We nourish the true feelings of the world,
How many times have I fallen asleep with a feeling of happiness,
How many times I imagined the future with tears in my eyes.
On the road of our growth, there are too many people to be grateful for.
There is a saying that is the kindest, a phone call that is the most beautiful, and a person that should be thanked the most.
Yes-"teacher"!
Thanks to the teacher-who lit a bright lamp for me on my dark road of life;
Thanks to the teacher-gave me a pair of powerful wings, let me travel in the world of knowledge!
Thank you-my beloved teacher!
You silently put the spirit of selfless dedication into practice;
Mosquito bites in summer night, accompanied by cold wind in winter;
Busy during the day, under the lights at night.
When students feel empty, you provide them with a rich spiritual feast;
When students encounter setbacks, you help them raise the sails of hope;
When students lose confidence, you light the flame of confidence for him;
When a student is conceited, you help him get back his promise;
When a student suddenly falls ill, you take him to the hospital in no hurry.
365 days and nights a year, you don't have a moment to enjoy leisure.
You are the sunshine in spring, and every grass and tree has bathed in your warmth;
You are the rain after a long drought, and every seedling has tasted your sweetness.
You are a surging sea, with a broad mind and a hundred rivers of capacity.
You are the beacon of navigation, shining on every ship in the dark night;
You are a bee, collecting pollen, but brewing the most beautiful sweetness in the world;
You are a strict teacher, you are a loving mother, you are a shining flame, and the light of love bathes every child's heart.
Because of you, we have moved from childish to mature;
Because of you, people have rediscovered their value and dignity;
Because of you, the education buildings in * * * and China can stand tall and soar;
Because of you, the blueprint of modernization can be colorful;
Teacher! You have worked hard! We pay high tribute to you!
Teacher, you have worked hard! We will always thank you!
Teachers are regarded as people who teach culture and technology, generally referring to people who are worth learning in some aspects. A person who teaches students knowledge is regarded as a person who teaches culture and technology, and generally refers to a person who is worth learning in some way. The word "teacher" originally refers to an elderly and experienced scholar, and later people who teach students are also called "teachers". "Teacher" said: "Teacher, so preach and teach." Teachers are the guides of students' learning, life and direction.
According to this standard, a teacher should be upright before teaching others. The word "teacher" can be decomposed. China has always admired Laozi's thoughts and philosophy, and Laozi pays special attention to the cultivation of virtue, and this "old" represents "virtue", so the teacher need not elaborate.
Tearful poetry reading, mom, don't cry.
Mom, don't cry. I don't feel any pain now.
Don't look at me again, you will remember it all your life.
The earthquake came so suddenly.
There is nothing to hide.
The surviving classmates are really enviable.
At that moment, the desire to survive was strong but helpless.
Mom, don't cry. I can't go with you anymore.
With so many people accompanying me, I won't be lonely.
But I'm worried about your tears.
How I hope you can be happy.
How I want to honor my parents when I grow up.
I really don't want to take this step earlier.
Mom, don't cry. The earth was angry because of the earthquake.
Maybe it was a moment of confusion.
Hurt so many innocent people.
I am just a pawn in misfortune.
There are more terrible people.
Tears can't lift my concrete.
Mom, don't cry and stop hugging my little body.
I don't have the past temperature
Breathing and heartbeat stopped.
Please put on my favorite clothes and bring me my favorite books.
If there is an institution of higher learning in heaven.
I will tell you the score of the exam in my dream.
Mom, don't cry. Natural and man-made disasters are toxic to the holy spirit.
Your weak body can't stop.
As long as you're alive, mom
It's a blessing from God.
because of you
Every year, Tomb-Sweeping Day shovels more dirt on the tomb.
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Mom, don't cry.
Mom, don't cry, I went to heaven,
When the earth vibrates with a loud noise,
I saw you collapsed on the noisy playground,
The heartbreaking cry is still in my ears.
Mom, don't cry, I went to heaven,
The stars in the sky are your tears,
I'm not a lonely wanderer in the dark,
The students sang hoarsely hand in hand.
Mom, don't cry, I went to heaven,
The teacher said there were no more birds and flowers.
So I don't want to look back,
Green water and green hills are desolate.
Mom, don't cry, I went to heaven,
It's just that I can't give up my dream,
Help me collect my beautiful schoolbag,
I heard my sister's book in the ruins.
Mom, don't cry, I went to heaven,
Unfortunately, I can't wait to see the green military uniform.
I also want to finish the homework assigned by the teacher.
Memories of blackboards, books and classrooms
Mom, don't cry, I went to heaven,
Don't be naughty, I don't want to break your heart,
I will firmly remember the way you smile,
I will snuggle up to your warm chest in the afterlife.
Mom, don't cry, I went to heaven,
There is always hope for a life with light.
Open your eyes, I want to see you alive and strong,
Your love will always light my way. ...
Cui tearfully recited the prose "The Story of Three Bags of Rice"
This is a true story. This is a poor family. No sooner had my son entered primary school than my father died. The girls helped each other and gently sent their father away with a pile of loess.
The mother did not remarry, but took pains to pull her son. At that time, there was no electricity in the village My son reads aloud and draws pictures under the oil lamp every night. My mother took a needle and thread and gently and carefully sewed maternal love into her son's clothes. Day after day, year after year, when the awards were hung on two colorful walls, my son grew up like bamboo in spring. Looking at his son who is half a head taller than himself, the wrinkles in his eyes are full of smiles.
The trees all over the mountains are in autumn, and my son was admitted to the county key no.1 middle school. My mother suffers from severe rheumatism, so she can't do farm work, and sometimes she doesn't even have enough to eat. At that time, in No.1 Middle School, students took 30 kilograms of rice to the canteen every month. Knowing that his mother couldn't figure it out, the son said, "Mom, I want to quit school and help you with farm work." The mother touched her son's head and said lovingly, "My mother is really happy that you have this heart, but you have to study." Don't worry, your mother will have a way to support you when she gives birth. You go to school to register first, and I'll deliver rice later. "The son stubbornly said no, the mother said no, and the son still saidno. The mother waved a rough slap and actually hit her in the face. This is the first time that a 16-year-old son was beaten. ...
My son finally went to school. Looking at his distant back, my mother was silently meditating.
Not long after, a late mother arrived in the dining hall of County No.1 Middle School. She limped into the door and panted heavily as she unloaded a bag of rice from her shoulder. Master Xiong, who is responsible for the registration of the palm scale, opened the bag and grabbed a handful of rice and looked at it. He frowned and said, "Your parents always like to take advantage of small things. You see, there are early rice, middle rice, late rice and polished rice here, which simply makes our canteen a miscellaneous rice barrel. " Mother blushed and even said she was sorry. Master Xiong accepted it without saying anything. Mother took out a small cloth bag and said, "Master, this is 5 yuan, which is my son's living expenses this month.". Please give it to him. " Master Xiong took it and shook it. The coins in it jingled. He joked, "What, you sell tea eggs in the street?" Mother's face turned red again. She stammered thanks and limped away.
At the beginning of another month, my mother walked into the canteen with a bag of rice on her back. Master Xiong opened the bag to see the rice as usual, his brow furrowed, and it was still mottled rice. He wondered if he didn't make it clear to his mother last time, so he slowly said to her, "We will accept any rice. But the varieties should be separated and must not be mixed together, otherwise they will not be cooked and the cooked rice will be raw. I won't accept it next time. " Mother asked with some trepidation, "Master, my meal is like this. What should I do? " Master Xiong smiled and asked, "Can you grow a hundred kinds of rice on an acre of land in your home? Too funny. " Being robbed, my mother didn't dare to say anything, and Master Xiong ignored her.
At the beginning of the third month, my mother came again. Master Xiong flew into a rage when he saw rice. In an almost irrational tone, he angrily scolded, "Hey, how can you be stubborn when I say you are a mother?" Why is it still mixed rice? You, how did you recite it today, or how did you recite it! "
Mother seems to have anticipated it. She knelt down in front of Master Xiong. Two lines of tears welled up in her sunken eyes: "Master, let me tell you the truth. I pleaded ... for this meal! " Master Xiong was surprised, his eyes widened and he couldn't speak for a long time.
Mother sat on the ground, rolled up her trouser legs, revealing a pair of stiff and deformed legs, swollen into a spindle shape ... Mother wiped a handful of tears and said, "I have difficulty walking in the late stage of rheumatism, let alone farming." My son is sensible and wants to drop out of school to help me. I fanned him to school ... "
She explained to Master Xiong that she had always kept secrets from the villagers, and she was even more afraid that her son would know and hurt her self-esteem. Every day at dawn, she quietly went to beg in the village more than ten miles away with empty rice bags and sticks, and then sneaked into the village after dark. She collected rice and sent it to school at the beginning of the month ... My mother was talking, and Master Xiong was already in tears. He lifted his mother up and said, "Good mother, I'll tell the headmaster at once to let the school donate money to your family." The mother shook her hand in panic and said, "No, no, if my son knew that his mother was begging him for an education, it would ruin his self-esteem." Affect his poor study. I appreciate the kindness of my host, please keep it a secret for me, remember to remember! "
Mother limped away.
The headmaster finally learned about it and quietly reduced his son's tuition and living expenses for three years in the name of poor students. Three years later, my son was admitted to Tsinghua University with a score of 627. On the day of seeing the graduates off, the county No.1 middle school was noisy with gongs and drums, and the principal specially invited the mother's son to the podium. I've been wondering all my life: how did you invite me to the stage when several students got high marks? What is even more surprising is that there are three bulging snakeskin bags piled on the stage. At this point, Master Xiong came to the stage and told the story of a mother begging for food for her children. The audience was silent. The headmaster pointed to three snakeskin bags and said emotionally, "This is the three bags of rice that my mother got in the story. This is the food that money cannot buy in the world. Please welcome this great mother to the stage. "
The son looked back doubtfully and saw Master Xiong helping his mother to move to the stage step by step. We don't know what our son was thinking at that moment, and I believe that the shock to him is no less than the stormy waves. As a result, the warmest family scene in the world was staged. Mother and son looked at each other. Mother's eyes were warm and soft, and a lock of gray hair was scattered on her forehead. The son pounced on her and hugged her, crying and saying, "Mom, Mom ..."
I am eager for touching recitation, and I want to strive for a tearful poem soundtrack-child, hold your mother's hand! (Wenchuan earthquake, listen once and cry once)
"Son, grab mom's hand! The way to heaven, it's too dark, and mom is afraid that you will touch your head. Come on, hold your mother's hand and let her go with you!
Mom, be afraid. The road to heaven is too dark. I can't see your hands. Since the collapsed wall took away the sunshine, I can't see your gentle eyes anymore.
Children, you go, the road ahead, no more sadness, no more endless textbooks and dad's fists. You should remember what my father and I look like and go together in the afterlife.
Mom, don't worry, the road to heaven is a bit crowded, and there are many classmates and friends. We said, don't cry, anyone's mother is our mother, and any child is a mother's child. Without me, please give your love to the living children.
Mom, don't cry. Tears can't light our way. Let's walk slowly. Mom, I will remember you and dad, remember our agreement, and go together in the afterlife! "
-This is a short message sent to the website by Su Shansheng, a 24-year-old Shandong youth. To Su Shansheng's surprise, this short message was published in nearly 100 newspapers all over the country, read aloud by TV hosts with tears, adapted into MTV by enthusiastic netizens, composed and sung by many musicians many times, and even the poem was published in a full page in French newspapers. It is said that Chen Tianqiao, president of Shanda, burst into tears after reading this poem, and immediately made a decision to donate another 6 million yuan. This poem is therefore called "the most expensive text" by many netizens.
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Good wishes!
It is a gift from God that we can come to this world and appreciate the ups and downs on the road of life. We can come to our parents and read their love and care for us carefully. This is a gift from God. Maybe we will complain that God is unfair to us: Why do others wear famous brands and use them, but we use them so badly? Maybe we will be grateful, grateful to God for bringing us into this world, grateful to our parents, and grateful to them for their meticulous care. Gratitude, like a warm flame, feels warm when we are hungry and cold; Gratitude, like a ray of bright sunshine, makes us feel glory and happiness in the dark; Gratitude is like a warm breeze, which permeates our souls, gives us comfort and strength, and inspires us to shoulder heavy burdens bravely.
Love is infinite. While appreciating and thanking people for their love and concern, don't forget to say "thank you" and thank those who give us strength. They silently support us behind our backs and encourage us to move on on the tortuous road of life. Encourage us to move forward towards difficulties.
Know how to be grateful, learn to be grateful, and make our world more brilliant.
How to make a sentence that makes people cry? He told me a tearful story.
About "touching", sometimes it is personal experience, so it comes from the heart and is not artificial.