Stand on tiptoe,
Walking into the quiet yard,
We put a clove,
Plant it in the teacher's window.
Teacher, teacher,
Let its green branches and leaves,
Put your hand in your window,
Stay with you every night.
Teacher-
Green leaves rustle in the wind,
That was when we were in song for you,
Help you get rid of the fatigue of the day.
Teacher-
A tree full of flowers,
That's our smiling face,
Thank you for always supporting us.
It's late at night, and the stars are sleepy and blink.
Teacher, have a rest,
Let the flowers float into your dreams,
That dream must be sweet and fragrant.
An indispensable driving force in growth
The ladder and bridge of knowledge
A harmonious bond between teachers and students
For better or worse.
It has always existed.
If you haven't lost the color of the past
Only record with your heart.
An indispensable driving force in growth
The ladder and bridge of knowledge
A harmonious bond between teachers and students
For better or worse.
It has always existed.
If you haven't lost the color of the past
Only record with your heart.
When I first came, students tended to stay away from me. I silently wrote a poem "Communication" on the blackboard. Writing, many students whispered: "White clouds communicate with the blue sky, and the earth is beautiful;" Qingshan communicates with beautiful water and is green all over the world; Children communicate with their parents, and love and understanding are infinite; The students communicated with the teacher and wrote brilliantly on the blackboard ... "Listening to the innocent children's voices and looking at the shining eyes, I smiled and the children laughed. We have more languages, and my first fire as a class teacher became a fire.
You are close to my lake and made a spring breeze with your eyes.
Take the sickle from me and stir up autumn with your shoulders.
Goose flying from south to north, please raise a pair of wings.
Make waves with me and let the waves swell your sails.
Bright lights illuminate more than one ballad.
Another cow is in its heyday, lying happily on the bed.
Between your lines. That grassland with a long history.
A pair of hands are holding up the wings of an eagle.