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Please help me with the background music for the poetry recital. It praises the teacher.

★★Poem 1 in Praise of Teachers:★★

Four times of spring breeze have brought preparations,

Several autumn rains have washed away the gaps.

The black hair accumulates frost and weaves the sun and the moon,

The chalk silently writes the Spring and Autumn Period.

Spring is not old even when silk is exhausted,

Candle tears turn to gray and become thicker in autumn.

Three thousand peaches and plums are sown in spring, and China is full of fruits in autumn.

★★Poem 2 to praise teachers:★★

I love my teacher

Teachers are like red candles,

lit The torch in the student's heart

burns itself,

until the red candle turns to ashes.

Teachers are like gardeners,

nurturing our flowers,

but working hard on themselves,

until physical exhaustion All.

When we grow up, we must become the pillars of the country,

Ah! The teacher is so selfless!

Ah! Teacher, we love you!

★★Poetry Three to Praise the Teacher:★★

——Teacher, thank you for your hard work

Who——led us who were ignorant into the spacious classroom,

Teach us a wealth of knowledge?

It’s you! teacher!

With your hard work and sweat,

you have nurtured the tender seedlings that have just broken ground in spring.

Who is it that educates us who are naughty

into people who can be considerate and help others?

It’s you! teacher!

Your care is like the warm spring breeze

It warms our hearts.

Who is it that cultivates us

into mature and sensible teenagers?

It’s you! teacher!

Your protection allows us to grow healthily.

Bear fruitful results in the golden autumn season.

Thank you for your hard work! teacher!

People who work hard in the scorching heat and cold.

Thank you for your hard work! teacher!

People who devote their youth to nothing.

We express our highest respect to you!

——Thank you for your hard work, teacher!

I can only help here, teacher

Teacher - you are like the drizzle in spring,

nourishing the flowers and irrigating the earth,

And we continue to suck the drizzle and grow.

Teacher - you are like a gust of wind in autumn,

blowing the earth yellow and calling gold to the rice,

and we got the fruits of the harvest.

Teacher - you are the one who lit the brightest light for me on my dark road of life;

Teacher - you are the one who lights up my dark road of life. My guide;

Teacher - you are the one who pointed out the way forward for me in my bumpy life;

Teacher - you are the one who gave me the guidance Gave me a pair of powerful wings, allowing me to travel in the world of knowledge!

★★Poem 4 in praise of the teacher:★★

The golden wind brings laughter, and the fragrance of osmanthus flowers floats.

Teacher’s Day is here again today.

I don’t know how much hard work the teacher has put in for our growth.

We will never forget the teacher’s caress for us.

Hello, teacher!

People compare teachers to red candles, which illuminate others and burn themselves.

People compare teachers to gardeners, cultivating peaches and plums to bloom all over the world.

Teaching is a noble career under the sun.

The teacher gave us the sunshine of ideals and the sunshine of wisdom.

The teacher guides us to embark on the road of life full of sunshine.

The teacher hopes that we will become the sun of the new century.

The teacher’s words are like spring rain nourishing my heart.

Teachers use the rain and dew of knowledge to water our growth.

The gentle spring rain is the teacher’s care for us.

The teacher’s words and deeds are like spring rain that moistens things silently.

Teachers are willing to be green leaves and hold us up like red flowers.

The teacher is a green leaf, willing to contribute silently.

The green color of the leaves symbolizes the teacher’s everlasting youth.

When we are like flowers in full bloom, we will never forget the kindness of green leaves.

Teachers are like big trees, with blue sky above their heads and earth under their feet, silently benefiting society.

The teacher is a big tree, bringing a spring scenery to the world.

The teacher sows the seeds of hope and cultivates us into a forest.

Small trees grow into pillars, never forgetting the kindness of the gardener.

Yes, the teacher’s enthusiasm is like the sun, the teacher’s teachings are like spring rain,

the teacher’s style is like green leaves, the teacher’s career is like a big tree, our teachers are just good.

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★★Poem 5 to praise teachers:★★

You offer a flower,

I offer a flower,

Let us weave A big garland,

dedicated to my dear teacher and mother.

It was you who gave the seeds,

the warmth of the sun;

it was you who used your sweat to water the seedlings.

Your eyes are like bright stars,

Sparkling with charming brilliance;

Your singing is like a spring stream,

Bringing joy to everyone.

No matter where we go,

Always remember your love;

No matter where we go.

Always remember your words.

No matter where we go,

Always remember your love;

No matter where we go,

It will always be you of a flower.

★★Poem 6 in Praise of Teachers:★★

September has arrived as scheduled.

The world is brilliant because of this.

We sing September,

because it is your eternal festival.

We remember September,

because this is our sincere confession.

September is a cup overflowing with love,

We raise it high with both hands

Amid sincere blessings,

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Please cheers.

The music of September has been played.

Please accept our September gift.

All teachers who are working hard on the education front.

★★Poem 7 of Praise for Teachers: ★★

I once remembered your hands covered with powder

I once remembered your charitable teachings

I once remembered your new silver hairs

Because of you, many students can become talented

Because of you, the world will be so civilized

Teacher, you are a bright light

Find HOME for the lost children

Teacher, you are an angel

★★Poem 8 to Praise Teacher:★★

Ode to Teachers

Others get gold from life

You can only get the fragrance of flowers

Your gold is the morning sun

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Your silver is like the fifteenth moon

But you are still whistling happily

Your pride is the fragrance of peaches and plums

You are Candles,

shine with weak candlelight;

You are a gardener,

drops of hard-working sweat shine brightly;

ah!

Teacher--

You have trained me to be an adult,

Let me shine for the motherland;

Ah!

Teacher--

You taught me how to be a human being,

Your hard work is flowing in my blood!

Teacher, thank you for your hard work

Who is it--

Bring us ignorant people into the spacious classroom,

Teach us rich knowledge?

It’s you! teacher!

With your hard work and sweat,

you have nurtured the tender seedlings that have just broken ground in spring.

Who is it--

Educate us who are naughty

into people who can be considerate and help others?

It’s you! teacher!

Your care is like the gentle spring breeze

It warms our hearts.

Who is it -

nurturing us as young people

into mature and sensible teenagers?

It’s you! teacher!

Your protection allows us to grow healthily.

Bear fruitful results in the golden autumn season.

Thank you for your hard work! teacher!

People who work hard in the scorching heat and cold.

Thank you for your hard work! teacher!

People who devote their youth to nothing.

We express our highest respect to you!

——Thank you for your hard work, teacher!

Missing the Gardener

Everything that has passed will become a dear memory -

Teacher, I miss my middle school days, my alma mater, and you...

If I could turn back time and let me go back to my student days -

Dear teacher, how I want to listen to your sincere and thoughtful teachings again...

Farewell After that, in the long years, your voice often rings in my ears; your figure often appears in front of my eyes; your teachings always stay in my heart...

Life is a journey without a trace. The road at the end, I walked, walked, kept walking. When I am tired and slack, your firm face, perseverance voice, and perseverance spirit will appear in my memory. Teacher, you taught me life, how can I forget you!

Every time I harvest, I can't help but miss the cultivator who sows hard - the teacher.

Teacher, although we have been apart for a long time, your image seems to be a bright and shining light spot, which has always been shining in my heart.

Today, I am in a distant place, folding the yesterday you gave me into a boat of memory, and letting it float in the lake of longing.

The clothes remain the same and the appearance remains the same. Your familiar writing on the blackboard and familiar voice lead our thoughts to the past student days. Oh, teacher...

I miss you, dear teacher! The gaze of your bright eyes is treasured in my heart. They are like two clear springs, flowing forever in the valley of my heart...

Those who drink from its flow will remember its source, and when they learn from it, they will remember my teacher.

Admire the Gardener

You warm the hearts of every classmate with your fire-like emotions. Countless hearts are attracted by you, and even your back is condensed with hot eyes...

You are not an actor, but you attract our hungry eyes; you are not a singer, but you make the spring of knowledge jingle and sing charming songs; you are not a sculptor, but you shape a world. Batch the souls of young people...Teacher, how can I forget you!

The name engraved on the wooden board may not be immortal, and the name engraved on the stone may not be immortal. Teacher, your name is engraved on our hearts, which truly lasts forever.

Your thoughts and words are full of poetry, philosophy, and so magical. They have stirred up so many wonderful ripples in my mind!

You respect sincerity and integrity as the principles for conducting yourself in the world. You are a role model for our students.

I admire great men and celebrities, but I am even more eager to dedicate my respect and praise to an ordinary person--

My teacher you.

You hold us to strict requirements and set an example by your own actions. Once your advice, request, and even order are put forward, we must do it, but you always make us sincerely convinced and act consciously. This is the tall image you have left in my heart.

In my mind, you are the sternest father and the kindest mother; you are an unsung hero and a famous teacher.

Your voice and smile always flash in front of my eyes; your character and personality will always be treasured in the depths of my memory.

Ah, teacher - the engineer of the human soul, only this glorious name has a connotation as rich as the sea and as profound as the blue sky!

Teacher, this dazzling name will always hang high in our chests like a brilliant star.

Even if my temples are gray, I will still call you "Teacher" from the bottom of my heart! In front of this sacred and noble word, I will always be a student in need of enlightenment!

On the sea of ??life, teacher, you are like a tall beacon, standing on the vast sea, guiding us on our journey all the time!

Burn yourself without hesitation, emitting all the heat, all the light, all the energy. Teacher, you are like a red candle, loved and respected by others!

Some people say that a teacher’s kindness is like a mountain, because the mountains are towering and make people respect them. I would also like to say that the teacher's kindness is like the ocean, because the ocean is vast and immeasurable.

In the minds of students, you are "the true seed, the messenger of kindness, and the banner of beauty."

You are the charcoal fire in the harsh winter, the stepping stone in the turbulent water under the thick shade in the hot summer, and the beacon light in the foggy sea. ---

Teacher, you teach by words and deeds, He educates people well and is willing to serve as a ladder for others, which is unforgettable!

Praise to the Gardener

Teacher, everyone says that you cultivate the pillars of the motherland; but I want to say that you are the pillars of the motherland. It is you who support the backbone of our generation!

You are like a red candle, giving all your heat and light to your descendants! Your character and spirit can be summed up in two words - burning! Keep burning!

The lessons you taught are so rich and colorful. Each chapter seems to open a window in front of me, allowing me to see a beautiful new world...

Ah, because of you, the garden is so beautiful and the earth is full of spring! Teacher, open the window and take a look. This garden full of spring scenery, this garden full of peaches and plums, are all saluting you!

Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how could so many beautiful soul flowers bloom? Ah, teacher, engineer of the human soul, who would not praise you!

Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and sowing happiness. Teacher, you are the sower of hope and happiness!

Teacher, you are a cultivator of beauty and a sower of beauty.

It is you who shine with beautiful sunshine and moisten with beautiful rain and dew, so that our hearts are green and full of flowers!

You are busy with the blooming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, silently hanging the green shade of leaves! Ah, teacher, your spirit will always be in my heart!

You are more like the unknown tree roots, which make the small trees grow vigorously and make the branches full of abundant fruits, but do not ask for any compensation.

You gave us a ruler of life, allowing us to measure it every day; you gave us a mirror of exemplary behavior, so that we have role models to learn from everywhere.

You are the bridge that connects us to the severed mountains, allowing us to reach the peak of harvest; you are the ivy, tough and slender, guiding us to pick Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng on the top of the cliff.

When Miaoer needs a glass of water, he will never give him a bucket of water; and when he needs a bucket of water, he will never give him a glass of water. Giving at the right time and in the right amount is the skill of a good gardener. My teacher, this is also your art of education.

Regardless of hard work, the peach tree will be ripe and the elixir will flow out, and the plum tree will be ripe. It is easy to plant flowers but difficult to cultivate people. The fragrance of flying in the valley is extraordinary, the world is filled with poems, paintings, and talented people are all smiling.

Teacher, you use the most noble human emotion - love, to sow spring, sow ideals, sow strength...

Sow with words, cultivate with colored pens, water with sweat, Nourishing with hard work, this is the noble labor of our beloved teacher.

You work today, but you are building the future of the motherland; you teach in the classroom, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland.

Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then the student is the sand in the clam; you use love to lick it, grind it, soak it, wash it... Over the years, the sand becomes a particle. A pearl, shining brightly.

Your teaching career has countless proud and happy memories, but you treasure them in your heart and just look at the field to be developed.

If I were a poet, I would write poems with enthusiasm to praise the vastness and depth of the sea. And dedicate it to you - my teacher with a broad mind and profound knowledge.

Teachers are the fire, igniting the fire of students' hearts; teachers are stone steps, allowing students to climb up step by step.

You are like a candle. Although it is thin, you have some heat and some light, illuminating others and exhausting yourself. This selfless dedication will never be forgotten.

The language of your lectures is as sweet as the tinkling mountain springs, as friendly as the gurgling brooks, and as exciting as the rushing rivers...

Chun Can has never said anything that he is proud of in his life. The silver thread spit out is the 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 praise for you.

Your love is as warm as the sun, as gentle as the spring breeze, and as sweet as the clear spring. Your love is more serious than father's love, more delicate than mother's love, and more pure than friendship. You, the teacher's love, is the greatest and most pure in the world.

The value of a firefly lies in using the lamp hanging on its back to shine on others; your respectability lies in always providing convenience to others.

Who spreads the rain and dew all over the earth? Who works hard to nurture the seedlings? It's you, teacher, you are a great gardener! Look at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one doesn’t have your hard work on it, and which one doesn’t have your smile on it!

The lessons you taught are so rich and colorful. Each chapter seems to open a window in front of me, allowing me to see a beautiful new world...

Ah, because of you, the garden is so beautiful and the earth is full of spring! Teacher, open the window and take a look. This garden full of spring scenery, this garden full of peaches and plums, are all saluting you!

Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how could so many beautiful soul flowers bloom? Ah, teacher, engineer of the human soul, who would not praise you!

Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and sowing happiness. Teacher, you are the sower of hope and happiness!

Teacher, you are a cultivator of beauty and a sower of beauty.

It is you who shine with beautiful sunshine and moisten with beautiful rain and dew, so that our hearts are green and full of flowers!

You are busy with the blooming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, silently hanging the green shade of leaves! Ah, teacher, your spirit will always be in my heart!

You are more like the unknown tree roots, which make the small trees grow vigorously and make the branches full of abundant fruits, but do not ask for any compensation.

You gave us a ruler of life, allowing us to measure it every day; you gave us a mirror of exemplary behavior, so that we have role models to learn from everywhere.

You are the bridge that connects us to the severed mountains, allowing us to reach the peak of harvest; you are the ivy, tough and slender, guiding us to pick Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng on the top of the cliff.

When Miaoer needs a glass of water, he will never give him a bucket of water; and when he needs a bucket of water, he will never give him a glass of water. Giving at the right time and in the right amount is the skill of a good gardener. My teacher, this is also your art of education.

Regardless of hard work, the peach tree will be ripe and the elixir will flow out, and the plum tree will be ripe. It is easy to plant flowers but difficult to cultivate people. The fragrance of flying in the valley is extraordinary, the world is filled with poems, paintings, and talented people are all smiling.

Teacher, you use the most noble human emotion - love, to sow spring, sow ideals, sow strength...

Sow with words, cultivate with colored pens, water with sweat, Nourishing with hard work, this is the noble labor of our beloved teacher.

You work today, but you are building the future of the motherland; you teach in the classroom, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland.

Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then the student is the sand in the clam; you use love to lick it, grind it, soak it, wash it... Over the years, the sand becomes a particle. A pearl, shining brightly.

Your teaching career has countless proud and happy memories, but you treasure them in your heart and just look at the field to be developed.

If I were a poet, I would write poems with enthusiasm to praise the vastness and depth of the sea. And dedicate it to you - my teacher with a broad mind and profound knowledge.

Teachers are the fire, igniting the fire of students' hearts; teachers are stone steps, allowing students to climb up step by step.

You are like a candle. Although it is thin, you have some heat and some light, illuminating others and exhausting yourself. This selfless dedication will never be forgotten.

The language of your lectures is as sweet as the tinkling mountain springs, as friendly as the gurgling brooks, and as exciting as the rushing rivers...

Chun Can has never said anything that he is proud of in his life. The silver thread spit out is the 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 praise for you.

Your love is as warm as the sun, as gentle as the spring breeze, and as sweet as the clear spring. Your love is more serious than father's love, more delicate than mother's love, and more pure than friendship. You, the teacher's love, is the greatest and most pure in the world.

The value of a firefly lies in using the lamp hanging on its back to shine on others; your respectability lies in always providing convenience to others.

Who spreads the rain and dew all over the earth? Who works hard to nurture the seedlings? It's you, teacher, you are a great gardener! Look at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one doesn’t have your hard work on it, and which one doesn’t have your smile on it!

Blessings

Addition, subtraction, multiplication and division cannot be counted as your contribution! Poems and songs cannot express my admiration for you! You use the nectar of knowledge to water the flowers of our ideals; you use the clear spring of the soul to nourish the beautiful fruits of our sentiments. In this unusual festival, we offer our deepest blessings!

Every year, I send you the first ray of spring and a greeting card. My dear teacher, I hope spring will always be with you!

The sun is shining, and the spring is warm in the heart of the gardener; the rain and dew are moistening, and the peach and plum branches are blooming with red buds - I wish you a happy Teacher's Day.

You are a gardener, adding beauty to the mountains and rivers of the motherland; you are like spring rain, nourishing peaches and plums, making the land of China full of fragrance. On this festive occasion, let me offer you a flower from my heart to express my loyal wishes to you.

Writing carols with the sky full of colorful clouds and weaving poems with flowers everywhere cannot fully express our congratulations to teachers on this holiday!

I am not your best student, but you are my most respected teacher. On your holiday, I would like to dedicate a high tribute to you.

Dear teacher, your sincere teachings are like the spring breeze and the rain, and they will always be in my heart. I sincerely wish you happiness and success!

We grow from seedlings to big trees, but we will always be your students. In your sixtieth year, I wish you an evergreen tree of life.

You teach students in accordance with their aptitude and are good at enlightening the soul. We hold excellent results and congratulate you on your victory!

Teacher, I wish that the students you educate will be full of talents and elites.

Teacher, you are sincere, kind and beautiful. May the hearts of all my classmates be open to you.

May the music of my creek always echo in your deep valley.

When the tide goes out, leave colorful shells on the beach. When we graduate, we give our sincere wishes to our teachers.

Two Teacher’s Day Poems

(1)

It is said that angels will sing beautiful songs when they go down to the next world

I happened to come from there Passing by the fork in the road

The branches are cool and lonely

The fragrance of a sycamore flower

A clear glimmer of light

You folded a paper crane and held it in your hand

A long smile

Oh, how quiet and noisy this is

The lively loneliness and staring into the distance

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I can’t think of you as a sculpture or anything else

Like thousands of walks

The track is twists and turns but must have its own direction

I often ask, what is worthy of praise

Obscure or earth-shattering

Ah, I simply can’t outline it with my thoughts

Suddenly, you look back

Smile floating in the window

Just a metaphor

Just an imagination

The most touching hope turns out to be an inadvertent glance

Passion settles and comes to mind again

(2)

I don’t know where the most beautiful language is born

The rhymes are scattered one after another

I only heard the chirping of sparrows resting at the window

In the dream, it was a sycamore flower

Or there were stars

and lights

Each shines with its own light

Cold or gentle

It is not because I am attached to you that I stick to silence

It is not because I fantasize about you that I am a little noisy

Like all people

You are ordinary and extraordinary

Carve out your own direction

No need for admiration

You don’t have to look up so much

The wind blows and the rain stops

A faint cloud floats across the shore

Teacher’s Day Poems - Praise to Teachers

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How many years have the seasons reincarnated, how many springs, summers, autumns and winters,

You are a red candle burning a bright life,

How much blood and sweat you have given, without asking for history. Leave a British name,

You spread the fire of wisdom with your true feelings.

Just like the spring silkworm devotes its life to loyalty,

Just like the winter plum singing the song of early spring.

How many blind nights, how many times have the lights been on?

You have been sitting at your desk in the long night,

You have added gorgeous hair between your black hair. , the three-foot podium was full of laughter,

You shorten the distance between hearts with your friendship.

You are the sunshine that melts the indifferent ice and snow,

You are the one who guides people out of the labyrinth of science.

Ah! Glorious teacher, hard-working gardener!

The fragrance of peaches and plums is your joy, silently dedicated and selfless soul.

Ah! Glorious teacher, hardworking gardener!

The fragrance of peaches and plums is your joy, silently devoting your selfless soul

To the mulberry tree

When you work hard to grow a new leaf

Can’t wait to call me

Look at me

Chew your devotion

When you bear a red raspberry for me

Just call me with joy

Listen to me

The sound of greedy chewing

How many days and nights

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You fed my crystal clear body

I grow old slowly

But I never complained a word

Nor Hope

Eternal in my memory

I am ignorant and have no words

Dedicated to the games of my youth

No I felt that the world was so old

I also retreated into the distant sky

It wasn’t until today that I knew how to shed tears for you

Today

I didn’t know

I am your eternal silkworm

I can’t live without your sweet shoulders

Hiding in your soft and strong armpits

Enjoying you The huge open crown

The broken shadows of the sun filtered through the screen

Warm my every ignorant dream

Ah

Until today

Today

I know how to shed tears for you

I know

I am your forever silkworm

I raised my small, shining head

but still couldn’t speak any

love language