Chapter one: Thanksgiving teacher's poetry creation.
Thank you, teacher.
Wang Pengyu
Teacher, you are like a torch.
Light up the darkness
Teacher, you are like a spring rain.
Brush the dust off the young leaves.
Teacher, you are like a touch of warm sunshine in winter.
Bring a glimmer of life to the grass under the snow and ice
Teacher, you are like a lighthouse in the dark.
Illuminate the moving ship.
Teacher, your hand is like a big umbrella.
The back of your hand blocks all the wind and frost for us.
Your palm is releasing a steady stream of warmth for us.
"Silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and candles will drain the wick every night."
Teacher, you have inspired us with your life.
Thank you!
Chapter two: Thanksgiving teachers' poetry creation.
A whole spring
Wanmeng
You are like raindrops,
Moisturizing the earth carefully,
Wake up every seed.
Prosperous,
A whole spring.
You're like a breeze,
Gently,
Soft,
Caress everything,
Dot dye every flower and leaf.
Gorgeous,
A whole spring.
Chapter three: Thanksgiving teachers' poetry creation.
To the teacher.
Zhang Chen
Teacher,
You are like the warm sunshine,
When we are sad,
Dispel the haze in our hearts for us.
Teacher,
You are like a lamp in the night,
When we are confused,
Show us the way forward.
Teacher,
You are like that big umbrella.
When we are helpless,
Hold up a clear sky for us.
Teacher,
You laugh and cry with us,
Grow up with us.
Teacher,
You love us, and we love you!
Chapter four: Thanksgiving teachers' poetry creation.
The most beautiful teacher
Li Xiangnuo
She took us into the campus;
She, tell us the learning method;
She, listen to our voices;
She taught us to be human.
She is a clear spring in the mountains, which has solved our doubts;
She is a cloud on the horizon, always holding us in the palm of her hand;
She is the brightest star, leading us forward!
She, the teacher,
Ordinary but great career.
She, the teacher,
A mother who sheltered us from the wind and rain.
She, the teacher,
A teacher who always thinks of us.
She, the teacher,
The most beautiful teacher!
Chapter five: Thanksgiving teacher's poetry creation.
Ode to teachers
Yifan Sun
You always teach us that youth is perishable and live up to its youth.
But what about your youth?
You always teach us that time is gone forever and cherish it like gold.
But what about your time?
Full of hair, it seems that there are a few more white hairs;
The long night seems to show a few rays of light.
Spring silk is exhausted, and the wax torch is ashes;
What is an inch of grass?
Autumn in September, only for peach and plum fragrance;
Teenagers will live up to expectations!