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Anonymous users2024-02-11The 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.
I copied these two receipts.,What is the landlord's second question (2) doing.。
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Anonymous users2024-02-10I'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 very spirited, and you said something earth-shattering.
When I grew up, I became you, and I realized that what was flying in that classroom was hope, and it was always you who kept the nest.
When I grew up, I became you, and I realized that what was written on that blackboard was truth, and what was erased was utilitarian.
When I was a kid I thought you were mysterious and made all the puzzles fun.
When I was a kid I thought you were strong, and you always liked to lift us up high.
When I grew up, I became you, and I realized that the chalk drew a rainbow and shed teardrops.
When I grew up, I became you, and I realized that the podium was lifted by others, and it was I who was dedicated.
When I grow up, I will be you, I will be you, I will be you.
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Anonymous users2024-02-09Ode to the Teacher" Others take from life.
You can only get floral scents.
Yours is the morning sun.
Your silver is fifteen moons.
But you're still whistling happily.
Your pride is the fragrance of peach and plum.
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Anonymous users2024-02-08I'll be you when I grow up.
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Anonymous users2024-02-07There are too many to say.
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Anonymous users2024-02-06(Psalm) "In Praise of 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.
Ode to the Teacher" Others take from life.
You can only get floral scents.
Yours is the morning sun.
Your silver is fifteen moons.
But you're still whistling happily.
Your pride is the fragrance of peach and plum.
Lyrics) "Song of Buds", "Teacher's Waltz", "Teacher, Hello", "Campus Spring and Autumn", "Teacher's Praise", "Mother in the Candlelight", "The Same Song", "What a Big Tree", "Ode to the Teacher", "Flying Petals".
It's dawn", "Understand You", "We are the glorious people's teachers".
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Anonymous users2024-02-05I'll be you when I grow up.
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Anonymous users2024-02-04Praise to the teacher Psalm 1:
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.
Praise Teacher Psalm II:
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!
Praise to the teacher Psalm III:
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. Song: "Whenever I Walk by the Teacher's Window"; "I Love Milan"; I'll be you when I grow up.
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Anonymous users2024-02-03Gratitude is a great subject to praise both teachers and parents.
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Anonymous users2024-02-02The teacher took precautions four times, and several autumn rains washed away 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.
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Anonymous users2024-02-01In front of the teacher's window, there is a Milan tree, and the small yellow flowers are hidden among the green leaves.
It does not bloom for the sake of spring, but silently sprinkles the fragrance all over people's hearts.
Ah Milan, Ah Milan like our beloved teacher, like our beloved teacher, I love my teacher as much as I love Milan.
In front of the teacher's window, there is a Milan tree, a small yellow flower, simple and bright.
It does not blossom for the sake of praise, but quietly decorates the motherland with youth.
Ah Milan, ah Milan like our beloved teacher, like our beloved teacher, I love my teacher as much as I love Milan like our beloved teacher.
Like our beloved teachers.
I love my teacher as much as I love Milan.
I'll be you when I grow up".
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