Gratitude in teachers' eyes 1.
Show the light of love
He walked among the teachers.
Like some beautiful angels.
Flying in the hearts of classmates, gratitude in my heart seems to be like
Some languages that cannot be spoken have penetrated into all languages.
Let all the melting power hold the teacher's hand.
Let's be together forever for ten thousand years.
Let the feelings in our hearts reveal 100 million years.
The teacher taught us to be more moral.
Yin De is like some invisible wings, which can fly in everyone's sky.
Turned into a loving bird, sailing on the back of time and space.
Thanksgiving teacher's poetry recitation II. The golden wind sends laughter, and the sweet-scented osmanthus floats.
Today's teacher's holiday is coming again.
Teachers have worked hard for our growth.
We will never forget the teacher's love for us.
Hello, teacher!
People compare teachers to red candles, which illuminate others and burn themselves.
People compare teachers to gardeners and cultivate peaches and plums all over the world.
Teachers are the noblest career in the world.
The teacher gave us ideal sunshine and wisdom sunshine.
The teacher guided us to the path of sunny life.
Teachers expect us to be the sun in the new century.
The teacher's words moisten my heart like spring rain.
The teacher watered our growth with the rain of knowledge.
Gentle spring rain is the teacher's love for us.
The teacher's words and deeds are like spring rain.
The teacher is willing to be a green leaf and hold us up as red flowers.
The teacher is a green leaf, willing to contribute silently.
The green leaves symbolize that teachers are always young.
When we bloom like flowers, we will never forget the kindness of green leaves.
Teachers are like trees, with blue sky overhead and feet on the earth, silently benefiting the society.
Teachers are big trees, bringing spring scenery to the world.
The teacher sowed the seeds of hope and cultivated us into a forest.
Young trees grow into pillars, never forgetting the gardener's cultivation.
Yes, teachers' enthusiasm is like the sun, and teachers' teaching is like spring rain.
Teachers' style is like green leaves, teachers' occupation is like a tree, and our teachers are good.
Thanksgiving teacher's poetry reading 3 people said;
You are like a red candle, burning yourself and illuminating others.
People also say:
You are a gardener, work hard and cultivate flowers.
I said:
You are a dying mother.
In this glorious September festival.
We send the most sincere words to all teachers:
Happy holidays, teacher!
Thanksgiving teacher's poetry recitation April 9 fruity.
Chrysanthemum yellow in September
In September, we remember who is still spreading hope.
We collect sunshine in September.
In September, we sang affectionately.
September is a touching season, cherished by the eyes of knowledge for a lifetime.
There are blessings flying among the autumn leaves in September.
September poets create immortal poems.
In September, we never forgot who was silently making our wedding clothes.
September makes us dare not forget.
In September, we dare not forget who taught us to think.
In September, I dare not forget who made the world have love and books.
In September, we dare not forget who built the temple of knowledge with hard work.
In September, we dare not forget who guided us in confusion.
In September, we watched the wave of wheat harvest.
In September, we were still growing up in textbooks.
In September, we will never forget the admiration we remember with emotion.
There is one thing.
There is something called sacredness.
It is the star that lights up on the horizon at dawn.
Silently according to the first come, first come.
Let's go to the countless flashes in our dreams.
There is something called eternity.
It's a stone coming back from watching the tide by the sea.
Gradually consume life in the wind and rain.
Become a totem worshipped by countless pilgrims
There is such a thing as sincerity
This is an unadorned white cloud.
Carry too much with your own fatigue.
The eager eyes of a bird who wants to fly
There is such a thing as making love, simplicity, dedication or.
You can also call it another compliment because she is so beautiful.
Yes, some people wrote a great poem by themselves.
Like wordless ears of wheat growing, harvesting, and then gestating hope.
I love my teacher.
Teachers are like red candles,
It ignited the fire in the students' hearts.
But it burned itself,
Until the red candle turns to ashes.
Teachers are like gardeners,
Grow flowers,
But I work hard for myself,
Until the physical strength is exhausted.
When we grow up, we must become the pillars of the country.
Ah! The teacher is so selfless!
Ah! Teacher, we love you!
Thanksgiving teacher's poetry recitation 6 teacher
You are the sweet dew.
drip
Keke seedling
Let the seedlings
Bloom and bear fruit-produce positive results
In the fragrance of peaches and plums
Soaked with your hard sweat.
Reflected in a bright smile
This is your selfless spirit.
You use the chalk in your hand
Draw a picture for the students.
Beautiful brocade
In every successful footprint of students,
You have white hair.
You use Manchu enthusiasm
Sweep away the dirt from students' hearts
Give students a beautiful sky.
Every curl
Every stroke
It's all spiritual fire
Every stroke
Every line
It's the footsteps of your soul.
Gratitude in the eyes of teachers, poetry recitation of teachers 7
As light as if it were bleeding.
It is the light of transparent blood.
It has condensed his decades of hard teaching.
Every drop of blood in his veins
It seems that they are full of hope.
His eyes seem to be full of hope.
Turned into an invisible ship.
Sailing in his time
In the teacher's eyes
Show white flowers
Although those flowers can't talk,
But he can let the teacher find out
The new world is the realm of learning the sea.
In endless teaching, there seem to be many flowers.
Always with him.
Thanksgiving teacher's poetry recitation 8 A: spring
Sowing season.
Hard-working gardeners sow seeds,
In this season of revival, farming has begun again.
B: flowers,
A busy place.
Hard-working bees with small lead pipes,
Picking flowers and making honey on this warm and fulfilling day.
C: mulberry leaves,
A small stage.
White silkworm finishing silk thread,
Quietly sew a cotton-padded jacket in this humble place.
Qi: All this, all this, is you, the great teacher. You are a red candle, illuminating me and guiding me in the dark. The candle oil dripping from the candle body is your tears of excitement and joy. It's Teacher's Day again. Teacher, have a rest. In this short day, temporarily put out the warm flame on your head.
I want to tell you that you have worked hard!