Psalm 1: dedicated to the teacher
Ordinary people, ordinary hands,
Build a bridge of knowledge.
Through the cold winter,
Through the hot summer
Cultivate students.
A piece of chalk.
Point out the maze of knowledge kingdom
A blackboard,
Write down the true feelings deeper than the sea.
A podium,
Reflects the gardener's difficulty in watering flowers.
Three-foot pointer
Swing away the road to the ideal realm
We are stars.
You are the moon.
Tell us a beautiful story.
Let's enter a beautiful dream.
The sunshine in the morning is your bright smile.
Whether we fail or win.
Whether we go forward or backward.
You will encourage us to make persistent efforts with a smile.
teacher
A kind mother
teacher
Thousands of childlike dreams
teacher
The motherland has given you a special mission.
Let you put a small seedling
Cultivate into the pillars of the motherland
teacher
I hope your kind face will never get old.
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I want your bright eyes to never dim.
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I hope your black hair will never turn white.
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I want to relax your tired hands.
teacher
I want to bless you, song for you.
teacher
You are the person I admire most!
Psalm 2
Dear teacher
Teacher-you are like a drizzle in spring, nourishing flowers and irrigating the earth.
We are sucking the drizzle and growing. Teacher-you are like the autumn breeze,
Blow the yellow land, wake up the rice, and we have a bumper harvest.
Teacher-in my dark life, you lit the brightest lamp for me;
Teacher-you are the guide on my misty life;
Teacher-you pointed out the direction for me in my rough life;
Teacher-you gave me a pair of powerful wings,
Let me roam in the world of knowledge!
Psalm 3
Dear teacher:
You are the beacon in my heart,
You are a bridge of friendship between classmates.
You set up a stage for young students to show their talents.
Dear teacher:
You watched us struggle,
You watched us grow up,
You have experienced countless joys and sorrows with us.
On the playground, you can see our vigorous posture.
In class, you attracted our eyes for knowledge.
When you see it,
Small buds grow into big trees,
When the tender shoulders hold up the blue sky,
Your smile is very comfortable, beautiful and kind.
In your meticulous care, we feel warmth and strength.
You know we can't repay your kindness.
I am a teacher mountain,
I can't forget your persuasive and earnest teaching.
I can't forget your patient explanation and careful counseling.
I can't forget your hard work and the hard work under the lamp.
In front of the three-foot platform, I can't forget your voice, face, joys and sorrows.
You lit the lamp in our hearts with your hard work,
You use your true feelings to arouse our potential wisdom,
You are the indicator light of our ship, with no regrets and silent dedication.
You are the engineer of the human soul, and you have interpreted the great connotation of life with your life.
I sincerely thank you, my alma mater and teachers,
In fact, all we need is a drop of water, but you have given us the whole ocean.
In fact, we only wanted a beam of sunshine, but you gave us a round of sun.
You are spring, quietly urging the ideal bud,
You are the summer that deeply melts the relationship between teachers and students.
You are autumn, and Yingying brings rich fruits.
You are winter, silently purifying our hearts.
Roots, firmly rooted in the school,
Sweet, but always in our hearts.
I want to give you the most beautiful flowers,
I want to sing you the most beautiful song,
I want to give you the purest heart.
You are the sun in my heart,
You are the spring in my heart,
You are an indelible spray in the long river of my feelings.
My dear teachers-I wish you a happy holiday.
Psalm 4: Singing the Motherland
Time carries the footsteps of history.
The earth has accumulated the essence of civilization.
I walked at the beginning of the century.
Think of the motherland, full of * * *
Motherland-
here
I play a song for you.
Motherland, motherland-
You are the accumulation of a thousand years of history.
The confluence of civilizations.
You are the waterfall in Hukou of the Yellow River.
Snow covers the Tianshan Mountains.
You are dignified and profound.
Broad and broad
The surging river is your breath.
The boiling ocean is your blood.
You are the theme of the world.
Is everything in my life.
Motherland, motherland-
You are the cry of Tiananmen Gate.
The flaming flame of socialism
You are the horn of the people's revolution.
Sailing through the wind and waves
You are strong and confident.
Progress and avantgarde
The grand blueprint of socialism activates your wisdom.
The steaming rising sun in the east, generate, your vitality.
You are the creator of the world.
Socialist practitioner
Motherland, motherland-
You are the spring breeze along the South China Sea coast.
A touch of sunrise in Luohu village
You are the railroad track on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau.
A Group of Derricks in Tarim Oilfield
You are far-sighted.
The boldness of execution stems from superb skills.
The great changes in the small fishing village prove your courage.
People's smiles are about your greatness
Motherland-
You created life.
Change the world
Motherland, motherland-
You are the flag of world peace.
Messenger of human civilization and progress
You are a soldier who defends the truth.
A mother raising a child.
You are honest and caring.
Strong and kind
People all over the world admire your mind.
China children appreciate your maternal love.
Motherland-
You soothed the human suffering in the war.
Brought the dawn of peace
Motherland, motherland-
You have traveled through a thousand years of history and the world civilization.
You have always known that you are determined to live for Intel forever.
You are kind and caring, defending green peace.
We are proud to be your children.
We are proud of having such a motherland.
Motherland-
We are United with you.
We support you to move forward.
Your children firmly believe this.
The motherland's tomorrow will be better.
The world will have a better tomorrow.
The future of mankind is better.
Psalm 5: "Singing the Motherland"
Motherland! This poetic name
It permeates your every season.
That's a white dove under the blue sky.
Wake up on the first morning in October.
Ah! Motherland, I have loved you for too long. ...
October! my motherland
Please give me a flashlight.
I follow in your footsteps.
Let every dream flow with sweetness.
Let all sounds be covered with golden notes.
The day I approached you-
Please fill the sky with rosy clouds for me.
I want to inject eternal vitality into your growing troubles.
The first October is always full of echoes, like tears falling from flowers.
* * * The voice of America walks through your heart.
Extend to the most passionate melody
In my heart, you are more than just a green island to rest on.
You are my red cloud, rising with the beat.
Whether it's mountains, valleys, fields, trails or the sea.
Numerous failures and successes have enriched October.
Ah! homeland ...
Who is wearing the crown of October?
The first morning in October is in front of Tiananmen Square.
I feel the aftertaste of sweet-scented osmanthus and the sound of bumper harvest drums.
I recall the historical sound carved on white marble.
My mind has changed.
Flying clouds
vast territory of the motherland
How can I not cultivate my good character and integrity? !
The rising October has been contested in Qian Fan.
And my singing, my motherland.
Become a flock of flying white doves
Full of vibration
shake ...
poetic sentiment