Your lecture is rich and colorful. Each chapter seems to open a window in front of me and let me see a colorful new world. ...
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? Ah, teacher, engineer of human soul, who is not praising you!
Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and happiness. Teacher, you are the sower of this hope and happiness!
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 are more like a nameless root, let the young trees grow sturdily, let the branches bear rich fruits, but ask for nothing in return.
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 sow spring, ideals and strength with the noblest feelings of human beings. ...
Sowing with language, cultivating with colored pens, watering with sweat and nourishing with painstaking efforts are 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, grind it, soak it, and wash it with love ... Over the years, 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!
The golden wind sends laughter, and the sweet-scented osmanthus floats.
Today's teacher's holiday is coming again.
Teachers have worked hard for our growth.
We will never forget the teacher's love for us.
Hello, teacher!
People compare teachers to red candles, which illuminate others and burn themselves.
People compare teachers to gardeners and cultivate peaches and plums all over the world.
Teachers are the noblest career in the world.
The teacher gave us ideal sunshine and wisdom sunshine.
The teacher guided us to the path of sunny life.
Teachers expect us to be the sun in the new century.
The teacher's words moisten my heart like spring rain.
The teacher watered our growth with the rain of knowledge.
Gentle spring rain is the teacher's love for us.
The teacher's words and deeds are like spring rain.
The teacher is willing to be a green leaf and hold us up as red flowers.
The teacher is a green leaf, willing to contribute silently.
The green leaves symbolize that teachers are always young.
When we bloom like flowers, we will never forget the kindness of green leaves.
Teachers are like trees, with blue sky overhead and feet on the earth, silently benefiting the society.
Teachers are big trees, bringing spring scenery to the world.
The teacher sowed the seeds of hope and cultivated us into a forest.
Young trees grow into pillars, never forgetting the gardener's cultivation.
Yes, teachers' enthusiasm is like the sun, and teachers' teaching is like spring rain.
Teachers' style is like green leaves, teachers' occupation is like a tree, and our teachers are good.
Ode to Teachers' Soul —— Dedicated to Teachers' Day
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You work hard on campus. You have planted your heart, looking forward to it year after year, watching your poems grow from the campus and be recited in people's mouths.
Oh, teacher, there is your pride and glory on campus. There are too many harvest seasons under your painstaking watering. You faithfully guard this garden, just like watching your sunshine shine on your face. This is a bright hope.
The fire of faith burns ignorance and ignorance on campus. Time has proved that your practice is sacred. You have spring, sunshine and flowers; In the eternal song, become a fruit!
You are crystal clear, a sculptor and master of the human soul; You sincerely and selflessly dedicate your youth silently, and you are willing to be a drop of water that moistens the foundation of towering trees on the rostrum; You are fearless, but after hardships, you are still tenacious and strive for the rejuvenation of the entire Chinese nation; You are determined to forge ahead, stand at the forefront of the times and call for a better future. ...
All this has merged into the most vigorous, beautiful, magnificent and beautiful movement. Because in a country with a history of 5,000 years of civilization, in a sunny land of 9.6 million square kilometers, playing on 65.438+0.3 billion heartstrings, how can we not be impassioned, forceful, ups and downs, colorful and dazzling? ...
Oh, I praise you, the teacher who cultivates the flowers of the motherland diligently!
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Teachers in mountain villages stand by and watch the mountains, with majestic bones as tall as pine trees and noble souls as bright as sunset.
Walk out of the tireless figure from candlelight and hold up a green shade of knowledge in the sun; Groups of brilliant words waded through mountains and rivers, penetrated the hard blackboard, walked through dying tables and chairs, dilapidated classrooms, and captured the barren and ignorant fortress in a large area.
Wearing the eyes of the villagers in the mountain village is like a ray of sunshine, and a flame of sincere love burns in my heart like a mountain flower.
Whenever the bell rings, the plough of language will cross the hard heart and cultivate a green dream in the sound of reading.
At the bottom of pure eyes, there are dozens of immature childlike hearts, and the soft waves reflect the wings of young eagles.
Face poverty, look at ignorance, and follow the mountain. Oh, Mr. Yamamura, you have deeply folded poverty and ignorance in your textbooks, and stepped onto the highland of your heart in poverty.
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There is sunshine and rain here, and there is a figure of silent cultivation.
Ah, teacher, you have fixed the image of the cow, and it will last for dozens of spring and autumn when you exert yourself. Even if the sideburns are gray, the maple leaves in the old autumn are the reddest. So, you learn the spirit of spring silkworm and let the motherland be covered with beautiful brocade. Your heart is selfless and broad.
You know best the weight of "being a teacher". Poverty and loneliness, flowers and praise are greeted indifferently, and they are open-minded, like an endless Yuan Ye. The fragrance in Taoyuan is the most pleasant, and the gardener's heart flower is more beautiful. Lower your head, the cultivated soil is clear and fragrant; Stand up, the bright red sun is smiling.
"Silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and candles will drain the wick every night." Oh, this is the eternal gardener's soul!
The first part: a clean hand of chalk, a three-foot platform, four seasons of rain and sunshine, plus Jiu Si's five zang-organs and ten thoughts, teaching you to learn well and really sweat.
The second part: ten volumes of poetry and nine chapters of Pythagoras, eight essays and seven latitudes of geography, plus six arts, five classics, four books, three words and two elegant minds, teach people to train talents tirelessly and make China prosperous.
September, dedicated to the teacher.
September, as scheduled.
Therefore, the world is brilliant.
We sing September,
Because this is your eternal festival.
We remember September,
Because this is our sincere confession.
September is an emotional cup,
We hold it high with our hands.
In sincere wishes,
Please drink.
September music has been played,
Please accept our gift in September.
All the teachers who are struggling on the education front.
Poems written on Teachers' Day
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A teacher is like a knowledgeable gardener.
We are like flowers in the garden.
Every word written by the teacher
Like every drop of water spilled on us,
Let's daily growing ...
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This class is like a strange home.
No bed, no three meals a day ...
In this family, teachers are kind mothers.
We are lively children;
We can grow up healthily day by day,
Thanks to mom. ...
In the autumn of September, teachers are the theme of this season, and the air is filled with gratitude to teachers. Respecting teachers and attaching importance to teaching is an eternal virtue. Past, present and future, all teachers should be respected and blessed.
It's September again, and Teacher's Day is coming slowly with light steps.
For everyone, in our life course from naughty children to young teenagers to young people,
Teachers are the people who deserve our respect and gratitude most.
Although life is hard, they are concerned about the future of the motherland and students;
Although the candle is a small fire, it burns itself out and illuminates others.
Teachers' Day
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Today, teachers have the most beautiful smiles.
Autumn and breeze bring good news of harvest;
Today, teachers, please have a rest, sink into the ocean of singing and mingle with laughter.
Bright flowers stand on tiptoe to kiss you,
The sweet taste is fascinating and refreshing.
Tears of joy, pour out the sweetness in my heart,
Happy smile, full of obsession with career.
In a pair of clear and pure eyes,
With great reverence and gratitude;
In the dry heart, shed your hard sweat,
On your shoulders, we see a vast world.
Today, the hearts of teachers and students are closely linked.
The same sonorous heartbeat turns into a driving force for progress.
Today, September 10-Teacher's Day.
It is * * * and the country that pay high tribute to the teachers.
Laoshi
Teacher-
You are like a drizzle in spring,
Moisten flowers, irrigate the earth,
We are sucking the drizzle and growing.
Teacher-
You are like an autumn breeze,
Blow the yellow land, call gold to rice,
We had a bumper harvest.
Teacher-
In my dark life, you lit the brightest lamp for me;
Teacher-
You are my guide on my lost life;
Teacher-
In my rough life, you pointed out the direction for me;
Teacher-
You gave me a pair of powerful wings,
Let me roam in the world of knowledge!
You present a flower,
I present a flower,
Let's weave a big wreath,
Dedicated to my dear teacher and mother.
You gave the seeds,
As warm as the sun;
You sweat,
Water the seedlings.
Your eyes are like bright stars,
Shining with charming brilliance;
Your song is like a spring stream,
Brought joy to everyone.
Wherever we go,
Always remember your feelings;
No matter where we go.
Always remember your words.
Wherever we go,
Always remember your love;
Wherever we go,
Will always be a flower of yours.
Planting mung beans (observation diary)
On Monday, September 6, 2007, it was sunny.
At noon today, I put a spoonful of mung beans given to me by Mr. Wang into a plate filled with clear water to soak. After more than an hour, I went to see mung beans and found that mung beans were more round and bulging than when they were put in water before. Mung beans are plump, like a fat doll, but they haven't sprouted yet.
On Tuesday, September 6, 2007, it was sunny.
Today, the seed finally germinated, like a naughty child, broke free from the green robe and grew a white and tender bud. Before it's too late, I'll fill the flowerpot with soil, then put mung beans on it, and then sprinkle some soil on the mung beans. Finally, water was poured with a shower. Look at it and hope it grows up every day.
It was cloudy on Thursday, September 20th, 2007.
My five-year-old cousin is coming. I'm afraid my cousin will break my mung bean. I'm going to put mung bean sprouts under the bed. My mother smiled and said to me, "silly child, plants can't grow without sunshine, air, water and nutrients, or you can put them where my cousin can't get them." "hmm!" Do as you say. I put the mung bean sprouts on the balcony. After careful observation, I found that two green leaves grew on two watercress plants in Xiaoya, and the stems changed from light red to light green, and from light green to dark green. I also saw a mung bean lying lazily in the soil, as if unwilling to take off old clothes. At this point, my heart is very anxious.
It was sunny on Friday, 2/9/2007, KLOC-0.
Today I took a bath and watered it. I'm surprised and happy. To my surprise, I found that the little mung bean broke through the ground and struggled to grow up, as if chasing its companion. Those leaves are like pieces of small jasper, very beautiful. A gust of wind blew, and the mung bean sprouts danced gently under the wind, which was very beautiful. Happily, I experienced the growth process of mung beans. In observing the growth of mung beans, I understand a truth: as long as you are good at observing, you will gain something.
(Observation Diary) Little Mung Bean
It will be sunny on Wednesday September 20th.
Today, the teacher asked us to observe the growth process of plants. I chose mung beans. I took a dozen mung beans and put them in a small plastic box filled with water. Small mung beans are rippling in clear water. How cute!
September 2 1 Thursday sunny
Today, when I came home from school, I saw the little mung bean covered in water, which was much fatter than yesterday, and it burst into green clothes, revealing a white belly.
Friday, September 22nd will be sunny.
Today, when I came home from school, I saw the little mung bean turned into a white fat man and took off all the green clothes I wore yesterday. Some obese mung beans have a white sharp root on their heads.
Monday, September 25th is fine.
Today, every mung bean has roots on its head, and some of them are still very long, three or four centimeters long, and some tiny hairs have grown near the tip.
Tuesday, September 26th is fine.
Today, on the other side of the longest mung bean, a small bud grew. The green buds are so cute!
On Wednesday, September 27th, it was cloudy.
Today, a small bud grows, and two small leaves are separated, like a pair of small hands, trying to stretch upward. I seem to hear mung beans shouting, "I want to grow up!" " I want to grow up! "
It rained on Friday, September 29th.
Today, those two small buds have grown up and become two small leaves. The tender leaves are also tender green, very cute!
Observation diary
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On Tuesday, September 4, 2007, it was sunny.
Today, I put a napkin in a small bowl, poured water on it, and filled it with two mung beans. You know what I'm going to do? To tell the truth, I want mung beans to germinate, plant them in the soil, and let them thrive until they blossom and bear fruit.
Although the book says to do this, I am still worried: can a piece of paper and a little water make them germinate?
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On Thursday, September 6, 2007, it was sunny.
The first thing to do when you get up in the morning is to water two mung beans to see if they have sprouted today. But when I looked into the bowl, alas, they still didn't sprout. However, there has been a change, that is, the periphery of the embryo has become much larger.
At noon, I saw mung beans, and I was very happy, because there were cracks in the germ of mung beans bathed in the sun, and tender white buds were drilled from it. They seem to sigh: ah, how warm and bright the world is! To make the bean sprouts grow faster, I watered them again.
Probably because I watered the mung bean sprouts at noon. Great progress has been made when I watch it at night: bean sprouts have grown to 3 mm, although the number is small, it is not small for bean sprouts. I am very happy to see the progress of bean sprouts, and I have always praised its ability. Small bean sprouts seemed embarrassed and said shyly, "There is no need to praise me. I, I will continue to work hard! "
(3)
It was cloudy on Sunday, September 9, 2007.
Now, the buds are taller and thicker. It is 3 cm long and covered with stems. Look how delicious my peas are! In order to make it take root and grow faster and higher, I transplanted the beans into a flowerpot filled with soil, so that the soil could give my beans more nutrition.
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It rained on Wednesday, September 12, 2007.
Although it rains today, I am very happy. I am not happy because of the rain, but because of my beans. My two bean sprouts have two green and soft leaves. The rain coming in from the window dripped on the leaves, and crystal water droplets immediately appeared on the leaves, making the two small bean sprouts more beautiful. The cool breeze blew the bean sprouts, and their bodies began to sway. But I believe that bean sprouts can persist, so that bean sprouts are no longer afraid of wind and rain, blossom and bear fruit. I believe you will succeed.
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