I will love you forever - a poem dedicated to my alma mater

Hang your name on my chest every day

I can feel your great love

You will always be a forest to me

I am a tiny seed

My thoughts sprout in your care

Every time I look up at you

Your shoulders are like a wooden house

Holding the blue sky and white clouds

I imagined that we could stand together forever

All the beautiful mornings and nights

Wake up and sleep silently at your feet

Until today

I have grown up A moving tree

Relive the love you gave me

I want to be like you

In the wind and rain of the years

Standing in any corner of life

Forming a green shade

September - a poem dedicated to Teachers' Day

September Fruit Fragrant, chrysanthemums are yellow in September,

But I still smell the fragrance of peaches and plums in March,

The coolness of autumn in September gives us the restraint and dignity of autumn;

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

In this golden autumn season when we look back,

We have the unspoken happiness of our own.

Child, I hope your eyes will shine with the light of hope,

You will not be deeply hesitant at the fork in the road in life,

I I am willing to use my soul to light up the beacon of your soul and help you steer the right course on the dark sea.

I wish, with my silent and persistent heart,

On the three-foot podium, I can create thousands of possible paths for you,

I May I be infected with the passion of your youthful blood

Live until you are old, learn as you grow old, grow up together, and gain a lifetime of prosperity!

I know that this festival embodies the Chinese people’s respect and hope for teachers for thousands of years.

What is drawn with chalk is the curve of life;

Assignments, accumulated layer by layer, are fervent expectations.

I am no longer a candlelight,

Because the weak candlelight is not enough to illuminate your direction;

I will not be a spring silkworm,

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Because being trapped in a cocoon is not the dream of a free soul.

I am like the sun, burning and bursting, bringing you radiant light;

I am like the leading wild goose, spreading my wings with you in the clear sky*** soar.

Children, I want you to set your sights on the broader and boundless world.

Children, I am just a shining sunshine in September.

When you grow up On the journey,

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

We will burn brighter than the day,

also You're a bunch of hot fire kindling!

In September, we are trekking between Japan and China.

We give everything and gain everything.

Children, it is your diligence and love that make Our bags are full,

We are full of passion, because we, like you, are

free masters of life.

The sails of September are still about to set sail,

Children, I want you to say loudly:

"Okay, I will come and follow you - —My captain——"

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Poems dedicated to Teachers’ Day

September Fruity

September Chrysanthemum Yellow

September Us Thinking of who is still spreading hope

In September we collect sunshine

In September we sing songs affectionately

September is a touching season to seek knowledge Eyes to treasure for a lifetime

Blessings fly among the autumn leaves in September

The poet composes an immortal poem in September

None of us have forgotten who it is in September Silently giving us wedding clothes

In September, we dare not forget from now on

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

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

In September, we dare not forget who built the palace of knowledge with hard work

In September, we dare not forget Who guides the direction in confusion

In September we guard the waves of harvest

In September we are still growing in textbooks

In September we will not forget The admiration that is remembered with emotion

There is a thing

There is a thing called sacred

It is the star that shines at dawn in the sky

Silently illuminating those who came first and those who came later

Together we move toward the light that flashes countless times in our dreams

There is something called eternity

It is the beach that watches the tide return. The rock

grows away its life in the wind and rain

Becomes a totem worshiped by countless pilgrims

There is something called sincerity

It is The unadorned white clouds

Carrying too much with one's own fatigue

The longing eyes of the little bird that wants to fly

There is something called the cry of love Simplicity is called dedication or

it can also be called other praises because she is so beautiful

Yes, some people write a great poem with themselves

Just like the silent ears of wheat that grow into a harvest and give birth to hope

Thanks to our parents

We grow up bathed in the sunshine of love

We grow up nourishing the true love of the world

How many times have I fallen asleep with a feeling of happiness

How many times have I imagined the future with tears in my eyes

The last Thursday in November is Thanksgiving, although It has gone far away, but a grateful heart and a feeling of gratitude will always remain in my heart.

Those who are always grateful are the happiest ones

The lives that are always grateful are the sweetest

Learn to be grateful - be grateful to me Parents, because they gave me precious life

Learn to be grateful - grateful to my teachers, because they gave me infinite knowledge

Learn to be grateful - grateful to my friends, Because they gave me the strength to overcome difficulties

Learn to be grateful - grateful for everything around me, because they gave me a harmonious and healthy space to grow

Don't forget to say - " Thank you”

On our growth path, there are too many people to be grateful to. Whoever you want to thank the most, just write your grateful words on the gratitude card.

There is a word that is the most kind,

There is a call that is most beautiful

There is a person who should be grateful the most

There is a person who should be grateful

It is - "Mom"

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

Mom's hands are thick, she gave me warmth The sunshine gave me

My mother’s waist was bent, and she gave me her straight spine

My mother’s eyes were dazzled, and she gave me her bright eyes

Facing my mother’s deep feelings

Listening to my mother’s earnest wishes

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

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

Gradually I forgot how moved I was and how I forgot to say thank you.

Mom's love is like a cup of strong tea, we need to savor it carefully. Please enjoy the skit "A Bag of Dumplings"

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

It is the wish of all parents to let us live a happy life and grow up without worries. Host A: If maternal love is a ship, it carries us from youth to maturity;

Then father's love is like a sea, giving us a happy harbor.

If mother’s true love ignites the hope in our hearts;

Then father’s love will be the sail that inspires our voyage.

How can I thank you, my parents!

The love of our parents is endless.

We will keep all the kindness in our hearts.