Silkworms in spring will weave until they die.
There is a spirit called red candle.
-Every night, the candle will make the wick cry.
There is a profession called teacher.
-Engineers of the human soul
There is a feeling called dedication.
-Mo Wen harvests, but requires farming.
You are not generals who gallop on the battlefield and wipe out the whole army.
However, it is more stable than walking around despite the wind and waves.
You may not be a writer who can laugh and scold.
But it has cultivated a talent who is not surprising and immortal.
You may not be a painter who wrote the Spring and Autumn Period.
But it can cultivate painters who splash ink on landscapes.
All this stems from the fact that you are a versatile group.
You are a group of cultural messengers who spread the wisdom of China.
The three-foot platform is your life stage.
Today, with the vigorous promotion of quality education.
When the percentage test paper is no longer your goal in life.
The enrollment rate is no longer the final destination of your career.
I'm just a tree
Grow like this
When I'm old
I miss myself.
This is a completely self-sufficient growth.
But I forgot.
Sunshine and rain
……
That's who you are.
(Word: Song Xiaoming)
Keep all your thoughts in your heart.
Write it on your chest.
That's who you are.
Hold all your love in your hand.
Tell me with your eyes.
That's who you are.
Don't think too much, don't ask too many questions
That's who you are.
Can't think, can't ask.
How deep is true love?
Hide all the pain on you.
Answer with your smile
That's who you are.
Don't think too much, don't ask too many questions
That's who you are.
Can't think, can't ask.
How deep is true love?
Give all life back to the world.
People call in their hearts
That's who you are.
Poetry article celebrating Teachers' Day-Thank you for your hard work, teacher.
Who-led the ignorant us into the spacious classroom,
Teach us a wealth of knowledge?
It is you! Teacher!
With your hard work and sweat,
Raising the tender seedlings that have just broken ground in spring.
Who is it?-naughty us.
Educate people to be considerate and helpful?
It is you! Teacher!
Your care is like a warm spring breeze.
It warms our hearts.
Who is it-young us?
Cultivate a mature and sensible teenager?
It is you! Teacher!
Your protection makes us grow up healthily.
The autumn season is fruitful.
You have worked hard! Teacher!
People who work hard in the heat and cold.
You have worked hard! Teacher!
Dedicate youth to nothingness.
We pay high tribute to you!
-You have worked hard, teacher!
That's all I can do, teacher.
Teacher-you are like a drizzle in spring,
Moisten flowers, irrigate the earth,
We are sucking the drizzle and growing.
Teacher-you are like the autumn breeze,
Blow the yellow land, call gold to rice,
We had a bumper harvest.
Teacher-in my dark life, you lit the brightest lamp for me;
Teacher-you are the guide on my misty life;
Teacher-you pointed out the direction for me in my rough life;
Teacher-you gave me a pair of powerful wings, let me travel in the world of knowledge!
You present a flower,
I present a flower,
Let's weave a big wreath,
Dedicated to my dear teacher and mother.
You gave the seeds,
As warm as the sun;
You sweat,
Water the seedlings.
Your eyes are like bright stars,
Shining with charming brilliance;
Your song is like a spring stream,
Brought joy to everyone.
Wherever we go,
Always remember your feelings;
No matter where we go.
Always remember your words.
Wherever we go,
Always remember your love;
Wherever we go,
Will always be a flower of yours.
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.
As soon as the Chinese teacher turned around, Lu Xun was willing to be a Confucian.
Math ........... and 6 yuan can get 6 times \
English .......... Sorry+Thank you.
Physics ... the lever to pry the earth.
Chemical .......... carbon dioxide is converted into oil.
Sports .......... Daiyu can also play football.
History .......... Qin Shihuang came to put the shot put.
Political ..........., the whole class is sleepwalking.
You warmed our hearts with love.
September, golden season, warm season; September is a fruitful season, a naive and romantic season. Facing the dawn and covered with the breeze, we came to nature to pick a bunch of flowers and weave a ray of laughter for you, our teacher!
Teacher, you have worked hard!
It is you who led us into the spacious classroom and taught us a wealth of knowledge; It is you who have educated naughty us into caring people; It is your concern that warms our hearts like a warm spring breeze. When I first came into the classroom and called you "teacher", it meant that I was your student all my life. A piece of chalk, pointing out the maze of knowledge kingdom; A blackboard records the teacher's infinite affection; On the one hand, the platform embodies the hardships of teachers; The three-foot pointer points out the ideal road in the same direction. You taught us a song with the notes of life. The lyrics are true, firm, humble, simple and persistent. ...
Teacher, you have worked hard!
Actually, we all know that you are really ordinary. Eat three meals a day and lose your temper. You are also a real person and an office worker who supports his family by salary. You are no saint.
But are you really that extraordinary? No, you're not! You are by no means such an ordinary person.
You are an engineer. Although you are not designing steel parts, you are designing the whole human soul. You are a gardener. Although your delicate hands are unable to pick up the flower hoe, you have planted the pillar of the whole national spirit! You are a porter on Mount Tai. Although you have never stirred up any goods for passing passengers, you have stirred up the red sun, which is the dawn of illuminating the world.
You hold high the flame of human civilization and ignite innocent hearts with a burning gesture. With the ardent expectation of history, you pulled a long-distance ship across the dangerous beach with the gesture of a tracker.
Ploughshares are flying and dust is flying, and your precious blood and sweat are flowing in that black land, and your white life is being interpreted again and again.
Teacher, you have worked hard!
In the eyes of students, you will always be a deep ocean, broad and broad; In the eyes of the world, you will always be the most admirable scenery, lofty and great.
I can't forget your charming style on the podium; I can't forget your kind smile; I will never forget your serious and responsible spirit ... it is you who warmed our hearts with love, led us on the right path of life, and taught us how to swim in the ocean of knowledge.
We succeeded, you are our teacher; We are famous, and you are still our teacher. In the near future, whether we become tall and straight poplars or low shrubs, teacher, we will all pay tribute to you with the green of life. Maybe we are not your best students, but you are our most respected teacher!
You have worked hard, our forever teacher!
The teacher has a book in his hand, but the students learn with their brains.
Who knows where learning comes from? In fact, it is taught by teachers.
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.
What is a teacher like?
Teachers are like candles,
Illuminate the path of knowledge.
What is a teacher like?
Teachers are like spring rain,
Sprinkle bits and pieces of knowledge in our hearts.
What is a teacher like?
Teachers are like gardeners,
Cultivate young people into a large number of knowledgeable people.
What is a teacher like?
A teacher is like a golden key.
Lead the ignorant into the treasure house of knowledge.
What is a teacher like?
Teachers are like our mothers,
Like being with us every day, tell us some colorful knowledge.
It is the teacher who has given us so much knowledge.
Here, I wish all teachers always young and beautiful.
A poem dedicated to my teacher
I can't compose music for you.
Enthusiastic hymn teacher
My shallow colorless poems
I can't express my deep thoughts about you.
once
Your stalwart figure crossed the Yalu River.
In the baptism of war
You wrote a poem of life.
How many years later, those beautiful rhythms
Sing over and over again in my heart
once
A "landlord" hat
In that turbulent era
Bend the steel waist of your soldiers.
In the displacement, you
Never lost my way.
Your pen is still flowing.
A dashing line of poetry
Explain the meaning of life on the blackboard.
Guide the young eagle to fly
An ink painting with the right tone.
Jump out of "Ailian said"
Mud is spotless, teacher.
This painting you gave me.
Grow sturdily in my heart
Now you're gone
Take away your students' deep attachment.
A blackboard full of philosophy of life
A platform to accompany you in spring, summer, autumn and winter.
That lonely lamp stays awake with you every night.
Did you really put it down like this?
Oh, teacher
You should rest.
You are among the flowers and fruits in autumn.
Wave in the distance
Your students are crying.
Step onto your old podium.