Poem in praise of the teacher, 40 60 lines

You have no regrets about your choice.

Pick up the chalk and walk into the classroom.

With that fiery heart.

Cultivating a primitive rich one.

Golden Land. You don't think about retreating here.

A career starts with a blank space on the blackboard.

Watch as the short stick in your hand slowly disappears.

Drifting away in endlessly.

The crumbs of love in the sky are full of love.

Dye your black hair white.

From now on your years will melt into water.

From then on thy morning and dusk will become fat.

Since then, your heart and soul have been poured in.

This piece is immature and cute.

Black Earth: You have no regrets.

Cultivating that side hard.

With joy in suffering.

You have planted your hope in that golden soil.

Then they are watered by you.

Grow into a tree – support this piece of land.

The years have not convinced you.

But you let the years bend down.

You've been standing for decades at a stand.

You have given us your precious freedom.

You have given us more precious youth.

But you didn't leave that trace of regret either.

1) Four spring breezes to prepare for the chasm, and several autumn rains to 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 warmed our hearts and minds.

Who is it - put the young us.

Cultivating into a mature and sensible teenager?

It's you! Teacher!

Your protection enlightens us to grow healthily.

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 quietly eliminated a pair of powerful wings for me to swim in the world of knowledge!

Summary. Are we going to imitate poetry?

A three-line poem for the teacher In praise of the teacher There are three lines in total.

Are we going to imitate poetry?

What kind of copy do you need to copy?

There are seven-character poems and five-character poems.

I want to use the name of Teacher Xiang Dongmei to write a homophonic poem with three sentences.

It is to write a poem with the homophony of his name in the name of Teacher Dongmei, and the small poem can only be three lines.

Xiangyang spring has come, the winter snow has melted, and the plum blossoms are smiling.

This is a five-character poem.

Written for you according to the name you provided.

This is a hidden-head poem, I want the kind of three-line poem and then it is homophonic, is there a little poem on Women's Day, thank the teacher.

Like a gardener, like a candle to understand students, understand all things without trouble, I wish you a smile and thank the teacher for your continuous dedication, and I wish the teacher a happy Women's Day!

This is also a small poem, and it is a homonym to thank the teacher.