Grateful teacher's beautiful prose poem 1: Grateful teacher Author: crimson and light red
teacher
Voice of Setenbura
Blow autumn chrysanthemum yellow
Blow osmanthus.
It will also blow the white hair on your temples.
In the fleeting light and shadow.
I seem to be back in your class.
Your hands are covered with chalk dust.
Lead us into one after another
Colorful world
Your kind words
Soothe our once restless hearts.
Your encouraging eyes
Accompany us through those unforgettable lush years.
it's you
In the soil of our hearts
Sow the seeds of truth, goodness and beauty
it's you
Holding the lamp of knowledge
Light up our life path.
I know
Three-foot platform
It is your favorite place.
Solve doubts and teach.
Is your most persistent pursuit
There are students everywhere; There are students all over the country [the world].
This is your lifelong wish.
There is a saying.
The ends of the earth are everywhere.
Only the teacher's kindness is infinite.
In this beautiful September
In your festival.
Let me express my gratitude in words.
Dedicated to my forever teacher
Gratitude to the teacher's beautiful prose Psalm 2: What is a teacher? Author: I also dream of being green.
Teachers are a group of miners.
Our hearts
It's their construction site
Our faith
Stand away from them.
Don't call them poor.
They own spiritual multinational companies.
No one can estimate the total assets.
Teachers are ever-burning lamps.
Hanging on our foreheads
A long tunnel of historical perspective
Explore every corner of reality
Imagine centuries of glory.
Don't say they are lofty.
They have a bright think tank.
No one can calculate the total energy.
Teachers are rubbish.
There are roots to stay.
We just crossed the ocean.
Always thinking about it
Black eyes on the yellow earth
Don't say they are light.
They contracted all the hope projects.
Where is there no luxury manor?
Grateful teacher's beautiful prose Psalm 3: Praise to the teacher Author: comfortable wind
late night
The lively county town gradually quieted down.
The earth fell into silence.
Whose home is this?
The light is still on.
A familiar figure fell to the edge of the case.
Sometimes it's hard to write.
Sometimes think hard.
Sometimes you look dignified.
Sometimes joy comes to my face.
who is she
For who?
For who?
Happy for who?
Worried about who?
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She is our beloved teacher Zhang.
Do you know that?/You know what?
Mr. Zhang/Miss Zhang
In our hearts
You are like a gardener.
More like our mother.
You use your hard hands
Cut off our long branches.
You use broad shoulders.
Hold up a blue sky for us
You insist silently.
Pave the way for our success.
You use burning youth
Lead us into the hall of acquiring higher knowledge.
Your efforts
We can see
Your teaching
We can remember
Your hard work
We can feel it more
Dear teacher Zhang.
On the occasion of Teachers' Day.
Please allow me to say
I appreciate your hard work.
I used to be naughty
Then I won't listen to you
I used to be rebellious
Let you worry so much
You use
Your tolerance
Your thoughtfulness
Your sincerity
Your love
On the road of our growth
Full of sunshine
Covered with flowers
one day
We will grow up.
one day
These seedlings will grow into towering trees.
On our way forward
Including you
How much sweat
How much effort
How much work is there?
How much expectation?
I really can't tell.
Words are endless.
A thousand words are summed up in one sentence.
Mr. Zhang/Miss Zhang
Thank you very much.
Grateful teacher's beautiful prose poem 4: Remembering the teacher Author: Guo Bin
teacher
You are the duanyanghua in my yard.
Shake it, shake it
Shake it into a fairy tale in my heart
teacher
You are a firefly flying in front of my eyes.
Catch it! Catch it!
I grew up in your fluorescence.
teacher
You are Duke Zhou's butterfly dream.
Read, read.
I have gray hair before I wake up from my dream.
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