A good Thanksgiving song for Teachers' Day
1, the song of bud
The sun is shining, the spring breeze is blowing, and the earth is green.
Today's seedlings, the shadow of the future, peaches and plums sprout from themselves.
Hard work looks forward to a bumper harvest, and careful work looks forward to fruitful results.
The harvest is for you. The motherland will be more beautiful in the future.
The harvest is for you. The motherland will be more beautiful in the future.
2. "I will be you when I grow up"
I thought you were beautiful when I was a child.
Flying around with a flock of birds.
When I was a child, I thought you were very proud.
Say an earth-shattering word.
I will be you when I grow up.
I don't know that classroom.
I hope you can always keep this nest.
I will be you when I grow up.
I don't know that blackboard.
What is written down is truth, but what is erased is utility.
3. The teacher's waltz
This is a fragrant soil.
Happy sunshine is everywhere.
Ah, the flowers are fragrant and the seedlings are strong.
We watered it like hell.
Students grow up happily
Cultivate new people and work hard.
Aibo Tao Xin Li Xiang
The lofty duty inspires us to write a new chapter.
Ah, beautiful campus, lovely campus.
I love you deeply.
You love me deeply.
Let's go to tomorrow's glory together.
Let's go to tomorrow's glory together.
The glory of tomorrow
This is an ocean of knowledge.
Hopeful reverie is everywhere.
Ah, the colored pens are flying and the books are loud.
We set sail.
Students ride the wind and waves
Pay attention to scientific research and strive for perfection.
Strict self-discipline and image building.
The lofty duty inspires us to write a new chapter.
Ah, beautiful campus, lovely campus.
I love you deeply.
You love me deeply.
We are heading for tomorrow's glory.
-Towards the glory of tomorrow
The glory of tomorrow
4. "Hello, teacher"
Teachers are the beacon of learning the sea.
The students are sailing.
You sail around the world.
Laugh at the upstream and downstream
Parity three-foot platform
Burn the passion of a lifetime
Light up students' wisdom and bright eyes
Ah! Hello teacher, hello teacher.
Not enough shouting
Hello teacher, hello teacher.
You are the warmest person in the world.
Alma mater is the cradle of talents.
The teacher is the hand that weaves the cradle.
You have woven a bright future.
Let peaches and plums bloom all over China.
Three-foot platform, clear wind and two sleeves
Burn the passion of a lifetime
Create a bright future for students
Ah! Hello teacher, hello teacher.
Not enough shouting
Hello teacher, hello teacher.
You are the most romantic.
Hello teacher, hello teacher.
Not enough shouting
Hello teacher, hello teacher.
You are the most romantic.
Hello teacher, hello teacher.
You are the most romantic.
Praise the teacher's teacher's day song.
Every time I walk past the teacher's window, hello, teacher. What a big tree.
I have you all my life, blessing, dream catcher, birch forest, and life is like summer flowers.
Special love for special you, time story, sign language, see you every day.
What a big tree, dedication of love, warmth, Gap and Milan.
Mother by candlelight, middle school, no regrets in youth, singing and smiling.
May you be safe, may the teacher praise you, may you encourage you, and may the green leaves love the roots.
I love Milan, teacher's words, whenever I walk past the teacher's window.
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Bud song, when I grow up, I want to be you and make your sky the most beautiful.
I need your love, Miss Li, and care about your parents, at least you.
Teachers' Day praises teachers' poems.
Teacher, everyone says that you are cultivating the pillars of the motherland;
I want to say that you are the pillars of the motherland.
You have propped up the backbone of our generation!
You are like a red candle, giving all the heat and light to the younger generation!
Your character and spirit can be summed up in two words.
Burning! Keep burning!
Ah, with you, the garden is so gorgeous and the earth is full of spring!
Teacher, please open the window and have a look. All this love and this garden full of peaches and plums are paying tribute to you!
Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how can so many beautiful flowers of the soul bloom?
Teacher, the engineer of human soul, who is not praising you!
Teacher, you are a cultivator and a sower of beauty.
It's you, shining with beautiful sunshine and nourishing beautiful rain and dew.
Our hearts are full of green grass and flowers!
Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then students are the sand in the clam;
You lick it, grind it, soak it and wash it with love.
Over the years, grains of sand have become pearls and glistened.
You are like a candle, thin as it is, but with a little heat and light, it illuminates others and exhausts yourself.
This selfless dedication is unforgettable.
Your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze and as sweet as a clear spring.
Your love is more severe than father's love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than friendship.
Your teacher's love is the greatest and cleanest in the world!
If we are a ship, then the teacher is a sail, leading us forward in the ocean of knowledge; If we want to embark on a journey, teachers are like candles in our hands, illuminating the bumpy road in our study. You let us open the window of our hearts, you gave us spiritual support, you sent us on the road of learning and gave us endless encouragement. Teacher, we will always remember you.
Teacher, you are a cultivator and a sower of beauty. It is you who shine the beautiful sunshine, moisten the beautiful rain and dew, make our hearts green and full of flowers! You are busy with the blooming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, silently hanging the shade of leaves! Ah, teacher, your spirit, always remember my heart!
You gave us a ruler of life, let us measure it every day; You gave us a mirror of exemplary behavior, and let us learn everywhere.
You are a bridge, connecting the cut mountains for us and leading us to the peak of harvest; You are a green vine, tough and slender, which guides us to collect Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng at the top of the cliff. When Miao Er needs a glass of water, never send a bucket of water. And when you need a bucket of water, never give a glass of water. Giving in due time is a skill of a good gardener. My teacher, this is your art of education. Regardless of the cold inkstone in Qin Xin, peaches are ripe and dripping, but plums are ripe and incompetent. It is easy to grow flowers, but difficult to educate people. The valley is very fragrant, poems are full of people, paintings are full of people, and talented people smile.
Teacher, you use the noblest feelings of human beings-love, sowing spring, sowing ideals, sowing strength, sowing with words, cultivating with colored pens, watering with sweat and nourishing with painstaking efforts. This is the noble work of our beloved teacher.
You work in the present, but you are building the future of the motherland; You teach in class, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland. Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then students are the sand in the clam; You lick it with love, grind it, soak it and wash it for many years, and the sand turns into pearls and shines.
There are countless proud and happy memories in your teaching career, but you keep them in your heart, just staring at a garden to be explored.
If I were a poet, I would write poems with enthusiasm and praise the vastness and profundity of the sea. And dedicated to you-my broad-minded and knowledgeable teacher.
Teachers are kindling, igniting the fire in students' hearts; Teachers are stone steps, carrying students to climb steadily step by step.
You are like a candle, thin as it is, but with a little heat and light, it illuminates others and exhausts yourself. This selfless dedication is unforgettable. The language of your lectures is as sweet as a tinkling mountain spring, as cordial as a gurgling stream and as exciting as a rushing river.
Spring silkworm has never said anything to brag about in her life, and the silver silk spit out is a ruler to measure the value of life. Dear teacher, you have never shown off in front of others, but the blooming peaches and plums are the highest evaluation for you.
Your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze and as sweet as a clear spring. Your love is more severe than father's love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than friendship. Your teacher's love is the greatest and cleanest in the world.
The value of fireflies is to shine on others with lights hanging from the back end; Your respect lies in always providing convenience for others.
Who scattered the rain and dew all over the earth? Who feeds the seedlings hard? It's you, teacher, you are a great gardener! Look at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one is not as hard as you, and which one is not as smiling as you!
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