We tiptoed into the quiet yard. We planted a lilac in front of the teacher's window.
Teacher, teacher, let its green branches and leaves extend into your window and accompany you every night.
Teacher-Green leaves rustle in the wind. That's why we sing to you to help you get rid of the fatigue of the day.
Teacher-flowers full of trees, that is our smiling face, thank you for hanging around us all the time.
It's late at night, and the stars are so sleepy that they blink. Teacher, have a rest and let the flowers float into your dreams. That dream must be sweet and fragrant.
Teacher, I want to praise you.
I met you for the first time.
I was moved by your unique kindness.
You comfort me lonely with warm shoulders.
Your gentle words and calm face
Depicting the true image of loving mother.
Like a golden sunflower
Scatter full sunflower seeds into the blue sky.
That seed is like a jade plate.
Like a beautiful fairy
Go deep into our hearts
Germinate, blossom and bear fruit ......
Like Raphael's Madonna.
Embrace a genius
Have the whole world.
Just like we have you.
Teacher, I want to hug you.
Even if you are a button in your arms.
Teacher, I want to praise you.
You wake me up with the song of flowers.
You call me with flying wings:
"Son, get up, you have to be strong!"
teacher
Please allow me to put on a feather dragon suit for you.
In this long winter
Let me sing a song for you.
A wordless song of gratitude
Ode to the gardener
The boatman at the ferry put me on a ferry.
The students embarked on a journey.
Teachers are like spring breeze and rain,
Opened a treasure house of knowledge for me.
The bud of the flower was taken away,
Unforgettable time seedlings unearthed.
The teacher is the gardener of the garden.
Dedication is not profit.
The gardener's sweat watered my ideal,
Draw a blueprint for us over time.
There is your greatness in the ordinary,
Work hard and be a philosophical groom.
You carefully carved a beautiful heart,
The true feelings drawn by chalk stand out.
Poetic life is wonderful,
How can you forget the road paved by your tutors?
Without your selfless dedication,
Can the wisdom of civilization replace the stupid beginning of life?
The world of hope echoes the melody of youth,
The growth of students is the notes of employees.
We are the pillars of the motherland's future,
Your teaching gave us addition, subtraction, multiplication and division.
Now that your temples are frosted,
Still like an old horse with a hoe!
The kindness of the teacher is unforgettable, and there are thousands of peaches and plums in the world. I worked hard to cultivate plums and taught them in my heart.
The snow in Chengmen has spread from ancient times to modern times, and Shi Xunming's heart is as heavy as a mountain. When the days are good, they are happy to sing drums and have fun, and their families have not forgotten the difficulties on campus.
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, shining with beautiful sunshine, nourishing beautiful rain and dew, making 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!