Anido Z.
Youth is like white clouds in the blue sky.
innocent
Youth is limited.
Be sure to cherish it
What is youth?
Is it a free and unrestrained surging river?
Is that an endless sea?
I don't think so,
Youth is a cup of strong coffee,
Although it can cheer people up,
But there is still a trace of bitterness.
Youth is the nameless grass.
It's not very eye-catching,
But it can withstand the wind and rain.
Youth is an uncut sword.
It will only get better and better.
I have youth,
So I praise youth,
I want to sing the praises of youth with a hoarse throat.
Youth is the golden sun,
Has brought infinite vitality to a large area,
It will also be more memorable because of the ups and downs.
Unforgettable
I admire youth,
Because I have,
I praise youth because it is beautiful.
Short-lived.
Young people's imagination
What is youth?
Youth is a person's best time. While we were still laughing, it had unconsciously come to our side.
Youth is the wind that blows gently. It caresses us, dries the tears on our faces and returns our smile in March.
Youth is hope, shining in our hearts.
Even if you get lost, don't engrave sadness on your forehead. The star will always rise, and it will show us the way.
Youth is the time for us to struggle. You don't have to succeed, but you must pursue it. You don't have to be mature, but you must work hard; You don't have to be calm, but you must be good at knotting.
Youth needs persistence. Without persistence, it is easy to give up halfway. Youth needs to be calm, and it is easy to be black if it is not calm;
Youth needs ideals more. Without ideals, life will lose the motivation to move forward.
Youth, we should learn to be tolerant, live for ourselves and think for others.
Youth, we should also learn to understand, let the mind become the sea, let the rivers flood into the mind.
Youth, we should learn to choose and find the best from the limited time and energy.
Let's spend every day of our youth to the fullest, and let our free thoughts gently lock the violets in the wind.
We are marching towards youth with cheerful steps, believing that the footprints we have walked will be weathered into a legend, a style and a motto.
Youth is not simple, be heroic and go forward bravely.
teacher
Every day,
Teacher, the last one to sleep,
But I got up the earliest.
Afraid of time slipping away.
This, the old locust tree outside the window knows,
Birds in the tree know.
Under the desk lamp,
She tried to correct one homework after another.
Listen, listen,
The corners of the mouth are brimming with smiles.
But the footsteps of the old man of time,
Ruthlessly imprinted on her kind face.
The teacher's dream is very short, very short,
But in the dream, she could hear,
The bell rang for class.
Between night and dawn,
A teacher is like a red candle,
Burning silently ...
Every day,
The teacher came first,
But leave at the latest.
This, the first light knows,
The stars in the sky know.
Thanks to her hard work,
Stimulate our enthusiasm for studying hard.
She guided us,
Climb the peak of knowledge,
Look forward to a bright future!
A teacher is like an industrious gardener.
Cultivate us into flowers of the motherland,
To create a better future.
Teacher,
You will always be our beloved teacher!
Thank you very much, teacher.
Who is it-
Leading the ignorant into the spacious classroom,
Teach us a wealth of knowledge?
It is you! Teacher!
With your hard work and sweat,
Raising the tender seedlings that have just broken ground in spring.
Who is it-
Put naughty us
Education should be considerate and helpful?
It is you! Teacher!
Your care is like a warm spring breeze.
It warms our hearts.
Who is it-
Put young us
Cultivate a mature and sensible teenager?
Quiet? Fresh γ? BR> Your protection makes us grow healthily.
The autumn season is fruitful.
You have worked hard! Teacher!
People who work hard in the heat and cold.
You have worked hard! Teacher!
Dedicate youth to nothingness.
We pay high tribute to you!
-You have worked hard, teacher!
Poems celebrating Teachers' Day II
Legend has it that angels sing beautiful songs when they are in the underworld.
I happened to pass that fork in the road.
The branches are cold and lonely.
The fragrance of sycamore flowers
A clean ray of light.
You broke a paper crane in your hand.
Long laugh
Oh, how quiet and noisy.
Lively loneliness staring at the distance.
I can't treat you like a sculpture or anything.
It's like thousands of walks
The trajectory is tortuous and must have its own direction.
Often ask, what is worthy of praise?
Unknown or earth-shattering
Well, I can hardly describe it with my mind.
Suddenly, you turn around.
A smile floats by the window.
——
It's just a metaphor
Just imagine.
The most touching hope turned out to be a casual look.
Passion precipitated and returned to my heart.
Poems to celebrate Teachers' Day
I don't know where the most beautiful language was born.
Yun San.
I only heard the cries of sparrows and rested at the window.
Dream is a phoenix flower.
Or stars.
And lighting
Everyone has their own light.
Cold or hot?
It is not because of persistence that we insist on silence.
It's not fantasy that makes you a little crazy.
Like everyone else.
You are ordinary and extraordinary.
Open up your own direction.
No admiring eyes
Don't look up so much.
The wind blew and the rain stopped.
A breath of Wei Yun floated across the river bank.