Ask for a poem about singing praises to the teacher for recitation

Smell a lot of "Red Candle".

Red Candle" Smell a lot.

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

Li Shangyin: Red candle!

Such a red candle!

O poet, spit out your heart and compare it, but the color of the general?

Red candles! Who made the wax that gave you the body?

Who lit the fire – the soul?

Why do we need to burn the wax to ashes before it is released?

Mistake after mistake; Contradiction! Conflict!

Red candles! Yes, yes!

I was going to "burn" your light

This is exactly the natural way.

Red candles! Once it has been made, it will be burned!

Burn it! Burn it!

Burn the dreams of the world, boil the blood of the world-

Save their souls and break down their prisons!

Red candles! The time when your heart is burning is the day when tears begin.

Red candles! The craftsmen made you to burn you.

If it is already burning, why bother to weep sadly?

Oh! I know!

It is the remnant wind that invades your light, and when you burn unsteadily, you are so anxious that you cry!

Red candles! Let's go! How can you not flow?

Please let your balm flow to the world without ceasing, and cultivate the flowers of comfort and bear the fruit of happiness!

Red candles! You shed a tear and are distracted.

Discourage and weep your fruits, and create light for your causes.

Red candles! Don't ask about the harvest, but ask about the hard work. ”

Degao Hongru is erudite and respects heroes and heroes.

The time and place are favorable, and the pen is like a magic, which is amazing.

Come to think of it, there are really many people I need to be grateful for, including family, classmates, and ...... lifeBut the first thing that came to my mind was her, the teacher, the teacher. Let me join you in learning about the teacher's poems.

Poetry Recitation Manuscript 1: "The Ageless Red Face".The red face brushed the horizon of youth, and no one noticed that time was flowing quietly.

The gray hair is old and can show the face of the passing of time, let the years tear mercilessly, your heart is as hot as ever, as always.

You work hard to accomplish your mission, your mission, and shine a light on us with your life.

Teacher, you have worked hard, you have dedicated your best youth to your career, and you have dedicated your most precious time to your students.

Even if we hold a thorn in our hands, at this moment, we just want to shout, teacher, you have worked hard.

Poetry Recitation Manuscript 2: "Because of You, We Are Better".

Teacher, if I am a boat, you are the sea, how can I sail without you?

Teacher, if I am a spring, you are a mountain, and without you, how can I gurgle and flow?

Teacher, if I am a seedling, you are the rain, how can I thrive without you?

It is precisely because of your hard work that we will be even better.

Teacher, you have worked hard.

Poetry Recitation Part 3: "The Highest Respect to You".

Teacher, it's hard 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 work, you have nurtured the young seedlings that have just broken and leaked 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.

Nurtured 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!

Poetry recitation manuscript Brother Mountain Chapter 4: "The Diligent Teacher".Teacher, you have worked hard, and the seeds that were unintentionally planted germinated in a bright spring.

You may be one of the many living beings, ordinary as a small pebble under your feet, but you have the warm intestines and liver gallbladder that have turned to ashes.

There is no stage decorated with flowers and colored silk, only the uncomplaining dedication of Aoxue.

Teacher, you have worked hard, when the sun of yesterday is no longer the same as today, you will wake up like a dream and life will not be smooth sailing.

You're right, we can't afford to squander our proud youth.

Your heart is a valley of flowers, and I approach the harvest season to find my soul that has fallen into the mire.

The teacher is the coolest mountain spring in the mountains, watering us little saplings with fragrant nectar juice. How many recited poems do you know in praise of your teacher? Below I have compiled a few recitation poems in praise of the teacher for you, I hope it will be helpful to you.

My childhood teacher was a young man.

It is very demanding and strict with students.

Even if it's a one-time stage version.

It is also necessary to write a handful of neatly and neatly.

When there is progress in learning.

He will praise and affirm in time.

Until now some touching scenes.

It's still fresh in my memory.

It's just that the teacher left soon after.

He is a devolved educated youth in the city.

Due to outstanding performance.

After only two years of teaching, he returned to the city.

Whenever Teacher's Day comes.

I think of this teacher.

I trembled at his strictness.

and feel kind for his love.

Who said that teachers are not tired?

Two long holidays a year and weekends, is it perfect to move your mouth?

During the winter and summer vacations, I am afraid that the flowers will be cold and hot, and I have to accompany my wife on the weekend with the students for five days, do you say that the teacher is tired or not?

Day and night to stand firm in the footing of forty-five points, whimsical ideas are not only to be worthy of the heart, to guide the maze and hope that the disciples will fly away.

A group of people flew far away, and the teachers had to stay in place, bothering Baal to publish a book to engage in patent projects, which is a lecture, don't leave the team?

It is a responsibility to manage well, and if you manage it in the wrong way, you have to beware of parents squirting indiscriminately, not to mention the job title, and you think you are unlucky.

Family affairs are stalled, and I am thinking about state affairs, I can't find an exit, my heart is full of knots, how can I break my eyes in the face of innocence?

Laugh at yourself, laugh at life, you say at will, say that the sky and the earth are broken, we are silent, just like an orchid spitting ears.

The language of the teacher.

It's a piece of soft gauze.

Words that fall into the dust.

Wipe it down.

It became a sparkling pearl.

The language of the teacher.

It's a magic wand.

Paragraphs of old, yellowed articles.

By its pointing.

It exudes a refreshing fragrance.

The language of the teacher.

It's a grain of blue and white alum.

A quagmire of chaos.

Dissolve through it.

It is as clear as a mountain spring with crystal clear eyes.