Inch by inch of chalk.
Dye your hair white
Take it off and light a candle.
Illuminate others
Let one hieroglyph after another
Become the footprints you have walked through
Climb to the top of the cliff
Let the latecomers step on your shoulders.
Send groups of students on the road.
Twinkling Stars
Brilliant
Use up the last bit of waste heat
This is a teacher's life.
Engineers of the human soul!
Teacher's love
Teacher love is sunshine,
Dazzling, intense,
Lasting luster,
Forever warmth.
( 1)
You are not a silkworm.
It eats, drinks and plays all its life.
How can a temporary dedication compare with you?
You are not a wax torch.
It sleeps all its life.
How can a dying flame compare with you?
Your sweat makes the sea.
Your hard work has opened the world.
But why?
Why is only one day a year suitable for you?
On this only day
Please allow us to sing a hymn.
Praise you with the most beautiful words
Bless you ...
(2)
It's time for the people standing on the podium to come down.
Don't forget who is the protagonist today.
People standing on the podium should stop writing.
Don't forget your date tonight.
People standing on the podium,
You're not a child anymore,
Don't sneak away like last time.
People standing on the podium,
You are over 40 years old,
But you should know what it means to keep your word.
Go, go, go.
White hair,
Wash your milky white hands.
Step on your new leather shoes,
Change your old clothes.
Like a child,
Laugh with us.
It's like going back 20 years,
Dance with us.
People standing on the podium,
Don't forget that today is your protagonist!
Teachers' Day Poetry Festival
Every time I walk through your window,
There is always your tired figure,
Every time I walk through your window,
There is always your hard work,
On the road of life,
You showed us the way,
The ocean of knowledge,
You taught us how to swim,
Our success.-you have a share.
Our pleasure.-you're in on it.
Because, without your instruction,
We can't succeed,
Because, without your instruction,
We can't have our honor,
In your festival today,
I express my heartfelt wishes to you-
Happy holidays, teacher! ! !
A poem dedicated to the teacher
Teacher's day gift
Candlelight at dinner
Countless dates, countless looks back,
Countless times of gratitude, countless times of touching.
At the dinner party, we got together,
For the bright and soft candlelight.
Thousands of worries, thousands of irritability,
Thousands of expectations, thousands of pursuits.
At the dinner party, we were filled with emotion.
For the silent candlelight.
Gently, from my memory, time can't erase the greatness and simplicity of candlelight;
Slowly, in my mind, time can't wash away the sound and smile before candlelight;
Slowly, it disappeared from my eyes, but what I can't forget is the persistence and persistence of candlelight.
It's too obscure,
It's so honest and simple,
It is so powerful and confident,
That's generous.
It's not surprising to call it a soul engineer.
It is not surprising that he is praised as a man of depth.
It is the enlightenment light of the pillars of the motherland,
Hope comes from its indoctrination;
The long river of life runs endlessly,
Its sweat and efforts are condensed on the road to success.
Very common,
But great;
Very kind,
Sometimes it's serious
But we like it,
Only candlelight can win the respect and love of all mankind.
Perhaps, at dinner, we will meet again;
Maybe, one day, the candle will go out by itself.
But its afterglow will still inspire us,
As long as it has a glimmer of light, the lamp of hope in our hearts will be illuminated by it.
But it must ignite itself in exchange for the bright future of others.
His position is irreplaceable.
At the dinner party,
We drink hand in hand,
Praise the candlelight,
Pay tribute to the teacher!