Does anyone know which psalms or songs are dedicated to the teacher?

I'll be you when I grow up".

When I was a child, I thought you were beautiful, leading a flock of birds to fly around, and when I was a child, I thought you were amazing, and the last sentence was earth-shattering.

I'll be you when I grow up".

I learned about that classroom.

It is you who want to keep the nest.

I'll be you when I grow up".

I knew about the blackboard.

What is written is the truth, and what is erased is utilitarian.

When I was a kid I thought you were mysterious.

Make all the puzzles fun.

When I was a kid I thought you were powerful.

You always like to lift us up high.

I'll be you when I grow up".

I knew about that chalk.

It is a rainbow that is drawn, and what falls is teardrops.

I'll be you when I grow up".

Only then did I know that the podium was being held up by someone else.

It is oneself that is dedicated.

I'll be you when I grow up".

I will become you.

Poem. Praise the teacher.

I remember your powdered hands.

I remember your philanthropic teachings.

I remember your new silver hair.

Because of you, students can become talents.

Because of you, the world is so civilized.

Teacher: You are the light.

Finding a home for a disoriented child

Teacher: You are an angel.

September, dedicated to teachers.

September, as scheduled.

The world is splendid.

We sing about September because it's your eternal holiday.

We remember September because it is our sincere confession.

In September, it was a cup full of love, and we raised it high with both hands.

In a sincere blessing, please toast.

The September movement has been played, please accept our September gift, all the teachers who are working the education front.

Untitled It's hard to say goodbye when we meet, and the east wind is powerless.

The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry.

Xiaojing but the clouds and temples have changed, and the night chant should feel the cold moonlight.

There is no way to go to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent to visit.

Ode to the Teacher What is the teacher like?

The teacher is like a red candle, illuminating the path of knowledge.

What is a teacher like?

Teachers are like spring rain, sprinkling bits and pieces of knowledge in our hearts.

What is a teacher like?

The teacher is like a gardener, who cultivates the young self into a large number who knows how to know.

What is a teacher like?

The teacher is like a golden key that leads the ignorant into the treasure house of knowledge.

What is a teacher like?

Teachers are like our mothers, who accompany us every day and tell us some rich and colorful knowledge.

It is the teacher who has given us so much knowledge, and here I wish all the teachers to be young and beautiful forever.

Teacher's ode Others take from life**, you can only get the fragrance of flowers.

Your ** is the morning sun, and your silver is the fifteenth moon.

But you still whistle happily, and your pride is the fragrance of peach and plum.

I love my teacher.

The teacher is like a red candle that ignites the torch in the hearts of the students, but burns itself until the red candle turns to ashes.

The teacher is like a gardener, nurturing our flowers, but working hard until his physical strength is exhausted.

When we grow up, we must become the pillars of the country, ah! Teachers are so selfless!

Yes! Teacher, we love you!

The four spring breezes are prepared, and several autumn rains wash the gap.

Black hair accumulates frost and weaves the sun and moon, and chalk writes spring and autumn without words.

The silk spits out the spring and is not old, and the candle tears become gray and the autumn is thicker.

Three thousand peach and plum gardens are sown in spring, and fruits are full of fruit in autumn.

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 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.

The song "Whenever I Walk by the Teacher's Window".

Poem "Thank You, Teacher" A blackboard and a three-foot podium are the world where you spend your life We thrive in your world Chalk In your hands It becomes the words on the blackboard and becomes the knowledge in our minds A whip Constantly fluttering in front of you Float those principles of life into our hearts.

Thank you, Teacher" You are the morning star of the night. You are the clear sky of the day. You are the breeze under the sun.

You are the eaves in the rain. You are the sea; You are the mountains and rivers. You are the one who shapes my soul.

You are the rocket that carries the satellite. You are the compass needle of the sea. You are dedicated, you are giving.

You are our most beloved teacher.

The diligent gardener" How many years of seasonal reincarnation, how many springs, summers, autumns and winters, You are a red candle burning a bright life, Dedicate a lot of blood and sweat, do not seek to leave a name in history, You spread the fire of wisdom with true feelings. Just like the spring silkworm offering a lifetime of loyalty, it is like the winter plum singing the song of early spring. How many blind nights, how many times the lights are always bright, you have the figure of a desk in the long night, the green silk is filled with luxury, the three-foot podium is laughing, and you shorten the journey between the heart and the heart with friendship.

You are the sun melting the cold snow and ice, you are the guide who leads people out of the labyrinth of science. Yes! Glorious teachers, hardworking gardeners!

The fragrance of peach and plum is your joy, silently offering a selfless heart. Yes! Glorious teachers, hardworking gardeners!

The fragrance of peach and plum is your joy, silently offering a selfless heart.

The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry.

This should be the growth footprint in the Chinese classroom workbook.

Ay! Comprehensive learning, right, I'm also in the sixth grade! It just so happened that Unit 6 was ......