Ask for a small poem to be recited by a person at the Teacher s Day theme class meeting

It doesn't matter

Explains that the apples are quite green.

Low pesticide content

The human body still has a certain immunity!

Regardless of hard work, it is easy to plant flowers and difficult to grow people.

The crane hair and silver threads reflect the sun and the moon, and Dan's heart is full of blood and fertile new flowers.

— Teacher, great work.

Who is it that brings the ignorant into the spacious classrooms and teaches us a wealth of knowledge?

It's you! Teacher!

With your hard sweat, you have nurtured the young seedlings that have just broken through the soil in spring.

Who is it - put the naughty us.

Educate people who are considerate and helpful to others?

It's you! Teacher!

Your care is like a warm spring breeze.

It warms our hearts.

Who is it - put the young us.

Cultivating into a mature and sensible teenager?

It's you! Teacher!

Your protection keeps us healthy.

It bears fruit in the golden autumn season.

You've done a great job! Teacher!

People who work hard in the sweltering heat and cold.

You've done a great job! Teacher!

People who dedicate their youth to nothing.

We salute you very much!

You've done a great job, teacher!

I can only help the teacher here.

Teacher, you are like the drizzle in spring, moistening the flowers and irrigating the earth, and we are sucking the drizzle and growing.

Teacher, you are like a breeze in autumn, blowing the yellow earth, calling for gold, and we have obtained the fruits of a bumper harvest.

Teacher, you have lit the brightest light for me on the dark path of my life;

Teacher - on my misty road of life, you are my guide;

Teacher - In my stumbling life, it was you who showed me the way forward;

Teacher, you have given me a pair of powerful wings to swim in the world of knowledge.

Bless you, teacher.

Dedicated to Teacher's Day.

You are a seed.

Wherever it is sown, it takes root.

Regardless of the conditions, regardless of the treatment.

What is sown is hard work and sweat.

The harvest is the blossoming of wisdom.

You are a spark.

Ignite the desire of the mountain people to change their fate.

Between the fingers of the mountain wind.

Transplant light into the hearts of children.

You have a beginning and an end, you are a shoulder.

A shoulder that is willing to be a ladder for people.

At the feet of the students to climb the peak of life.

Teach them not to bow to difficulties.

Always up You are a symbol.

A symbol of the messenger of civilization.

Leading groups of red scarves.

Towards the ideal of tomorrow.

It is your vocation to educate people.

Enterprising is your attitude.

Dedication is your spirit.

I can't count how many times I have been working day and night.

I can't remember how many sleepless nights.

Your figure is reflected in front of the window.

It constitutes the most beautiful scenery in the night.

Obscurity and selfless dedication.

Tireless and dead.

This is the essence of your spirit.

The spring silkworm is dead to the end.

The wax torch turned to ashes and tears began to dry.

That's how your life will be.

We know that in a materialistic world.

You are poor.

But in the conscience of the people.

You are always great.

You've spent your whole life working on it.

Cultivating the flowers of tomorrow for the motherland.

Your spirit is much richer than any material thing.

When the young eagle spreads its wings.

When the spark burns the prairie fire.

The smile brightens your wishes.

In such a solemn and far-reaching festival.

On the occasion of your 21st National Anniversary.

Let us turn poetry and song into blessings.

Piggyback on our deep wishes.

May you be happy and healthy.

The fragrance of peach and plum.

I had a dream when I was a child.

When I grow up. I want to be you.

Teacher! Like you.

In the dark night, he prepared for our classes and corrected our homework.

Until his eyes are bloodshot.

Still worrying about the topics we did wrong.

Like you. Watering the sun of tomorrow with knowledge.

In the raised chalk ash.

tells a good story in the literary world.

Like you. Pour passion and hope into all students.

Words and deeds let us understand.

Everyone just has to work hard.

can become a scorching star.

I don't want to be a star.

Teacher! Until now.

I still want to be you.

Take the baton from your hand.

With gratitude.

I want to make the next generation of students.

See what the future will look like.