Selected poems suitable for teachers to recite Part I: I am proud of being a teacher in countless ordinary and extraordinary occupations.
My career shines like a gem.
I am proud, I am a teacher!
In countless chapters of dedication and progress
I have a page as shiny as gold.
I am proud, I am a teacher! I am a teacher.
I put the sacred and lofty lamp of ideal
Light my heart
Hanging high above my head
Let it light my journey.
Let it burn my passion and poetry.
Let it ignite my wit and vitality.
Let it enhance my perseverance and love! I am a teacher.
I hold high the red candle in my hand.
As long as my pigeon can fly in the blue sky
As long as my young eagle can make a name for itself in Wan Li.
As long as my faith is rock solid.
As long as my ideal can be young forever.
I would rather burn every inch of my body.
Let my youth talent and even my life
Sublimate in the beating candlelight
Solidified in bright red blood. I'm proud,
I am a teacher! I am a teacher.
I sow in the land in spring.
I cultivate beautiful buds and wait for them to bloom.
I sow the seeds of knowledge in the hope that it will bear fruit.
I sow excellent character.
I sow noble feelings.
I sow with words.
I use colored pens to cultivate.
I watered it with sweat.
I painstakingly moisten it.
As long as my seedlings can grow into towering trees
I don't regret that the snowflake dyed my sideburns white.
As long as my hope can light their way forward.
I would rather turn myself into a handful of dirt. I am a teacher.
The three-foot platform is my life stage.
Because of my love, I deeply interpreted my life.
White chalk is my life brush.
Because of persistence, I smiled and wrote down the hope to erase the utility.
Because of love
Endure to watch peaches bleed when they are ripe, and endure to watch plums ripen and be incompetent.
Because of persistence
Choose poems and paintings all over the world.
Why are my eyes always full of tears?
Why is my heart always surging?
Because, my love is so deep
Because my persistence has taken root in this land, and I am proud.
I am a teacher, and I am the fire.
Light the fire in students' hearts
I am a stone.
Pave the way for students.
I am a ladder.
Set off the height of the students.
If I could be the sunshine.
I will make every soul space full of warmth.
If I can be a spring breeze
I will let the truth bloom in every soul garden.
If I can be the rain and dew
I will make every grass smile.
If I can be spring,
I will make every success and failure sweet, and I will not use the ruler of money to measure my value.
Because I know
I am not a pillar, but my career is a pillar.
I will not let my fountain of knowledge turn into a stagnant pool.
Because I know
I am not the future, but my career is the future.
I have never been sad in front of tall shrubs.
The earth will never forget the green of the grass.
I have never been disappointed in the vast ocean.
Because I also have the same mind as the sea! I'm proud,
I am a teacher! I am a teacher.
I have no complaints about my dedication.
I am a teacher.
I don't regret my choice.
I am a teacher.
I am worthy of my title.
I'm proud.
I am a teacher!
Selected poems suitable for teachers to recite Part II: Our posts Speaking of our posts,
How common it is.
How's it going?
distinctive
This is not the place.
A port with melodious whistle,
But I saw groups of petrels.
Spread your wings and soar,
How many brave fleets are there?
Enter the water from this joyful platform,
Facing the big waves beating against the sky
conformably
Erect the mast of the expedition!
This is not the place.
The mine where the drilling rig rumbled,
But it stores
The most precious wealth of the motherland,
How many kinds of colored minerals are there?
Mining and smelting here,
Turn into a shiny rivet
Flash on precision machine tools!
This is not the place.
Yuan Ye sung by larks,
But there are
Thousands of winter jasmine flowers
Competing to bloom,
How many new seedlings have emerged?
Turned into here.
Golden rice,
Highland barley,
Red sorghum!
This is not the place.
The jungle where sika deer jump happily,
But there are
Surging pine trees
Deafening,
How many red maple,
How many green willows,
How many poplars,
Grew up here
A pillar of indomitable spirit!
Ah, speaking of our career,
It's so ordinary
How noble this is.
We are not boatswain,
But leading the children
How many stormy waves have been conquered;
We're not designers,
But how many were erected?
A bridge to truth;
We are not foremen,
But how much was melted?
High quality steel ingot;
We are not medical scientists,
How many children have been cured?
Mental trauma!
Our cause
This is not an important moment,
But it cherishes hundreds of millions of people.
Affectionate hope;
Jimilis Beecheby
It can't last forever,
But in the next few years,
Double extension!
We use hard work and sweat.
There are wrinkles and white hair.
In exchange for the motherland
Spring scenery in the garden
And the flowers are everywhere?
Selected Poems Suitable for Teachers' Recitation Part III: Who shed a silvery laughter in spring youth?
So familiar, so sweet
Who is biting his ear and whispering warblers?
So beautiful, so crisp
As if I heard her say
Dear young friends, here I am.
Please guess,
Who am I?
Haha, I heard it, I saw it,
Stop hiding, sister chun.
I knew it must be you.
You lovely naughty boy.
Last year, you asked me to go back,
He also said that he would come back soon this year.
How eager I am to wait,
Keep opening the window of the soul.
Angel of love? Sister chun,
You are so generous, so noble,
Where is your beautiful image,
Beautiful spring scenery is everywhere.
You come to the frozen river,
Ice melts into gurgling water,
You came to the sleeping Master Yuan,
Vilen wears green jade.
You come to the bare branches,
Branches give birth to green leaves and buds,
You came to the silent forest,
The branches and leaves are so long that you chase after me.
In the spring breeze?
Larks sing, swallows spread their wings,
White rabbits are busy picking mushrooms.
The little squirrel wagged its tail like a drumstick.
Spring?
Red scarf follows the footsteps of spring.
Teenagers, the spring of the motherland,
We are red berries in full bloom in spring.
Have lofty goals,
In the face of difficulties, it is indomitable.
Little friends have the same name.
The name is Young Pioneers.
It symbolizes hope and the future,
Our name is comparable to Chunhua.
As long as the motherland calls,
Ideal becomes boundless spring.
Sister chun, good sister,
As a matter of fact, you didn't delay coming back.
I've been watching it for a long time
Your beautiful back.
When traveling in space on the shenzhou spaceship,
Accompanied by the spring breeze,
Into a whisper of affectionate blessing,
Well done, China Yang Liwei!
At the Athens Olympic Games,
You cheer for China athletes.
In the spring tide, Liu Xiang took the lead in going at full speed.
Spring thunder, China women's volleyball team will be a monument.
Spring rain makes my thoughts fly,
Spring has gone and come back,
Today is different,
Spring is especially beautiful.
I said to Sister Chun:
Spring is bright and not intoxicated,
The red scarf is a young eagle spreading its wings.
Study hard and make a difference.
Teenagers have no regrets in life,
In spring, I paint tomorrow.
For the motherland,