all the difficult questions for us.
You told us:
When encountering difficulties,
Don't give up easily.
Since then, in our lives,
Always full of joy.
A lot less trouble,
Added a fortitude.
Another harvest autumn,
You still have a marker in your hand.
Painted a beautiful blueprint,
Peaches and plums that nourish the motherland.
It's midnight, and you're still preparing your lessons carefully.
You are still recalling our success in your sleep.
We are flowers in full bloom in spring,
It was you who played a wonderful melody for us.
You are a diligent gardener,
We will remember your words.
Take every step of your life,
Friendly, bodybuilding, realistic and enterprising!
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A poem dedicated to the teacher-the teacher's eyes
Teachers' eyes are like the moon at night.
We are stars,
In the teacher's smile,
twinkling
A teacher's eyes are like an endless ocean.
We are small fish,
In the teacher's arms,
Swim around happily.
Teachers' eyes are like the blue sky.
We are a white cloud.
Under her gaze,
Free floating,
The teacher's eyes are like a mirror.
Can light up our hearts.
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A poem dedicated to the teacher
Teachers are like gardeners, with peaches and plums all over the world;
Teachers are like red candles, burning themselves to illuminate us;
Teachers are like bees, hardworking and brave;
Teachers are like mothers, beautiful and kind;
A teacher is like a book, giving us a lot of knowledge.
Happy Teachers' Day to my dear teacher.
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A poem dedicated to the teacher
Send you a bunch of flowers.
Express our respect for you;
Send you a touching song,
Bring you a little sweetness.
Teacher-you have worked hard,
You took us through the storm,
It was you who fed us with the nutrition of knowledge.
But never ask for anything in return.
It was you who answered all the difficult questions for us.
You told us:
When encountering difficulties,
Don't give up easily.
Since then, in our lives,
Always full of joy.
A lot less trouble,
Added a fortitude.
Another harvest autumn,
You still have a marker in your hand.
Painted a beautiful blueprint,
Peaches and plums that nourish the motherland.
It's midnight, and you're still preparing your lessons carefully.
You are still recalling our success in your sleep.
We are flowers in full bloom in spring,
It was you who played a wonderful melody for us.
You are a diligent gardener,
We will remember your words.
Take every step of your life,
Friendly, bodybuilding, realistic and enterprising!
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September-A poem dedicated to Teachers' Day
September fruity, September chrysanthemum yellow,
I still smell the fragrance of March peaches and plums,
The cool autumn in September gives us an introverted and dignified autumn;
The fruit of September gives us maturity and gives us yearning for autumn.
In this golden autumn season,
We have the happiness of finding our own way, without saying anything.
Son, I hope your eyes are shining with hope.
Not at the fork in the road of life, deeply confused,
I would like to use my soul to light a spiritual beacon for you.
Grasp the right course for you in the dark sea.
I am willing, with my silent and persistent heart,
On the three-foot platform, I will conjure up thousands of possible paths for you.
I would like to be infected with your youthful passion.
Never too old to learn, grow together, and be in the prime of life!
I know that this festival reflects the respect and hope of China people for teachers for thousands of years.
The chalk drawn by Gaga is the curve of life;
Homework, accumulated layer by layer, is an eager expectation.
I, no longer a candlelight,
Because the faint candlelight is not enough to illuminate your direction;
I won't be a silkworm,
Because it is not the dream of free souls to bind themselves in cocoons.
I am the sun, burning and generating, bringing you radiant heat;
As the leading goose, I spread my wings and soar with you in the clear sky of Wan Li.
Children, I want you to look at the wider world.
Son, I am just a ray of sunshine in September.
On your journey of growing up,
Me, us, for the future of the nation, for the hope of the nation.
We will burn brighter than during the day,
Light your warm flame!
In September, we trudged between Japan and China.
We give everything and get everything,
Children, it is your diligence and love that make our bags full.
We are full of passion, because like you,
Is the free master of life.
The sail in September will still set sail,
Children, I want you to say it out loud:
"Well, I'll come and follow you-my captain-"
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A poem dedicated to Teachers' Day
September fruity fragrance
Chrysanthemum yellow in September
In September, we remember who is still spreading hope.
We collect sunshine in September.
In September, we sang affectionately.
September is a touching season, cherished by the eyes of knowledge for a lifetime.
There are blessings flying among the autumn leaves in September.
September poets create immortal poems.
In September, we never forgot who was silently making our wedding clothes.
September makes us dare not forget.
In September, we dare not forget who taught us to think.
In September, I dare not forget who made the world have love and books.
In September, we dare not forget who built the temple of knowledge with hard work.
In September, we dare not forget who guided us in confusion.
In September, we watched the wave of wheat harvest.
In September, we were still growing up in textbooks.
In September, we will never forget the admiration we remember with emotion.
There is one thing.
There is something called sacredness.
It is the star that lights up on the horizon at dawn.
Silently according to the first come, first come.
Let's go to the countless flashes in our dreams.
There is something called eternity.
It's a stone coming back from watching the tide by the sea.
Gradually consume life in the wind and rain.
Become a totem worshipped by countless pilgrims
There is a thing called sincerity
This is an unadorned white cloud.
Carry too much with your own fatigue.
The eager eyes of a bird who wants to fly
There is such a thing as making love, simplicity, dedication or.
You can also call it another compliment because she is so beautiful.
Yes, some people wrote a great poem by themselves.
Just like the silent ear of wheat grows and gives birth to hope after harvesting.
A poem dedicated to the teacher
Teachers are like gardeners, caring for budding flowers.
Teachers are like candles, lighting themselves and illuminating students.
Whenever I see my classmates' homework written neatly,
Her face is full of smiles.
Day after day, year after year,
The footprints of the old days have been printed on the corners of her eyes.
Every day the teacher goes to bed at the latest and gets up at the earliest!
If there were no teachers to feed us hard,
Where did you get generations of talents? ……
Ah, teacher, you are so great!
Whenever I make a mistake,
What I see is really your tolerant eyes!
Teacher, you have worked hard!