A poem praising the teacher in the first grade

Teachers are like the sunshine in winter, which makes people feel the warmth of the world when they are helpless; Teachers are like a clear spring in the desert, which makes people see the hope of life when they are frustrated; Teachers are like songs floating in the night sky, giving spiritual comfort when people are lonely. Below, I have compiled a poem recitation praising the teacher in the first grade for your reading reference.

Praise the first-grade teacher's poetry recitation 1

A clever lark should sing for the teacher.

Teachers can make the desert no longer desolate,

Is pregnant with flowing oasis streams,

The teacher has a magic prescription,

Can make stupidity rich in IQ.

Even if the Yangtze River turns into ink,

You can't draw all the teachers' light,

Even if the earth is made of paper,

The teacher can't finish the chapter.

Praise the poetry recitation of the teacher in Senior One and Two.

From ordinary people to civilian military commanders,

From one stroke and one style to galloping on the field,

From toddler to soaring,

From studying to singing,

From the perspective of literary talent,

From addition, subtraction, multiplication and division to smoothing operation,

Who doesn't feel the nourishment of the teacher?

Who hasn't experienced the teacher's heart?

Who doesn't taste the teacher's good wine?

Praise the teacher's poetry recitation in Grade 1, Grade 3

Teacher, I worship you,

I can't say why there is such worship.

Looking at your neat and beautiful handwriting on the blackboard,

I can't figure out how much mystery and hard work there are.

I only know that this is your selfless contribution to social education.

Praise the poetry recitation of the first grade 4 teacher.

If I were a poet,

I will write poems with great enthusiasm,

Praise the width and depth of the sea.

Dedicated to you?

I am broad-minded and knowledgeable.

Praise the poetry recitation of the first grade 5 teacher.

Usually, teachers are hard-working gardeners.

Carefully cultivate the flowers in our garden,

In our hearts,

The teacher is a beautiful carnation,

The stars around the carnation are us,

Teachers are flowers that bloom forever in our hearts.

Praise the poetry reading of the teacher in Class 6, Grade 1.

The evening breeze blew through my ears, listening to a little autumn.

Telling the deep past under the banyan tree.

Reach out your hands and touch the shadow of fallen leaves, but you can't hold the fleeting one.

The hourglass between your fingers, the sunset is slowly passing away.

The greeting from the other end of the phone is faint and astringent.

Turn into missing, dilute the misunderstanding in the teacup.

Wordless emotions have paved a solid bridge.

Set one, please.