Poetry 1: A song for the teacher: You are the spring rain.
Water peaches and plums.
Dye green and touch the earth.
You are a swallow
Took away the cold of winter.
Have a warm day.
You are a candle.
Burn out 365 dreams
Send away a batch and welcome a batch.
You are a rising star in Ran Ran.
Farewell to the night of ignorance
Bring back the dawn of wisdom
Poetry 2: A song dedicated to the teacher at sunset
I bowed my head and looked forward.
A long journey of life
Extension distance
There is your silent figure.
Stop under the banyan tree
Read a great poem
I walked past you gently.
Listening to the familiar melody
Touch the memory of the past
But found
Burn scars, once a rebel.
As thin as a cicada's wing
That bitter youth
No more embarrassment
Once the joy and tears.
Now it is another kind of scenery.
The sky in the sunset
Jinyu waterfall
You turn around and leave.
Leave a growing book.
And the smell of you.
Stop on the road of my life
Let me not be afraid
A tricky mile.
Today I will put all the beautiful words.
Create a song
Dedicated to what made me who I was or who I am now.
Touched teacher
I hope you can forgive my mistake.
Poetry 3: Dedicated to the Old Teacher-The Old Saw with No Regret Time
It is always polished.
Countless times to the podium
Pull back and forth on your forehead
Up to the forehead of a big tree
Expose a long scar
The wind cannot be ironed.
The rain can't bear to get wet again.
Thick hair in the past
A white hair is a piece of chalk.
become
Then I'll put them all up.
All dyed blackboard color
The blackboard was dyed white.
Add occasionally in silence
Those are skinny.
Stumbling memories.
Once in high spirits
One pair is rough.
But it's still a good hand
Hold on to things that are no longer hot.
Calm; calm
No regrets in peace
How many years have you been separated from a sentence without regrets?
In a chance encounter
Still ringing in my ears
"Hello, teacher"
Poetry 4: Song for the teacher: I am the moon.
because of you
-The sun
Humans can witness my glory.
Your guardian
This is the luck of my life.
My teacher.
I miss song for you.
You used the blackboard eraser.
Purified my mind.
You used chalk.
In my blackboard-like mind
Full of wisdom
It's you, it's you.
Give me the teaching and motto of success.
Soybean moon
because of you
-The sun
Humans can witness my glory.
tomorrow
I have collected billions of stars.
After work.
Continue to illuminate the whole land.
Poetry 5: Saying goodbye is the gentleness of bowing your head.
Like a lotus, it can't overcome the shyness of the cool breeze.
You said be careful, you said be careful.
There is sweet sadness in the treasure-Shia Nora!
starry sky
Draw your heart into a dream.
Close your eyes.
Recall the past
It's been three years.
Want to say goodbye like a breeze
See you again.
NextWorld" Future Megatropolis
see you again
Say take care.
Say goodbye to this
Goodbye, not forever.
We'll just
In each other's hearts
Remember my thoughts.
see you again
Seize our memories
Stride forward.
Just for the rainbow dream in their hearts.
Even if the road ahead is full of wind and rain
Let me shake your hand.
I hope the years will stop here.
Let the memories merge into a river in my heart.
Is such a hopeless hope.
Then I have to
Place your blessing on your heart.
Tomorrow will be the end of the world.
Say take care.
see you again
Poetry 6: A figure in a hurry
Hurriedly withdraw
The rhythm between two points and one line
It's a quarter beat
Or one sixteenth of a beat.
The voice on the podium had to
From clarity and huskiness to silence
The blackboard is pinyin in squares.
A straight line in an arc
Pull each other down
Become mottled, handsome and handsome.
Footsteps mingled with the students.
Can't tell who is light and who is heavy.
I only heard a cry.
And their own children.
There is no difference.
Make Zhu Ziqing anxious.
It's in your textbook
first page
Let Chen Jingrun's Goldbach conjecture.
Keep running
There is no last page.
Only the next one.
Poetry 7: Dedicated to the teacher. You offer flowers, I hold them.
Let's weave a big wreath.
Dedicated to my dear teacher
You planted the seeds.
Sow the hope of spring
You are the one who spilled the rain and dew.
Moisturize summer flowers
You waved a sickle.
Harvest the fruits of autumn
You're the one carrying the car and the boat
Store grain in winter
Your voice is like a clear spring.
Flowing at a lively pace
Your smile is like the sunshine in summer.
Sending out the light of enthusiasm.
Your eyes are like stars in autumn.
Brilliant Ming Hua
No matter the geese spread their wings
How high are we flying?
Yannangui
No matter the deer runs ahead.
How far have we come?
Luhuitou
No matter the flowers bloom or fall.
How beautiful we are.
Huaguo
You are our dream water town.
You are a corner of our world.
You are our warm garden.
You are the tree.
(of grass and trees) lush.
Forever lasting
Poetry 8: To Young Teachers-Getting on the bus in curiosity and reality.
Step into this track
Set foot on this trip to ordinary express.
It has no emu and magnetic levitation.
Luxury, look at it.
A group of different eyes in the carriage
Children with different noses
Some sit quietly.
Some run around.
Some people got into the cracks in the seats.
You're relieved, angry, angry
Look at the scenery outside the window.
Maybe there will be another column once in a while
roared past
In its carriage
No different from you.
Only small passengers
It's time to get off.
Time to get in the car.