My school, your alma mater. Over the years, you have been cultivating us, raising our unfamiliar children with that meticulous heart. My alma mater, how many students' voices have you loaded? How many parting tears have you loaded? How many teachers' successes have you loaded? You stay in the hearts of students and teachers to praise the teacher's beautiful, permanent and only expectation. I would like to be a green leaf in my poem. "You are the root, for the lush leaves, you keep stretching, for the fruitful harvest, your tireless and tortuous journey, your tenacious development, fruitful fruits and your golden music." You are a branch, holding the leaves, holding the buds, holding the fruits and holding the harvest. With sincere love, you fondle the green leaf affectionately. You are a leaf, with you, life is so vigorous. With you, the flowers are so beautiful and the world is so beautiful. Oh, green, you are the embodiment, messenger and hope of green. You gave birth to my hope in infinite green. "Spring silkworms will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night; The teacher is a gardener, who has cultivated peaches and plums all over the world in obscurity. He is interested in cultivating talents and rejuvenating China. The sunshine shines on the gardener's heart, and the warm rain moistens the buds of peaches and plums. They moisten us with nectar and make us thrive. Teachers are guiding lights, which can help us find our way in the dark sea. The teacher is a wonderful pen, shining with painstaking efforts and loyalty, which can be seen in the depths of the soul. A diligent teacher is a measuring cup and a bucket. How can a teacher be energetic? The teacher is an exponential function, a logarithmic function, a trigonometric function, many parallel straight lines, intersecting straight lines and lines full of enthusiasm. The teacher is a piece of chalk, cool and refreshing, a three-foot platform, four seasons of rain, plus Jiu Si's ten thoughts, dripping sweat all over the world; Ten volumes of poetry, nine chapters of Pythagoras, eight essays and seven geographical latitudes. In addition, six arts, five classics, four books, three words, two elegance and one heart, ordering snacks, nourishing blood, nurturing talents and being a teacher, are a paving stone in China. They lead us to success ... my school, you are my alma mater. Over the years, you have been cultivating us, raising our unfamiliar children with that meticulous heart. How many students' voices, how many parting tears and how many teachers' successes have you loaded? You are beautiful and permanent, the only one left in the hearts of students and teachers. The seedlings grow sturdily and work hard on campus. The black hair on the temples is dyed with powder cream, and the old horse has no complaints. On the podium, the most nostalgic, full face. Yellow-billed eagles are fighting for food, and suddenly they spread their wings and flew into the blue sky. Under the desk lamp, I feel more nostalgic, and the book in front of me has drawn a red line. The evening breeze is quiet and cicadas are singing, listening to the surge of emotion. Thankfully, the altar is full of flowers and heartfelt sighs. The dusty old horseshoe will never rest, and you will miss the beautiful post station on campus ... It seems that there are still, and so on ~ ~ When you walk among the red bricks and green grass, when you listen in the modern international conference hall, when you relax your tired body and mind in the spacious living room, when you watch the children push open the beautiful door of the kindergarten, when you witness the passengers' yearning for a foreign language school on the bus, when you are inspired by the grand blueprint of the headmaster's surpassing the times, do you think that you are a foreign language school? Is your love for school spontaneous? Do you realize the responsibility on your shoulders? Your smiling face tells me that you are proud of your wrinkles, you love your running figure, and you know how heavy the burden is on your shoulders. You said: the rejuvenation of the motherland lies in education, and education is in my hands. You said: the ladder will work. You said: the road to the blueprint is very difficult, and I am willing to be the cornerstone and make way for extension. You said: every student is the only one in the family. I have no choice. Only along the way, you said: I want to scrub the teacher's name with sweat. You think, you argue, you blush, you learn from, you sum up, you chase the rising sun, you tick, you write comments, you are meticulous, you care, you inspire, you are kind as the sun sets, you look out, your eyes are as deep as the dark night sky, you walk, your steps are as vigorous as flying meteors, you meditate, rivers do not fall, clouds do not walk. What you expect is silence, blue sky in June, good news and fruits all over the trees. Who got up earlier than you and Qixing? Who walks wider than the night shift workers? Who walks more intensively at night? You resolutely called tenderness to the outhouse, and let the midnight light enliven the next day's class. You rushed between the hospital and the classroom and conquered your lover's birthday with a sonorous explanation. Just to light a student's birthday candle, you beat the cold wind in winter and send the greetings in spring to the dormitory without heating. You have no time to review, just because the final exam is near your old age, but it is covered with wrinkles too early. Your cheerful smile is often overshadowed by students' unsatisfactory grades. You can't leave the students without saying three words. You close the door. However, you can never turn off your concern for students. The words in your dictionary are getting monotonous, and your life is getting less and less bright. Every time I see your tired back and hear your endless exhortations, my feelings will flood like spring water, and my brothers and sisters in the same boat have worked hard! All I can do is say "take care" to you. There are still difficult roads, bumps and thorns ahead. Take care and have a good trip. This; I know, the flame of dreams also reflects your shining forehead countless times (if you don't turn around in tomorrow's composition lecture, it's hard to fall asleep, don't worry about whether the alarm clock at 6 o'clock in the morning will go wrong, don't worry about talking with several classmates next week, and don't worry about a student's grade dropping one place in the class). As long as you have a dream, let the bed accompany you to 10, 12. Even at any time in the afternoon, as long as the TV series is wonderful, I will share joys and sorrows with the characters in the drama until the TV station breaks. As long as I am interested, I will go all out to see Lianliankan. As long as a friend invites me, I will broaden the road and kick the threshold of clothing stores. ) Learn to swim, practice Tai Chi, climb famous mountains, visit relics, lie on a random country road, and talk with nature and intimate friends. From sunrise to Dongshan, at sunset, Sang Yu walks into the heart of a philosopher, collects honey fruits of wisdom, and visits the flower market until he goes to sleep, adding a pot of thriving vitality to the bedroom, reading recipes, and giving a family a whole table of hot freshness. I know that at this time, there will be a sun rising from your heart, burning like a fire, as quiet as the beginning of the universe, as sacred as a cross, as pious. Steady, slowly rising, rising finally, the radiant sun was lifted to an unattainable height, breathing stopped, the world was quiet, and the wind hid behind the sublime. In order to believe in this round of life in our hearts, we have come with no regrets. For the ideal of this century in our hearts, we have come with great enthusiasm and hardships. For the expectation of the same 55% focus rate, we, all the senior two teachers, are here, spirited, charming, hand in hand, with neat steps and firm eyes. We are farmers who sow seeds. Will light up our eyes. We are hardworking gardeners. Every time it blooms, it will bloom with a beautiful smile. We are the builders of the building. Every red wall is watered by our sweat. We are persistent sailors. Every time we come, it is the crystallization of collective wisdom. We are the epoch-making Pangu. We are in Kuafu every day. We are in charge of water conservancy. We are fools who move mountains. Myth was born in our hands, and miracle will be refreshed by us. The captain has ordered Qi Xin to work together to open a foreign language school before the ship of this century. The birth of a red sun is related to medicine. Our brains are occupied by formulas and molecules of various shapes, so we have no beautiful words and elegant words. Our times are full of courses and experiments, so we don't have exquisite ornaments. Fashion dressing, even for science, we should let go of our timidity. Treat those kind and docile little animals with fierce and cruel methods. ................................................................................................................................... ............, I want the frog to live, but it's impossible, ..................................................................................................................................................................! ! !