Teacher’s hymn and poetry recitation

Teacher Likes

What does the teacher look like?

Teachers are like red candles,

lighting up the journey of knowledge.

What does the teacher look like?

Teachers are like spring rain,

sprinkling bits and pieces of knowledge into our hearts.

What does the teacher look like?

Teachers are like gardeners,

nurturing our young children into adults who understand knowledge.

What does the teacher look like?

The teacher is like a golden key,

leading us who are ignorant into the treasure house of knowledge.

What does the teacher look like?

Teachers are like our mothers,

accompanying us every day and telling us some rich and colorful knowledge.

It is the teachers who have given us so much knowledge.

Here I would like to wish all the teachers to stay young and beautiful forever.

Teacher praises

Every morning

Welcoming the morning glow

Walking into my friendly classroom

There are A pure and childlike heart

And eyes eager for knowledge

Every morning

Facing the rising sun

Walking into my beloved classroom

That is the stage where I fly

It is also the place where my dream begins

In the small classroom

The sound of books floats out< /p>

Like spring water

Flowing in a stream

In the small classroom

Words of care float out

< p>Like the patter of spring rain

Moisturizing in the young heart

I would like to use three inches of chalk

to turn it into a magical painting stick

For every growing dream

Click out the ideal window

I am willing to guard the three-foot podium

Be a beacon of loyalty

For every floating boat

Navigating in the ocean of life

No matter how many degrees of cold and heat we have gone through

No matter how many winds and frosts we have experienced

Let the chalk dye the temples white

Let the wrinkles creep up on the once youthful face

There is no dazzling glory

There is no dazzling glory< /p>

All I can do

is just to use my ordinary years

to bring more people the hope of success

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In the near future

The fragile seedlings will grow into pillars

I will be happy about it

I will be happy about it

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Proud of it

It’s me

Bringing the fragrance of peaches and plums to the spring of the motherland