Ode to the gardener
Teacher, everyone says that you are cultivating the pillars of the motherland; I want to say that you are the pillars of the motherland. You have propped up the backbone of our generation!
You are like a red candle, giving all the heat and light to the younger generation! Your character and spirit can be summed up in two words-burning! Keep burning!
Your lecture is rich and colorful. Each chapter seems to open a window in front of me and let me see a colorful new world. ...
Ah, with you, the garden is so gorgeous and the earth is full of spring! Teacher, please open the window and have a look. All this love and this garden full of peaches and plums are paying tribute to you! Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how can so many beautiful flowers of the soul bloom? Ah, teacher, engineer of human soul, who is not praising you! Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and happiness.
Teacher, you are the sower of this hope and happiness!
Teacher, you are a cultivator and a sower of beauty. It is you who shine the beautiful sunshine, moisten the beautiful rain and dew, make our hearts green and full of flowers! You are busy with the blooming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, silently hanging the shade of leaves! Ah, teacher, your spirit, always remember my heart!
You are more like a nameless root, let the young trees grow sturdily, let the branches bear rich fruits, but ask for nothing in return.
You gave us a ruler of life, let us measure it every day; You gave us a mirror of exemplary behavior, and let us learn everywhere.
You are a bridge, connecting the cut mountains for us and leading us to the peak of harvest; You are a green vine, tough and slender, which guides us to collect Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng at the top of the cliff. When Miao Er needs a glass of water, never send a bucket of water. And when you need a bucket of water, never give a glass of water. Giving in due time is a skill of a good gardener. My teacher, this is your art of education. Regardless of the cold inkstone in Qin Xin, peaches are ripe and dripping, but plums are ripe and incompetent. It is easy to grow flowers, but difficult to educate people. The valley is very fragrant, poems are full of people, paintings are full of people, and talented people smile.
Teacher, you use the noblest feelings of human beings-love, sowing spring, sowing ideals, sowing strength ... sowing with words, cultivating with colored pens, watering with sweat and nourishing with painstaking efforts. This is the noble work of our beloved teacher.
You work in the present, but you are building the future of the motherland; You teach in class, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland. Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then students are the sand in the clam; You lick it, grind it, soak it, and wash it with love ... Over the years, the sand turns into pearls and shines.
There are countless proud and happy memories in your teaching career, but you keep them in your heart, just staring at a garden to be explored.
If I were a poet, I would write poems with enthusiasm and praise the vastness and profundity of the sea. And dedicated to you-my broad-minded and knowledgeable teacher.
Teachers are kindling, igniting the fire in students' hearts; Teachers are stone steps, carrying students to climb steadily step by step.
You are like a candle, thin as it is, but with a little heat and light, it illuminates others and exhausts yourself. This selfless dedication is unforgettable. The language of your lectures is as sweet as a tinkling mountain spring, as cordial as a gurgling stream, and as exciting as a rushing river. ...
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.
Your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze and as sweet as a clear spring. Your love is more severe than father's love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than friendship. Your teacher's love is the greatest and cleanest in the world.
The value of fireflies is to shine on others with lights hanging from the back end; Your respect lies in always providing convenience for others.
Who scattered the rain and dew all over the earth? Who feeds the seedlings hard? It's you, teacher, you are a great gardener! Look at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one is not as hard as you, and which one is not as smiling as you!
1. Praise you, campus.
Praise you, campus! You are a red sun; You are a hopeful ship; You are the temple of knowledge; You are the cradle of college students.
You are the hope of the villagers. Under your training, students' beautiful ideals can be realized and their sweet dreams can be rounded.
You are fertile land, and young plants grow into trees; You are a brush like a rafter, and your pictures are praised!
From several houses to high-rise buildings; From abacus calculation to computer operation; From studying hard under oil lamps to being accompanied by fluorescent lamps. You have experienced a lot of ups and downs, but you have become more mature and stable. You are slim and graceful, just like a beautiful girl, which is enviable.
You have the warmth of spring, the brilliance of summer and the maturity of autumn, but not the cold of winter. You opened the door of Tsinghua campus, and the Weiming Lake of Peking University obeyed your call. Great, campus, you have a great responsibility! You should push the wheel of history and climb the peak of science!
How beautiful the future is and how brilliant tomorrow is! Let Lang Lang's reading sound resound through the sky! The advancing campus will live up to expectations, just like a bright pearl!
2. Ah, campus
When I was a child, on campus.
Hanging in the high blue sky
See her, hear her
just as
Embrace the stars all over the sky, all the stars
something i need
Admission, campus
Squeeze into my heavy schoolbag
Love her and hate her.
just as
Following a long stream makes me happy.
It confuses me.
Graduation, campus
It grows on a lush tree.
Taste her.
just as
Farewell to first love, even let me
Feel depressed/depressed
Now, the campus is finally
Paste it into my wonderful life picture.
No matter how close to her, no matter how far away from her.
It's like
Hold high the sail of mature love, towards that
The fiery red sun is flying.
Ode to red candle
Red candle!
Such a red candle!
Poet!
Spit out your inner comparison, but what about the general color?
Red candle!
Who made the wax?-for your body.
Who lit the fire-lit the soul?
Why do you have to burn the wax to ashes?
And let it out?
Repeated mistakes;
Contradiction! Conflict!
Red candle!
Nothing wrong, nothing wrong!
It should "light" your light-
This is the natural way.
Red candle!
Once made, it will burn!
Burn it! Burn it!
The dream of burning the world,
The blood of the boiling world-
Save their souls,
Smash their prison!
Red candle!
When your heart is burning,
It was the day when tears began.
Red candle!
The craftsman created you,
It was originally used for burning.
Now it's burning,
Why are you crying?
Oh! I know!
It is the residual wind that invades your light,
When your fever is unstable,
I was so anxious that I cried!
Red candle!
Flow! How can it not flow?
Please put your cream,
Constantly flowing to the world,
Cultivate comfortable flowers,
Form a happy fruit!
Red candle!
You shed a tear and the ash was distracted.
I shed tears for your fruits and create a bright career for you.
Red candle!
"Mo Wen harvests, but requires farming."
Four seasons songs on campus
Golden campus
We came noisily.
Young mind
Full of infinite expectations
The world in plain clothes
We let off steam.
Passionate feelings
The colorful life of radiation
Green campus
Those ignorant teenagers
Publicize the glory of life
Appreciate the infinity of knowledge
Hot campus
Those young faces
Full of knowledge
Looking forward to the new school year
Four seasons campus
Every year is more colorful.
at once
We have grown up.
therefore
With the joy of growing up
We left silently.
On pure and fertile land
It breeds our hope for tomorrow.
We are eager to be an eagle in the future.
Soar above the sky
it's you
Let my life have a good start.
it's you
Aroused my curiosity.
it's you
Help me become useful and help me fly.
You taught me.
Give someone flowers, leave a lingering fragrance in your hand.
You taught me.
Increase people's smiles and make their hearts happy.
today
I want to put the most beautiful flowers.
today
I want to put the sweetest smile
give you
My dearest school
A monument that will always stand in my heart.
Pass by, pass by, miss,
So we thought we had grown up.
Finally, you can also smile in tears or pain or disappointment.
Hold high at high tide in the morning and wrap yourself in deep blue sea water.
I don't miss it. I remember everything. You can't forget it by swearing.
All those happy and sad pasts, when I think of them, are irresistible.
When playing the guitar, make public the convulsive body, and when talking on the phone, hold high the gentle voice. Everything is so clear.
These two people are always missing.
Even if the long youth is over, it is still memorable.
Two people holding hands in the bleak time, two people walking together in the back, two words can hide the panic, two years later can forget the place.
It's just that no matter how fresh the memory is, youth still flies away with white wings.
It doesn't care what we pray for.
Time runs counter to it, and we can only catch the fragments of the past, with lonely aftertaste in the morning when spring flowers are in full bloom, in the afternoon when summer rains roar, in the evening when autumn wind whimpers, and in the middle of the night when winter snow floats.