Hazy with your rickety figure
In the classroom
Scattered with your eyes that hate iron and not produce.
In the dim candlelight
It's hard to hide your elegant silver thread.
The distance of these flashes
When we were young, we didn't learn to interpret deeply.
An unrepentant speech in front of the rostrum
Detailed notes in the exercise book
And seemingly innocent laughter on the playground.
These have branded you? Spring silkworms die? insist on
The continuation of love
You gave us the deepest expectation.
The flowers in spring have come out.
I started a complete dream for the fruit of autumn.
With the wings you gave me
We fly high.
Essay on praising teachers Part II: Teacher, you have worked hard.
Author: pleasant wind
Teacher, you have worked hard.
Dear teacher
You are like a diligent gardener.
More like our mother.
When we grow up,
You burn youth.
Silent dedication
Create a cloudless sky for us.
Gradually
We have grown up.
But wrinkles have crawled on your face.
Ruthless wind and frost have dyed your black hair white.
But how much love does an inch of grass have when it gets three spring rays?
Your efforts
It's really three days and three nights.
Your kindness to us
No matter what we do, it is hard to repay.
Teacher's Day is coming.
Dear teacher
Just let me know.
teacher
I appreciate your hard work.
Prose Poems in Praise of Teachers Part III: Songs for Teachers
You are Chunyu
Water peaches and plums.
Dye green and touch the earth.
You are a swallow
Took away the cold of winter.
Have a warm day.
You are a candle.
Burn out 365 dreams
Send away a batch and welcome a batch.
You are a rising star in Ran Ran.
Farewell to the night of ignorance
Bring back the dawn of wisdom
Essay on praising teachers: Teacher, you have worked hard.
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.
Dear teacher:
Your selfless love has sown new hope,
Your blood has ignited the fire of wisdom,
Your selfless dedication enriched my soul.
Your profound knowledge has increased my wisdom.
Teacher, you are a ladder,
Unknown,
With a strong body,
Hold our delicate feet,
Climb higher step by step;
Teacher, you are a candle,
Burning bright life,
Illuminate the way forward for us with immortal faith,
As we continue to explore.
Dear teacher:
You are like a silkworm, and you have devoted your life to loyalty.
You are like the fragrant winter plum in early spring.
Today is also a festival.
Send me a sincere blessing,
I wish you health, happiness and happiness forever!