Ask for a poetry recitation about education 5

A green pine rises on the cliff face.

The breeze does not blow down.

It can't blow down the mighty pine.

Blowing to the edge of the plain.

The cliff listened.

Your call to life.

Listen to your dedication to life.

I can't forget it, I can't let it go.

The noise in the woods.

The lightness of the creek.

Tell you to remember him.

The figure of the rain in the shape of the wind.

Lonely standing and watching.

Don't bend over the edge of the cliff.

He has always stood in the valley of death without fear of his feet.

Spread their wings.

Tell people. You want to fly.

Tell the world. Life is precious.

If only life could start again.

My elders, my friends.

Sail to meet the sails of life.

Towards the sun's dwelling.

Find the wonder of life.

Don't leave too much sadness behind.

Don't let the living grieve for you anymore.

If only life could start anew.

My dear friends.

Please keep your eyes on the goal and move forward bravely.

The scenery on the way is charming.

Why should we covet a momentary temperament?

Can alcohol and tobacco be equivalent to life?

If only life could be restarted.

My uncle at heart

Please tell your living loved ones.

Tell them about the depths of the sun.

The sky is still clear.

Soothe them and stop crying for you.

Warn them—

The smell of wine freezes your steps.

Alcohol stops your breathing.

If life allows for a new beginning.

Will you still dedicate your life to wine?

We need to cherish this precious life even more.

Walk in sync with the sunset.

Let's set off for a new beginning.

Cherish life. Life is so precious, it makes you want to live.

Life is so emaciated that you jump off a building and self-destruct.

Life is full of tribulations, and tribulations are books that make you catch up!

Life is fate, so that you live and die together.

Ah, friend, don't despise life, throw it away and never get it back.

Ah, friend, cherish life, you are the only one in the universe!

Life is so fragile that it is produced in love a hundred times over.

If you throw away casually, love your life for pain and sorrow!

Friends, friends, happy every day, life shines brightly every time.

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.

Poem 1: Spring Youth.

Who threw down a silver bell laughter.

3 poems suitable for teachers to read.

So familiar, so sweet.

Who bites the ear and whispers the warbler.

So beautiful, so crisp.

It was as if I heard her say.

Dear teenage friend, I'm coming.

Guess who I am?

Haha, I heard it, I saw it, don't hide anymore, Sister Chun.

I had already guessed that it must be you.

You sweet naughty man.

Last year, you told me to come back, and you said that you would come back soon this year.

I waited anxiously, and kept opening the window of my heart.

Angel of love - Sister Spring, you are so generous, so noble, **with your shadow,** sow a piece of spring brightness.

You come to the frozen creek, <>