Praise the teacher's poem.

Hello! My teacher

Hello, dear teacher.

Returning from patrol, hanging on the top of the forest in the first month.

Living in a foot-deep lake, I write to you.

The sea breeze shook my tumbling heart.

Imagine you are holding a rough envelope.

Put on reading glasses and look left and right.

You often don't open the writing paper.

Always say

Let me guess which bird it is.

There are too many students, and you may forget me.

I say a feature, and your memory will burn immediately.

Do you remember ten years ago?

A naughty boy in a sea jacket in your class.

In geometry class, I secretly drew a warship anchor without telling you.

Do you know you didn't criticize me?

Kindly stroking the small navy cap on my head.

You said how wonderful it is to want to be a people's navy.

But now we must learn geometry well.

Only in this way can we fire at the enemy accurately.

Once we hurried through our homework.

Dive into the mountains to catch birds.

I didn't return home full of food until midnight.

Passing our quiet school on the way.

A partner suddenly suggested

Go and see if the teacher is ok.

I said at once that I had fallen asleep.

Or always get up so early every day.

We dare not cross the school gate or climb the fence.

The students in front waved and found the target.

Afraid, we hurried to hide under the window.

I learned to bark like a boy scout.

Dear teacher, you are sitting under the lamp.

While correcting my homework, I also made room for my left hand to pat my waist gently.

I hear myself talking to myself from time to time.

What's wrong with these children?

Every day's homework is so sloppy.

I ran as soon as class was over.

Children, what a flock of birds.

You took off your reading glasses and wiped your eyes.

Looking at the pocket watch in the corner of the table for a long time

In the dead of night, the sound of a pocket watch is like a loud horseshoe.

The pain made my heart sweat.

I don't know why my nose is sour.

Tears of regret are like the rising tide of the river.

I really want to jump in front of you

In the name of the little navy, I will review it with you.

I promise you that I will never ... I will. ....

on the way home

None of us spoke.

Silently open the bamboo cage and let the birds fly.

Well, maybe we are more naughty than birds.

But the teacher's heart is a warm nest.

All this, dear teacher.

Maybe you don't know yet.

Today I am an eagle on the sea.

Fighting the blue sky and the waves.

Dear teacher, the eagle's nest

You sent the eagle to the ends of the earth.

Every day we use the morning glow to bring you good news.

The future of the motherland

It is your pride!

There is recitation on qq music.