Hang your name on my chest every day

I can feel your great love

You will always be my forest

I am a tiny seed

My thoughts germinate under your care

Every time I look up at you

Your shoulders are like a wooden house < There are beautiful mornings and nights

I wake up and sleep silently at your feet

Until today

I have grown into a moving tree

I will relive the love you gave me

I will

stand in a corner of my life at will

form a green shade

September like you.

The fruits of September give us the maturity and yearning for autumn.

In this golden autumn season,

we have the happiness of finding our own way without saying anything.

Children, I hope your eyes will shine with the light of hope.

You won't wander deeply at the fork of life.

I wish to light a spiritual beacon for you with my soul, and

I will grasp the correct course for you in the dark sea.

I wish, with my silent and persistent heart,

to conjure up thousands of possible paths for you on the three-foot platform,

I wish, stained with the passion of your youth

to live and learn, * * * to grow together, and to have a full life!

I know that this festival embodies China people's respect and hope for the teacher's way for thousands of years.

What chalk and branches draw is the curve of life;

homework, which is accumulated layer by layer, is an eager expectation.

I am no longer candlelight,

because the faint candlelight is not enough to illuminate your direction;

I won't be a silkworm,

because it's not a dream of a free soul to bind myself.

As the sun, I have a burning generate, which brings you radiant heat.

As the leading wild goose, I spread my wings and soar with you in the clear sky of Wan Li.

Children, I want you to look to a wider and boundless world.

Children, I am just a shining sunshine in September.

On your journey of growth,

I, we, for the future of the nation, for the hope of the nation

We will burn brighter than day, and

we will also light your pile of warm fires!

In September, we were trekking between Japan and China.

We gave everything and got everything.

Children, it is your diligence and love that made our pockets full.

We are full of passion, because like you,

we are all free masters of life.

The sail will still set sail in September.

Children, I want you to say loudly:

"Yes, I'm coming. Follow you-my captain-"

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Poem dedicated to Teachers' Day

Fruitful September.

In September, there are blessings flying among the autumn leaves.

In September, poets wrote immortal poems.

In September, we have never forgotten who silently made our wedding clothes.

In September, we dare not forget who taught us to think.

In September, we dare not forget who made the world love and the sound of books sound loud.

In September, we dare not forget who built it with hard work. Dare to forget who guided the way in confusion

In September, we watched the bumper wheat wave

In September, we still grew up in textbooks

In September, we won't forget the admiration that was touched and remembered

There is something called sacredness

It is the star that shines at dawn in the horizon

Silently shines on the first, then

and goes to the dream together for countless times. P > It is a rock that watches the tide return by the sea

It gradually drains life in the wind and rain

It becomes a totem worshipped by countless pilgrims

There is something called sincerity

It is an unadorned white cloud

It bears too many eager eyes of birds who want to fly

There is something called love, simplicity, dedication or

It can also be called farewell praise because. I have written a great poem

just like the wordless harvest of wheat, which breeds hope

Grateful parents

We grew up bathed in the sunshine of love

We moistened the true feelings of the world

How many times we fell asleep with the feeling of happiness

How many times we imagined the future with moving tears

The last Thursday in November is Thanksgiving Day, although it is gone, but it is a dream.

People who are always grateful are the happiest

Life with gratitude is the sweetest

Learn to be grateful-grateful to my parents, because they have given me precious life

Learn to be grateful-grateful to my teachers, because they have given me endless knowledge

Learn to be grateful-grateful to my friends, because they have given me the strength to overcome difficulties < Because they gave me a harmonious and healthy growth space

Don't forget to say-"thank you"

There are too many people to be grateful for on our growth road. Whoever you want to thank most, write your words of gratitude on the gratitude card.

There is a word that is the kindest,

There is a call that is the most pleasant

There is a person who should be grateful most

It is-"Mom"

Mom's wrinkles are deep, she gave me beautiful youth

Mom's hands are thick, and she gave me warm sunshine

. She gave me bright eyes

Facing my mother's deep feelings

Listening to my mother's earnest wishes

We should learn to be grateful, and we should learn to be grateful

But many times, we are used to accepting this kind of care and take it for granted.

I gradually forgot to be moved and forgot to say thank you.

Mother's love is like a cup of strong tea, which needs us to savor carefully. Please enjoy the sketch A Bag of jiaozi

A bag of jiaozi is insignificant, but my mother's love is touching.

It is the wish of all parents to let us live a happy life and grow up without worry. Host A: If maternal love is a boat, it will carry us from adolescence to maturity.

then father's love is a sea, which gives us a happy harbor.

If the mother's true feelings ignite the hope in our hearts;

then my father's love will be to swell the sails of our voyage.

what can I thank you for, my parents!

Parents' love is endless, and words are endless.

We remember all the kindness.