Spring silkworm has never said anything to brag about in her life, and the silver silk spit out is a ruler to measure the value of life. Dear t
Spring silkworm has never said anything to brag about in her life, and the silver silk spit out is a 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. The following are the poems about teachers that I compiled for you. I hope you like them.
Preschool teachers' poetry recitation Part I
This is a colorful paradise.
This is Miao Zhuang's land,
This is mom's hope,
This is the cradle of dolls.
Who here has the ambition of Dayu and the heart of Yao and Shun?
Who here has omnipotent wisdom and loving maternal love?
Tell me, who are your tears for?
Tell me, who is your smiling face blooming like a flower for?
It's you, me, him and our glorious kindergarten teacher.
With the flash of wisdom,
The sound is as bright as the sun,
Full of painstaking efforts,
Sweep away the affectionate tears with the breeze,
Sprouting seedlings, holding umbrellas for green leaves,
Open for flowers, fly for birds,
It's you, me, him, us and our glorious kindergarten teacher.
Here, the dream of love flies here.
We don't have broad arms,
But we have great selfless love,
Here we interpret love.
Continue to love
Pull up the zipper that slipped again and again,
Wiped a tearful eye,
Tie the fallen shoelaces,
Soothes the fragile heart because of strangeness.
Scarves wrapped around them,
Wearing a hat,
Pants on,
Small * * * also wiped clean.
Occasionally, we can hear a naive "thank you"
What's more, we see satisfied smiles and sweet smiles.
This is our greatest comfort and satisfaction.
Looking back suddenly,
Surprised
touch control
Look! My eyes are full of tears, but there is a smile on my face, because I have a little friend to wipe;
Your feet are so light and vigorous because you have small hands to tie your shoelaces.
I don't have the strength to tie up a chicken-I'm very weak
But it can help a fallen partner;
Hong Kong Yaya learns English.
But you can comfort your friends:
"Be strong, be brave.
Teachers like strong and brave children best. "
Poetry recitation by preschool teachers II
When the first ray of sunshine in the morning hangs in the blue sky,
When crisp * * * and immature laughter echoed in the ear,
When I look around a pair of innocent and hopeful eyes,
My heart is full of happiness,
I am proud that I am a kindergarten teacher.
Preschool teachers are neither sacred nor great,
But she carries the motherland's tomorrow, wireless and heavy,
My shoulders are weak,
But it carries the sincere entrustment of countless families.
My hands are light,
But it reflects the endless love of every parent for their children.
If mankind can change the world,
Then I am laying the foundation stone for this great project.
If you say that children are beautiful buds that come out of the ground,
Then I'm the gardener who grows buds,
In front of me, there are budding buds.
Behind me is the rising building of the motherland.
The seasons in my chest are as warm as spring,
My heart is full of sunshine day and night,
My hands hold up the sun tomorrow,
With the fragrance of peaches and plums in the motherland,
I'm proud,
I am a kindergarten teacher.
I'm proud,
I am a kindergarten teacher.
Preschool teachers' poetry recitation Part III
Love is wisdom.
In order to have endless roses in our home,
In order to let the birds in the air fly freely,
Our kindergarten teacher uses his own mind,
To enlighten children's smart hearts.
On the playground,
Teachers and children play the game of catching chickens with eagles.
In the classroom,
The teacher asked the children to gather around and listen to the story of pulling radish.
Sweet piano sounds came from the classroom.
Sad and beautiful songs are spinning in the sky.
The naughty boy rang his tambourine,
Lively girls learn to dance happily.
In the garden, a child discovered a little secret.
Shout loudly:
"Look, why are bees dancing on flowers?"
The children opened their magical eyes,
Seems to want to find the mystery in the teacher's face.
"Use your head and think about it."
The teacher gave the children inspiring eyes.
"Oh, the bees are hungry and looking for food."
"No, no, the bees are tired and looking for a home."
"No, no, the bees are naughty and fighting with flowers."
"No, that's bees collecting honey."
"Teacher, teacher, which of us is right?"
"Yes, yes, you are all smart children."
Our teacher is like this, with a warm and sincere love,
Quietly open these innocent and selfless hearts,
Lay a solid foundation for children's growth.
We find that children have their own unique and colorful world.
In this white and flawless world,
Full of wisdom, beauty and magic.
Love has no regrets.
People often ask:
How about being a kindergarten teacher?
Are you tired of being a kindergarten teacher?
We can feel hearing loss,
The sound is no longer crisp,
I am very tired every day.
When I heard the children rubbing your face with a little milky face and saying, "Teacher, I love you."
When the child pulls your skirt and shouts "Mom" with a satisfied smile,
When you are angry because your child is naughty, the child holds your leg and says, "Teacher, I was wrong, and it will never happen again."
At this time, we seem to have found the lost innocence.
And inner concern for this childlike impulse.
We have no regrets as kindergarten teachers.
We have no complaints about monotonous work.
Put your hand in my palm,
Let me show you the world,
Become our constant long-cherished wish.
Preschool education is normal,
Like a most common song,
However, the larks flying in the sky are very small.
Singing resounded through the sky.
Red-crowned colorful-winged parrot,
There is always no self in the song.
In the harbor of love created for children,
We are willing to be a lark,
Singing ordinary and vivid songs forever.
Some people say that life is red and as hot as fire.
Some people say that life is blue, as blue as the sky.
Some people say that life is purple, as colorful as a rose and as romantic as a dream.
But what is our life like?
Is it red? Is it blue? Is it purple? Yes, it's colorful.
In this colorful world,
There are our songs, our tears, our smiles and our love.
In this colorful and magical paradise, let our hearts fly the dream of love.