Poetry reading manuscript: my teacher's article 1: praise the gardener
Teacher, everyone says that you are cultivating the pillars of the motherland; I want to say that you are the pillars of the motherland. You have propped up the backbone of our generation!
You are like a red candle, giving all the heat and light to the younger generation! Your character and spirit can be summed up in two words-burning!
Keep burning!
Your lectures are so colorful that each chapter seems to open a window in front of me and show me a colorful new world?
Ah, with you, the garden is so gorgeous and the earth is full of spring! Teacher, please open the window and have a look. All this love and this garden full of peaches and plums are paying tribute to you!
Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how can so many beautiful flowers of the soul bloom? Ah, teacher, engineer of human soul, who is not praising you!
Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and happiness. Teacher, you are the sower of this hope and happiness!
Teacher, you are a beautiful cultivator and a beautiful sower. It is you who shine the beautiful sunshine, moisten the beautiful rain and dew, make our hearts green and full of flowers!
You are busy with the blooming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, silently hanging the shade of leaves! Ah, teacher, your spirit, always remember my heart! You are like a nameless root, asking for nothing in return, so that the young trees can thrive and the branches are full of rich fruits.
You gave us a ruler of life, let us measure it every day; You gave us a mirror of exemplary behavior, and let us learn everywhere.
You are a bridge, connecting the cut mountains for us and leading us to the peak of harvest; You are a green vine, tough and slender, which guides us to collect Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng at the top of the cliff.
When Miao Er needs a glass of water, never send a bucket of water. Never give a glass of water when you need a bucket of water. Giving in due time is a skill of a good gardener. My teacher, this is also your art of education.
No matter how hard you try, the peaches are ripe and the plums are poor. It is easy to grow flowers, but difficult to educate people. The valley is full of flowers, poems and paintings, and talents.
Teacher, did you sow spring, ideals and strength with the noblest feelings of mankind? Sowing seeds with language, cultivating with colored pens, watering with sweat and nourishing with painstaking efforts are the noble work of our beloved teachers.
You work in the present, but you are building the future of the motherland; You teach in class, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland.
Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then students are the sand in the clam; Do you lick it, grind it, soak it and wash it with love? Over the years, grains of sand have become pearls and glistened.
There are countless proud and happy memories in your teaching career, but you keep them in your heart, just staring at a garden to be explored.
If I were a poet, I would write poems with enthusiasm, praising the vastness and profundity of the sea and dedicating them to you, my broad-minded and knowledgeable teacher.
Teachers are kindling, igniting the fire in students' hearts; Teachers are stone steps, carrying students to climb steadily step by step. You are like a candle, though thin, a little hot and a little light, which illuminates others and exhausts yourself. This selfless dedication is unforgettable.
The language of your lectures is as sweet as a tinkling mountain spring, as cordial as a gurgling stream, and as exciting as a rushing river? Spring silkworm has never said anything to brag about in her life, and the silver silk spit out is the ruler to measure the value of life. Dear teacher, you have never shown off in front of others, but the blooming peaches and plums are the highest evaluation for you.
Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and happiness. Teacher, you are the sower of this hope and happiness!
Teacher, you are a beautiful cultivator and a beautiful sower. It is you who shine the beautiful sunshine, moisten the beautiful rain and dew, make our hearts green and full of flowers!
You are busy with the blooming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, silently hanging the shade of leaves! Ah, teacher, your spirit, always remember my heart!
Poetry Reading: My Teacher Chapter 2
Teachers' eyes are like the moon at night.
We are stars,
In the teacher's smile,
twinkling
Teachers' eyes are like the ocean.
We are small fish,
In the teacher's arms,
Swim around happily.
Teachers' eyes are like the sky.
We are Baiyun.
Under her gaze,
Free floating,
The teacher's eyes are like a mirror.
Can light up our hearts.
Poetry Reading: My Teacher Chapter 3
We are hard of hearing and can't speak.
However, just because of poor hearing,
We have more pursuits,
We will not stop moving forward.
Maybe, we missed what others have,
However, I got what others couldn't get.
Put aside all grievances,
Let us be grateful,
Thanks to our parents,
Because they gave us the most precious life;
Thanks to those who love us,
Because, they show us hope.
Thanks to our teacher,
Because they teach us to speak;