Indeed, teachers are great gardeners, the flowers of the motherland are cultivated in the hands of teachers, and the pillars of the motherland are transported from teachers; The teacher is an ordinary person. Unlike other jobs, he shoulders the heavy responsibility entrusted by society and educates our children to grow into useful people. What is a teacher like? Teachers are like red candles, illuminating the road of knowledge.
What is a teacher like? Teachers are like spring rain, spreading bits and pieces of knowledge in our hearts. What is a teacher like? Teachers, like gardeners, cultivate our young family into a large number of knowledgeable people.
What is a teacher like? Teachers are like a golden key, leading us into the treasure house of knowledge. What is a teacher like? Teachers, like our mothers, accompany us every day and tell us some colorful knowledge.
It is the teacher who has given us so much knowledge. I wish all the teachers will always be young and beautiful. Hello, teachers, you are diligent gardeners, who use knowledge to make dew and cultivate the flowers of the motherland. You are selfless candles, dedicated to burning yourself and illuminating others. You said it was your long-cherished wish to have peaches and plums all over the world. The heroic spirit on the three-foot platform is your eternal attachment, the sweat flying on the blackboard, and the expectation that the pen tip will flow. You comfort your heart with motherly loving hands, support Qian Qian's dream and realize the hopes of all teachers. Teacher, you stick to the glorious cause of people's teachers with love and persistence, and you perform the sacred duties of people's teachers with lofty professional ethics and ethics. 5. Teacher, who is "working hard"-who leads us into the spacious classroom and teaches us a wealth of knowledge? It is you! Teacher! With your hard sweat, you have nurtured the tender seedlings that have just broken ground in spring.
Who-who educated naughty us into understanding and helpful people? It is you! Teacher! Your care is like a warm spring breeze, which warms our hearts. Who is it-to train young people into mature and sensible teenagers? 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! ..... 6 Dedicated to the old teacher's beloved teacher, you are a beacon in my heart, a bridge of friendship between classmates, and you have built a stage for young students to show their talents.
Dear teacher, you watched us struggle, you watched us grow, and you accompanied us through countless joys and sorrows. On the playground, you see our vigorous posture, and in class, you catch our eyes for knowledge.
When you see the slender buds grow into trees and the tender shoulders hold up a blue sky, you smile comfortably, which is so beautiful, kind and kind. In your meticulous care, we feel warmth and strength.
You know we can't repay your kindness. I owe Mr. Rushan a debt of gratitude, and I can't forget your persuasive and earnest teaching. I can't forget your patient explanation and careful counseling. I can't forget your painstaking efforts and hardships under the lamp, and your voice, face, joys and sorrows in front of the three-foot platform.
You use your hard work to light the lamp in our hearts, you use your true feelings to arouse our potential wisdom, you are the beacon of our ship, you are the engineer of human soul, and you use your life to interpret the great connotation of life. I sincerely thank you, my alma mater and teachers. In fact, all we need is a drop of water, but you have given us the whole ocean. In fact, we only wanted a beam of sunshine, but you gave us a round of sun.
You are spring, quietly urging the ideal bud, you are summer, deeply melting the friendship between teachers and students, you are autumn, Yingying brings rich fruits, and you are winter, silently purifying our hearts. Roots firmly rooted in the school, fragrant, but always in our hearts.
I want to give you the most beautiful flowers, I want to sing the most beautiful songs, and I want to give you the purest heart. You are the sun in my heart, you are the spring in my heart, and you are the eternal spray in the long river of my feelings.
My dear teachers-I wish you a happy holiday and praise the teachers! ! ! Teacher-you are like a drizzle in spring, nourishing flowers and irrigating the earth, while we are sucking the drizzle to grow. Teacher-you are like a breeze in autumn, which blows the yellow land and awakens the rice. We have 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! Who-who led the ignorant into the spacious classroom and taught us a wealth of knowledge? It is you! Teacher! With your hard sweat, you have nurtured the tender seedlings that have just broken ground in spring. Who-who educated naughty us into understanding and helpful people? It is you! Teacher! Your care is like a warm spring breeze, which warms our hearts.
Who is it-to train young people into mature and sensible teenagers? 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! ..... 9 Who-who led the ignorant into the spacious classroom and taught us a wealth of knowledge? It is you! Teacher! With your hard sweat, you have nurtured the tender seedlings that have just broken ground in spring. Who-who educated naughty us into understanding and helpful people? It is you! Teacher! Your care is like a warm spring breeze, which warms our hearts.
Who is it-to train young people into mature and sensible teenagers? It is you! Teacher! Your protection makes us healthy.
2. On Friday, in the comprehensive practice class, our Green Leaf Squadron held the "Extracurricular English Reading Contest", which is one of the series activities of the "Spray Reading Festival". Reading a book is like opening a window of life and breathing more fresh air, so every child likes reading very much.
The exciting activity began. We all have answers, and we all want to get good grades in this activity. The students' recitation has its own characteristics, some are gentle and some are serious.
Among them, Jin Tianyi is the best performer. She recited an article in an affectionate voice. Her voice is crisp and beautiful. Even the sunshine is fascinated. She slipped into the classroom through the window and left it on her book. She didn't want to leave for a long time The students all looked at her attentively and listened with relish.
Next, Wang Xiaoyue appeared, and we all expected her to be better. Our applause was even louder! Her face has a pair of beautiful eyes, dotted with childish long eyelashes, like two watery grapes. Her Mandarin is so standard, fluent and graceful. It seems that she is well prepared. At this time, the classroom was very quiet, and everyone was attracted by her beautiful voice.
One by one, the young players took turns to go to the podium to share their reading gains. It's Ding's turn to play. Her face is red, like a big red apple. I look a little shy, my voice is high and low, and my feelings are particularly involved. At this time, the birds outside the window are singing, as if singing to her, and as if encouraging all the little green leaves: "Read happily and show yourself confidently!" " "Everyone kept clapping, and the reading meeting of Green Leaf Squadron ended unconsciously.
How time flies! The short reading contest is over. I want to tell you: "Love reading can turn boring moments into joy."
3. Seek poems suitable for second-year students to recite. We sing for hope.
When the dawn light penetrated the thick clouds, we saw hope!
Liu Jing: When the bright red sun rises from the sea, we see it-hope!
Xiaopo: When green trees are swaying buds and birds are singing in spring, we see it-hope!
Li Yan: Hope is the kindling that lights the lamp in our hearts;
Li Xia: Hope is a beacon, guiding us forward;
Yan Yan: We, 17 brothers and sisters,
Ruiting: You, 279 children,
Unity: We all live in a big family.
Shi Long: Today, we welcome the 6th1International Children's Day.
Xie Hui: 6 1 year, neither too long nor too short.
Keiichi: There are clear annual rings from 1949 to 20 10 and 6 1.
Liu Jing: Every circle and ring is full of ardent hopes.
Small slope: clear annual rings from 1949 to 20 10/0,61,
Li Yan: Every ring, every circle is engraved with the glory of the years!
Li Xia: Dear child, do you still remember the first time you stepped into the campus, and the teacher greeted you with a smile?
Yan Yan: Dear child, do you still remember the cheers of the students at the sports meeting?
Ruiting: Dear children, do you still remember the solemn oath of the counselor and teacher in front of the team flag?
Unity: Dear children, everything here remembers your dreams when you were young, and every inch of land here has left your growth footprint.
Shi Long: Dear colleagues, can you feel the breath of our glorious collective unity, struggle and struggle?
Xie Hui: Dear colleagues, can you realize that our glorious collective is becoming more and more brilliant step by step?
Keiichi: For many years, we have been trying to teach basic skills.
Liu Jing: From organizational teaching, Mandarin, three-stroke and stick figure to multimedia teaching.
Xiaopo: Over the years, we have grown up with our children by riding the east wind of curriculum reform.
Li Yan: We are bathed in the rain and dew of education and scientific research and keep pace with the times.
Li Xia: Arm yourself with advanced educational ideas.
Yan Yan: Teach children with scientific educational methods.
Unity: Because we always remember that education and love are our unshirkable responsibilities, dedication and dedication, and the foundation of our professional ethics.
Ruiting: Today, when celebrating the 6th1International Children's Day,
Shi Long: We, all teachers of Songzhaituo Primary School, solemnly swear to the society, parents and all children.
Zhonghe: dedicated, enterprising, knowledgeable and innovative!
Xie Hui: We will honor the promise of people's teachers with practical actions;
Unity: be a red candle
Burn yourself and illuminate others.
Be a spring silkworm
Dedicate yourself and give back to society.
May every flower of hope bloom more brilliantly here,
May every song of hope be sung louder here!
4. Who has a simple story suitable for children in grade two or three? Watching the snow in the pavilion in the middle of the lake? In December of five years, I lived in West Lake.
It snowed for many days, and the noise of pedestrians and birds in the lake disappeared. This is the day, and it is more fixed. I took a boat, held a fire, and went to the lake pavilion to see the snow alone.
Haze, sky and clouds, mountains and water, white up and down; The shadow on the lake is only the trace of a long bank, a small pavilion in the middle of the lake and a mustard tuber on the boat, and there are two or three people on board. On the gazebo, two people sat opposite each other. A boy was cooking wine and the stove was boiling.
Seeing it, I was overjoyed and said, "There is no such person in the lake!" " Pull me together and drink with me. I tried to drink three glasses of wine and then said goodbye to them.
Ask them what their surnames are. They are from Nanjing and are guests in this place. When he got off the boat, Zhou Zi murmured, "Don't say" xianggong "is crazy. There are more people who are crazy like" xianggong "."
[Appreciation] This article is a masterpiece of Zhang Dai's sketches. By recalling an experience of boating and watching snow in the West Lake, the author showed his seclusion and expressed his deep attachment and sentimental feelings.
It snowed heavily for three days in the dead of night, and the author went by boat alone. I met a guest unexpectedly in the pavilion, and the three of them exchanged names before leaving.
Zhou Zi mumbled and fell in love with three people, but I didn't know that these three people were just temperamental people. The most striking feature of this paper is its concise writing, which is less than 200 words, but it integrates narrative, scenery and lyricism. What is particularly amazing is that the author's skill in tempering quantifiers, the combination of "one mark", "one point", "one mustard" and "two or three grains" actually conveys an eternal and vast realm, even a silent atmosphere, which is amazing.
The author makes good use of contrast techniques, big and small, cold and hot, loneliness and bosom friend, and the contrast is sharp, which strongly expresses his deep feelings about life and lingering thoughts about his old country. [Expert Comment] Qi Biaojia: Yu Youzhang, Tao An, pen tool chemical industry.
His travels include Boao by Li Daoyuan, Spicy Life by Liu Tongren, Li Xi by Yuan Zhonglang and Humor by Wang Jizhong. One of them is an ethereal and glittering spirit, and there is nothing to find. A vivid portrayal of the West Lake, politics is in Adu.
Zhang Dai's West Lake Dream Preface: Tao Anguo broke, never ended, and went into the mountains ... because I thought of Yu's life, it was prosperous and beautiful, and there was nothing. In the past 50 years, this has been a dream. ..... I occasionally draw one, such as wandering the old road, seeing an old friend and people in the city, and turning to complacency. It's true that you can't dream until you're an idiot.
Introduction to Tao Anmeng [Translation] In December of the fifth year of Chongzhen, I lived in West Lake. After three days of heavy snow, the voices of pedestrians and birds in the lake disappeared.
After the early morning of this day, I rowed a boat, wore a leather coat and took a stove, and went to the lake pavilion to see the snow alone. The lake is full of ice flowers condensed by water vapor, and the sky and clouds, mountains and water are one integrated mass, and it is white.
The (clear) shadow on the lake is only the trace of a long dike, the outline of a pavilion in the middle of the lake, and two or three figures on my boat. When I arrived at the pavilion, I saw two people sitting opposite. They had already laid the felt. A boy is cooking wine in the wine stove.
(They) were very happy to see me and said, "How can you meet such an (elegant) person in the lake!" Take me to drink with you. I drank three large glasses and said goodbye (to them).
5. Classical Chinese suitable for primary school students to recite Liu Yiqing's Shi Shuo Xin Yu. Yang Guo's son is nine years old and very clever.
Junping Kong thought of his father, but when his father was away, he shouted. In order to set fruit, the fruit has bayberry.
Confucius pointed out to his son and said, "This is the fruit of your family." The son replied, "I haven't heard that peacock is a master of poultry."
Erboya has a unique string, Boya is good at playing drums, and Zhong Ziqi is good at listening. Boya Guqin, looking at the mountains in the distance, Zhong Ziqi said, "Well, I am like Mount Tai!" Determined to manage water, Zhong Ziqi said: "The ocean is like a river!" Zhong Ziqi will understand what Boya said.
When he died as a child, Boya said that there was no bosom friend in the world, but he broke the piano and never played drums all his life. "Liezi/Tang Wen" Confucius traveled eastward and saw two children arguing and asked them why.
A child said, "I think the sun is close to the sky at sunrise and far from the sky at noon." . "Another child thinks that when the sun rises, it is far from the sun, and it is closer to people at noon.
A child said, "When the sun just came out, the hood of the car was as big as noon and the plate was as small as usual. Is this the reason why it is not far from the big one?" ? Another child said, "The sun gets cold as soon as it comes out, and it is as hot as putting your hand into hot water at noon. Is this the reason why you feel hot when you are near and cool when you are far away?" " ? " Hearing this, Confucius could not judge who was right or wrong. The two children smiled and said to Confucius, "Who said you were smart?" ? "Mencius/Gao Zishang plays autumn, which is also a good show to know the country.
Let Qiu Yi teach two people to play chess, one to concentrate on playing chess, and Qiu Yi listens; Although one person thought it was a swan, he tried to shoot it with his bow. Although I learned chess from the previous one, chess is still not as good as the previous one.
Is it because his intelligence is not as good as the former? That's not true.
6. Ask for two ancient texts suitable for reading. The red wall is full of autumn, and in July perilla and guests go boating under the red cliff.
The breeze blows gently and the water can't reach the surface. Raise a glass to propose a toast to one's companions, recite articles related to the moon, and sing praises to chapters.
Not long after, the moon rose from Dongshan, hovering between the Big Dipper and the cow. Milky white fog across the river, clear water.
Let the boat float on the boundless river and cross the boundless river. Vastness is like the wind in Feng Xu, but I didn't know it would stop. It's like being left behind and independent, feathering into immortality.
At this time, he was very happy to drink, slapping the ship's rail with his hand and singing. The song says: "Gui Gui is like a blue paddle, striking the sky and tracing the streamer.
I am pregnant, looking at the beautiful scenery, looking at the sky. "The guest has a piper, leaning on the song and making peace.
Its voice is full of resentment, longing, crying and complaining, and the lingering sound is endless. It can make the dragon dance in the deep valley and make the widow in the lonely boat cry.
Perilla was very sad and sat in danger and asked the guest, "What is it?" The guest said, "There are few stars on the moon, and blackbirds fly south." Isn't this a poem by Cao Mengde? Looking at Xiakou in the west and Wuchang in the east, the mountains and rivers are misty and gloomy. Isn't this because Meng Zhizhi was trapped in Zhou Lang? Fang Qi broke Jingzhou and went down to Jiangling, downstream to the east. He was thousands of miles long, wearing a flag, drinking wine and singing poems across the river, and became a hero in the world. Now, where is he? My son and I are fishing on the river, and we are friends with fish, shrimp and elk. Driving a boat, holding a bottle that belongs to each other. It's a drop in the ocean to send a mayfly into the earth.
Mourn a moment in my life and admire the infinity of the Yangtze River. Fly with the flying fairy, hold the bright moon, and grow up.
I couldn't understand it at the moment, but I heard about it in Hengtai. "Perilla said," do you know water and the moon? The deceased is like this, but he has never been there; If you are full of emptiness, the dead will not ebb and flow.
Gai must view it from its changers, then heaven and earth can't be in an instant; From its unchanging point of view, things are infinite to me. What do you envy? Between heaven and earth, everything has its own master; If it's not mine, it's a dime.
However, the breeze on the river and the bright moon in the mountains are heard by the ears, but what the eyes see is beautiful and inexhaustible, which is the endless hiding place of the creator and the place where my son and I eat. "The guest smiled and washed more vigorously.
All the vegetables and fruits have been eaten, leaving only the cups on the table in a mess. Sleeping on the boat, hugging each other, I know the horizon has turned white.
Su Shi (1037 ~110/) was born in Meishan, Northern Song Dynasty. He is a famous writer, one of the eight masters in Tang and Song Dynasties.
He is knowledgeable and versatile, and has high attainments in calligraphy, painting, poetry and prose. His calligraphy is called "Song Sijia" with Cai Xiang, Huang Tingjian and Mi Fei; He is good at painting bamboo and strange stones, and also has outstanding opinions on painting theory and calligraphy theory.
He is a literary leader after Ouyang Xiu in the Northern Song Dynasty, and his prose is as famous as Ouyang Xiu. Poetry is like the name of Huang Tingjian; His words are magnificent and bold, and his words are graceful and restrained. Known as "Su Xin" with Xin Qiji in the Southern Song Dynasty, * * * is an uninhibited poet. Chibi Fu is divided into pre-Chibi Fu and post-Chibi Fu.
Wang Teng Pavilion Preface Wang Bo Original: Zhang Yu Old County, Hongdu New Residence. The stars are divided into wings, and the ground is connected with Lu Heng.
Three rivers and five lakes in Jin, controlling barbarians and attracting Ouyue. Wuhua Tianbao, the dragon lamp shoots the bull fighting market; Outstanding people, Xu Ru got off Chen Fan's couch.
Xing Chi Cai Jun Xiongzhou fog column. At the turn of summer, the host and guest are all in the southeast.
The commander-in-chief Gong Yanyi is elegant, and the halberd is in the distance; Fan Yi of Yuwen Xinzhou is temporarily stationed. Ten-day holiday, friends like clouds, thousands of miles to meet, wedding.
Teng Jiao, a poet of Meng; Purple electric paste is General Wang's armory. Home is slaughter, Tao is name; What does a boy know? Bows always win! When Wei is in September, the sequence belongs to Sanqiu.
The water is cold and the pool is clear, and the smoke is purple. Yan Yan likes to walk on the road and watch the scenery to worship Afghanistan.
Close to Emperor Cheung Chau, you will see the old pavilion where heaven and man are integrated. Terraces are green and the sky is heavy; Feiting, Xiangdan, there is no land under the ground.
He Ting Zhu Fu, into the badlands, Ghost Hall Blue Palace, Lieshan. Embroidered and carved, Yamahara is full of vision, and Kawasawa is bold and unrestrained.
Yan Lu, the hometown of Zhong Mingding's delicious food; Ge boat maze, green finch Huanglong axis. Clouds selling rain Ji, colorful.
Sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn waters * * * the sky. Fishing boats sing late, the coastal sound is poor, the array is cold, and the sound breaks Hengyang Pu.
The distance is smooth and it is easy to fly. Cool breeze blowing gently, singing white clouds.
There are bamboos in Suiyuan, which makes Peng Ze angry. Shui Ye Zhu Hua, a pen shining in Linchuan. Four beautiful things, two are difficult to combine.
Poor in the sky, leisure is very entertaining. The sky is vast and the universe is infinite; Joy begets sorrow and knowledge is empty.
Looking at Chang 'an in the sun means that Wu Hui is in the clouds. The terrain is deep in the South Pole, high in Tianzhu and far from Beichen.
It's difficult to climb mountains and mountains. Who feels sorry for the lost people? Meet by chance, full of foreign guests. When I miss the emperor, what year was I in the mysterious room? Ha ha! Bad luck, bad luck.
Feng Tang is easy to get old, but Li Guang is hard to seal. Qu Jiayi is in Changsha, not without a master; Is there no time to escape from Hongliang to Haiqu? Only when a gentleman looks at a few things can he know life.
When you are old and strong, would you rather be moved? If you are poor, you will be strong. If you are greedy for springs, you will feel refreshed, and if you are dry, you will still be happy. Although Beihai is on credit, it can be accepted; The cold corner has gone, and the mulberry is not late.
Meng's taste is noble and pure, and he has no distractions to serve the country; Ruan Ji is rampant, how can you cry at the end of the road? Bob, who is three feet short, is a scholar. There is no way to ask for it, and the final army will be weak; There is a pen in the heart, and love has the wind of living in peace.
Give up hair for a hundred years, and Wan Li will faint in the morning. It is not a treasure tree in Xie Jia, but a neighbor of Montessori.
He became more and more imperial, and he accompanied Lu; Today, I hold my hand and hope to hold the Longmen. Yang Yi doesn't pick up, caresses Lingyun and cherishes himself; What's shameful about playing with running water at the clock meeting? Oh! There are not many resorts, so it is difficult to have a grand feast again.
Lanting is gone, Zize Xu Qiu. Farewell words, thanks to Wei Wei; Climbing high to make a contribution is to hope the public.
Dare to enjoy, listen to short quotations, give a word, four rhymes. Please sprinkle Pan Jiang, and each side will pour their own water into the sea.
Wang Bo (649~676), Han nationality, was a poet in the Tang Dynasty. The word zi an.
Jiangzhou Longmen (now Hejin, Shanxi) people. Together with Yang Jiong and Lu, they are called "Wang Luo" and "four outstanding figures in the early Tang Dynasty".
Wang Bo is the grandson of Wang Tong, a great scholar at the end of Sui Dynasty. Wang's second son was named Fu Jiao, and the second son was named Fu Zhi, and Fu Jiao was his father. He used to be Doctor Taichang, Yongzhou Secretariat, Jiaozhi County Order, Liuhe County Order and Governor of Qi State. It can be seen that Wang Bo grew up in a scholarly family.