Remember Shi En's poem 1 The teacher is a candle, burning himself until the oil runs out and the lamp dries up.
Teachers and gardeners pruned us, but they were exhausted.
The teacher is a loving mother, caring about us, but forgetting herself.
You prepared your lessons late into the night, regardless of the difficulties.
You get up early and get greedy, and you take great pains.
You are not afraid of hard work when you come to class sick.
Rain or shine, you have no regrets.
In spring, you are too busy preparing lessons to enjoy the beautiful peach blossoms.
In hot summer, you are busy reviewing, so you never stop to look at the lotus in the pool.
In autumn, if you don't stop writing, you can't appreciate the fiery maple leaves.
It's cold in winter. If you plan to come next year, you can't go to see the hibiscus.
Teachers, a clear spring, moisten our hearts.
Teacher, it is the sun that shines on our bodies.
Teachers, palms, soothe our minds.
Your warm hand pulled us through the difficulties.
Your gentle words lead us to make progress every day.
Teacher, a match, lit up the darkness and burned itself.
Teacher, it is the spring breeze that blows us, but it makes us sick.
Teacher, the earth, hugs us, but is exhausted.
You got to school early, as you do every day.
You treat us with a smile.
Your voice is hoarse, but you still insist.
You educated Huaying with your youth, and wrinkles are slowly creeping up.
You raised us with your hands, and the calluses were covered.
Your plump cheeks will get thinner.
Your clear eyes are full of tears because of us.
Teachers are lighthouses that give us a goal when we are confused.
Teachers, giants, shelter us from the wind and rain.
Teachers and workers build bridges of knowledge and pave the way for us.
You show us the way and grow with us.
The teacher is unforgettable!
We will remember your cultivation of us.
Your cultivation of us is self-evident.
We will never forget your kindness to us!
You are ordinary and great, asking for nothing in return.
You give silently and selflessly.
We will never forget you.
The teacher is unforgettable!
Reflections on the second poem "Your Thoughts Shine" by Shien.
Tragic white world under incandescent lamp
Clear boundaries,
Like a modern city.
The dim world under the red candle
Flickering,
Like a distant legend
I always thought that the clearer the better.
But when you see the world clearly,
I also saw the defects.
As everyone knows, in the dark.
There is a beautiful and vivid country.
Only you and I are wandering.
My heart shines because of you.
Your candlelight is getting brighter and brighter because of me
Who is Shien Shisan?
Lead the ignorant us into the spacious classroom.
Teach us a wealth of knowledge?
It is you! Teacher!
You use hard sweat.
Nursing seedlings that have just broken ground in spring.
who is it?
Put naughty us
Educate people to 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.
Autumn is fruitful.
You have worked hard! Teacher!
People who work hard in the heat and cold.
You have worked hard! Teacher!
A person who selflessly dedicates his youth.
We pay high tribute to you!
-You have worked hard, teacher!
Teacher praise
Who scattered the rain and dew all over the earth? Who feeds the seedlings hard? It's you, dear teacher!
Teacher, do you use the noblest feelings of human beings-love, sowing spring, sowing ideals and sowing strength?
If the teacher compares you to a clam, then the students are the gravel in the clam. You lick it, grind it, soak it with love.
Wash it? Over the years, gravel has turned into pearls, dazzling!
Ah! With you, the garden is so gorgeous and the earth is full of spring!
Teacher, open the window quickly. This all loves, Taoli are all saluting you! ! ! ! !
Bitter tears
Just before dawn, in the empty campus,
I saw your figure,
Come and go in a hurry
In the cold wind, in the empty campus,
I saw your figure,
The wind and fire came and left with a chill.
In the boundless space, in the boundless snow,
I saw your figure,
The body warms the snowflake, but it freezes your hands.
Your patience and hard work,
Every word you entrust, every care.
Continuous drizzle,
Who knows,
It turned out to be a bitter tear for you.
Flowing in my heart again.
Gave us a smile,
Gave us care,
I gave myself a hard tear!
The body in the light of Buddha,
Not tall;
The body is in the cold wind,
Not burly;
Yin Xue's body,
Not proud.
But it's bright,
It's hard,
It remains the same,
Day after day,
Year after year,
You gave us sheng,
Gives us hope,
In the drizzle,
Who knows,
Those are your hidden bitter tears!
Maybe we are too old.
Maybe you are too young.
We still want you to treat us as your own children.
We will also follow that sentence.
A day as a teacher
Be a father for life.
Dear teacher
If we were flowers,
You are a hardworking gardener,
If we are lost in the dark.
You are burning yourself and lighting a candle for us.
Our thoughts are as majestic as waves.
Our mood is as beautiful as poetry.
We will sing a hymn for you with the most beautiful flowers.
We will sing a carol for you with our best wishes.
Teacher, dear teacher
Happy holidays!
Ode to the teacher
Others make money by living.
You can only get flowers.
Your gold is the morning sun.
Your silver is the moon of the fifteenth.
But you still whistle happily.
Your pride
Li Tao fen fen
Praise the teacher's poem
With childhood dreams,
With childish steps,
I walked into the knowledge college.
From then on, teacher, you-
The time of my life.
You gave me the nutrition of knowledge.
It is you who have given me infinite strength.
You taught me the truth of being a man.
It is you who have watered my growth with selfless love.
When it was cold, you warmed my young heart.
You encouraged me to stand up when I fell.
When I was sad, you taught me forget the sorrow.
When you are happy, you share your happiness with me.
When I was confused, you lit my ideal fire.
When I was lost, you put my life on the right track.
From you, I know what virtue is and what is noble. From you, I know what is justice and what is kindness. From you, I know what is responsibility and what is ideal. From you, I know what humility is and what glory is. Although you-so ordinary,
In my mind, it is so great;
Although, you-you are ordinary,
But it is so noble in my heart.
Although, you are also called "smelly Laojiu", although, you are also ridiculed as "big idiot". but
Your eyes are so firm,
Your goal is so persistent.
Your life is so wonderful,
Your life is so wonderful.
Your white silver thread radiates bright and dazzling colors.
Your loving eyes lit the light of hope for the children in the mountain village.
Your hard-working hands have cultivated a number of pillars of the motherland, and your thin bodies have held up a sunrise of tomorrow. Since then, you have become a model of my life, and since then, you have become the height of my life. Today, when your festival comes,
Your student-me.
Although I can't visit and congratulate myself in person,
However, it is unforgettable in his hometown!
Looking up at the starry sky, I wish the teacher you:
Happy holidays and long life!
Peach and plum fragrance every year!
I love your selflessness, Shi En's poems.
Some people say,
The teacher is the brightest big dipper in the sky, pointing out the direction for us;
Some people say that teachers are the coolest mountain springs.
Watering our saplings with fragrant nectar juice;
Some people say that teachers are lush leaves,
Protect our future flowers and bones with his powerful body.
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