spring
Sowing season.
Hard-working gardeners sow seeds,
In this season of revival, farming has begun again.
Flowers,
A busy place.
Hard-working bees with small lead pipes,
Picking flowers and making honey on this warm and fulfilling day.
Mulberry leaves,
A small stage.
White silkworm finishing silk thread,
Quietly sew a cotton-padded jacket in this humble place.
All this, all this, is you, the great teacher. You are a red candle, illuminating me and guiding me in the dark. The candle oil dripping from the candle body is your tears of excitement and joy. It's Teacher's Day again. Teacher, have a rest. In this short day, temporarily put out the warm flame on your head.
I want to tell you that you have worked hard!
Chapter 2: Praise the teacher for reciting poems on Teachers' Day.
Three-foot platform,
Is the world where you display your talents;
New teaching methods,
Use the magic of turning stone into gold.
Sweating, working hard,
For the early maturity of today's seedlings;
Pour your heart into the water,
Let the flowers of the motherland be more beautiful.
Late at night, you correct your homework,
Accompanied by your lover's snoring;
Dawn, you write a lesson plan,
What soothes you is the child's dream.
You are the sunrise reflecting the red east.
Hold up hope and the rising sun at first;
You are a shining red candle,
Illuminate others and burn yourself.
Chapter 3: Praise the teacher for reciting poems on Teachers' Day.
How many years of seasonal cycles, how many spring, summer, autumn and winter,
You are a red candle burning bright life,
How much blood and sweat, not seeking fame and history.
You spread the fire of wisdom with true feelings.
Just like the spring silkworm gave her lifelong loyalty,
Just like Dong Mei singing the song of early spring.
How many sleepless nights, how many times the lights are on,
In the long night, there is a figure at your desk.
Add China hair to the hair, and the three-foot platform laughs.
You shorten the distance between heart and heart with love.
You are the sunshine that melts the cold ice and snow,
You are the guide to lead people out of the maze of science.
Ah! Glorious teachers and hardworking gardeners!
The fragrance of peaches and plums is your joy, silently dedicating your selfless heart.
Ah! Glorious teachers and hardworking gardeners!
The fragrance of peaches and plums is your joy, silently dedicating your selfless heart.
Chapter Four: Praise the teacher for reciting poems on Teachers' Day.
In September,
Golden September,
Sunny September,
In this poetic season,
Ushered in a sacred day,
September 10 teacher's day.
In this beautiful festival,
I have beautiful flowers in my hand,
Dedicated to you.
Dear teacher:
How many sleepless nights,
How many times has the light been turned on,
How many cycles does the sun and the moon have?
How many spring, summer, autumn and winter,
A few strands of white hair,
It is the frost of the years you have passed;
Wrinkles,
It is an immortal chapter in your spectrum;
Strive to cultivate talents,
It is your selfless dedication;
The world is full of peaches and plums,
Is your persistent ideal.
Chapter 5: Praise the teacher for reciting poems on Teachers' Day.
Although, now some scholars say:
"You can't compare a teacher to a candle.
Don't say that teachers are the most glorious profession in the world. "
However, we believe that,
Teacher, you are the first person to hold up the sun.
Every morning,
You ring the bell to get up,
Wait for us at the door of the classroom.
Teacher, you were the last person to send away the night before.
Aside from the hard work of teaching during the day,
I have to drag my tired body to prepare lessons at night.
Correcting every assignment carefully.
When you send away groups of students,
Your shiny black hair,
Turn gray.
Your rosy face is like an apple,
Climbed a series of wrinkles.
You have taught scientists, soldiers and doctors. ...
The motherland is an expert in the construction of all walks of life
You're proud of it,
You will never be satisfied.