劳动者赞歌_1500字

时间:2018-07-10 01:54:24

  山村教师,依山而立,雄壮的骨骼挺拔如松,高洁的灵魂灿烂似霞。
  从烛光中走出不倦的身影,在阳光下撑起一片知识的绿荫;一群灿烂的文字跋山涉水,穿透坚硬的黑板,走过残喘的桌椅,破旧的教室,大面积攻占贫瘠与愚昧的堡垒。
  身披山村乡民希冀的目光,似缕缕阳光,一腔至爱至诚的火焰在心中燃如山花烂漫。
  每当钟声响起,语言的犁锋便划过板结的心田,在琅琅的读书声中耕耘着一个绿色的梦。
  清纯的眸底坐定几十颗稚嫩的童心,潋滟的柔波辉映雏鹰奋飞的翅膀。
  与贫困对峙,与愚昧对望,顺着山势,呵,山村老师,你把贫困与愚昧深深地折在了教科书里,在清贫中走上了一片灵魂的高地。
  这里有阳光和雨露,有默默耕耘的身影。
  呵,老师,你抱定了牛的形象,一耕耘便是几十个春秋,即使两鬓斑白,也老秋枫叶色最红。于是,你把春蚕的精神汲取,让祖国披上美丽的织锦。你心底无私天地宽。
  你最清楚“为人师表”的份量。清贫与寂寞,鲜花与赞美,都淡然迎送,心灵坦荡,如无际的原野。桃园的芬芳最为惬意,园丁的心花更是美丽。低下头,耕耘的泥土清又香;挺起胸,鲜红的太阳笑盈盈。
  “春蚕到死丝方尽,蜡炬成灰泪始干。”呵,这便是颠扑不灭万古流芳的园丁魂!
  班级就像一个奇怪的家,没有床,也没有一日三餐……在这个家里,老师是慈祥的妈妈,我们就是一个个好动、活泼的孩子;我们能够一天天健康地成长,都是妈妈的功劳……九月金秋,老师是这个季节的主题,空气中弥漫着感念师恩的情绪。尊师重教是永远的美德。过去的,现在的,将来的,所有的教师都应该享受崇敬与祝福。
  对于每一个人来说,在我们从顽皮稚童到青涩少年再到风华青年的生命历程中,老师,都是最值得我们尊重和感恩的人。他们虽然生活清苦,却情系祖国未来,心联学子之心;虽是一烛微火,却燃尽自己,照亮别人。教师节今天,老师们笑容最美丽,金秋和微风送来丰收的好消息;今天,老师们请休息休息,汇进歌海中,融入笑声里。鲜艳的花儿,踮起脚尖亲吻你,甜美的气息,撩人心醉,沁人心脾。欢喜的泪水,倾诉着心中的甜蜜,幸福的笑靥,盛满了对事业的痴迷。一双双清亮纯净的眸子里,汹涌着无比的崇敬与感激;干涸的心田里,洒下您辛勤的汗滴,您的肩膀上,我们看到了广阔天地。
  老师――您如春天中的细雨,滋润着花儿,灌溉着大地,而我们再着吮吸着细雨茁长成长。
  老师――您如秋天里的一丝风,吹黄了大地,唤金了稻谷,而我们得到了丰收的硕果。
  老师――在我黑暗的人生道路上是您为我点燃了一盏最明亮的灯;
  老师――再我迷蒙的人生道路上是您做我的了的引路人;
  老师――在我跌跌碰碰的人生道路中是您为我指明了前进的方向;
  老师――是您给了我一双强有力的翅膀,让我在知识的世界里遨游!
  你献上一朵花,我献上一朵花,让我们编织个大花环,献给亲爱的老师妈妈。是您给了种子,太阳般的温暖;是您用汗水,把幼苗浇灌。
  您的眼睛像明亮的星星,闪烁着迷人的光华;你的歌声像春天的小溪,把欢乐带给了大家。
  无论我们走到哪儿,永远记住你的情;无论我们走到哪儿。永远记住您的话。
  无论我们走到哪儿,永远记住您的爱;无论我们走到哪
  加减乘除,算不尽您作出的奉献!诗词歌赋,,颂不完对您的崇敬!您用知识甘露,浇开我们理想的花朵;您用心灵清泉,润育我们情操的美果。在这不寻常的节日里,献上我们深深的祝福!
  每年,我把第一缕春光和贺年卡一起寄给您;我亲爱的老师,愿春天永远与您同在!
  园丁--崇高的称号。看那枝头绽放的鲜花,是您辛勤的汗水灌浇。祝福您:桃李满天下,春晖遍四方!
  阳光普照,园丁心坎春意暖;雨露滋润,桃李枝头蓓蕾红。--祝您教师节愉快。
  您是园丁,为祖国山川添秀色;您如春雨,润育桃李,神州大地尽芳菲。在这喜庆的节日里,让我献上一支心灵的鲜花,向您表达衷心的祝愿。
  用满天彩霞谱写颂歌,用遍地鲜花编织诗篇,也表不尽我们对老师节日的祝贺!
  “桃李满天下”,是教师的荣耀。--值此日丽风清、秋实累累的园丁佳节,敬祝老师康乐如意,青春永葆!
  我不是您最出色的学生,而您却是我最尊敬的老师。在您的节日里,我要把一份崇高的敬意献给您。

英文版:

Mountain village teachers, standing on the mountain, majestic bone straight as pine, noble soul brilliant like Xia.

From the candlelight out of the indefatigable figure, in the sun to prop up a piece of knowledge of the green shade; a group of brilliant words across the mountains and rivers, through the hard blackboard, past the panting tables and chairs, the dilapidated classroom, a large area of the fortress of poverty and ignorance.

Dressed in the eyes of the villagers, like wisps of sunshine, a cavity of love and sincerity of the flame in the heart burning like mountain flowers.

Every time the bell rings, the plow edge of the language will be across the rigid heart, in the Langlang sound of reading cultivates a green dream.

At the bottom of pure eyes, there are dozens of childlike innocence, and the soft waves reflect the wings of young eagles.

Confront poverty, look at ignorance, follow the mountains, ah, mountain village teacher, you fold poverty and ignorance in the textbook, and walk up to a spiritual highland in poverty.

There are sunshine, rain and dew, and the figure of silent cultivation.

Oh, teacher, you hold on to the image of a cow. You have worked hard for dozens of years. Even if your temples are gray, the maple leaves are the most red in autumn. So, you absorb the spirit of spring silkworm, let the motherland put on a beautiful brocade. Your heart is selfless and wide.

You know the weight of being a teacher. Poverty and loneliness, flowers and praise, are indifferent to see off, the soul, such as boundless wilderness. The fragrance of peach garden is the most pleasant, and the gardener's heart flower is more beautiful. When you lower your head, the soil is clear and fragrant; when you hold up your chest, the bright red sun will smile.

"When the silkworms die in spring, the wax torch turns grey and tears dry." Oh, this is the soul of the gardener who can never be destroyed!

Class is like a strange home, no bed, no three meals a day In this family, the teacher is a kind mother, and we are all active and lively children. It is the mother's credit that we can grow up healthily every day In September and autumn, teachers are the theme of this season, and the atmosphere is filled with feelings of gratitude. Respecting teachers and teaching is an eternal virtue. All teachers in the past, now and in the future should enjoy reverence and blessing.

For everyone, the teacher is the most worthy of our respect and gratitude in our life from naughty children to green and astringent youth to elegant youth. Although they lived a miserable life, they were deeply in love with the future of the motherland and connected with the hearts of their students. Although it was a small candle, they burned themselves and illuminated others. Teachers' day today, teachers smile the most beautiful, golden autumn and breeze bring good news of harvest; today, teachers please rest, gather into the sea of songs, into the laughter. Bright flowers, tiptoe to kiss you, sweet breath, enchanting, refreshing. Tears of joy, pour out the sweet heart, happy smile, full of obsession with the cause. A pair of clear and pure eyes, surging incomparable reverence and gratitude; dry heart, shed your hard sweat, your shoulder, we see the vast world.

Teacher -- you are like the drizzle in spring, moistening the flowers and irrigating the earth, while we are sucking the drizzle and growing up.

Teacher -- you are like a trace of wind in autumn, blowing the earth yellow, calling gold rice, and we have a bumper harvest.

Teacher: in my dark life, you have lit the brightest lamp for me;

Teacher -- you are my guide in my misty life;

Teacher -- in my bumpy life road, you have pointed out the direction for me to move forward;

Teacher -- you gave me a pair of powerful wings, let me travel in the world of knowledge!

You present a flower, I offer a flower, let's weave a big wreath, dedicated to the dear teacher and mother. It is you who give the seeds, the warmth of the sun; it is you who irrigate the seedlings with sweat.

Your eyes are like bright stars, twinkling with charming brilliance; your singing is like a spring stream, bringing joy to everyone.

No matter where we go, always remember your feelings; no matter where we go. Always remember your words.

No matter where we go, always remember your love; no matter where we go

If we don't praise you, we should add our love to your heart. In this unusual Festival, give our deep blessing!

Every year, I send you the first ray of spring and New Year card together; my dear teacher, may spring always be with you!

Gardener -- a noble title. Look at the flowers blooming on the branches, which are poured with your hard sweat. Wish you: peach and plum all over the world, spring everywhere!

The sun is shining, and the gardener's heart is warm in spring; the rain and dew are moistening, and the buds of peach and plum branches are red. --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 the spring rain, moistening and nurturing peaches and plums, and the land of China is full of fragrance. In this festive Festival, let me present a flower of my heart to express my sincere wishes to you.

We can't express our congratulations on the teacher's holiday by composing carols with colorful clouds and weaving poems with flowers everywhere!

"Peaches and plums all over the world" is the glory of teachers. --On this beautiful day and fruitful autumn gardener's festival, I wish the teacher happiness and youth forever!

I am not your best student, but you are my most respected teacher. In your festival, I would like to give you a high respect.