獻給老師的詩歌朗誦（精選5篇）

獻給老師的詩歌朗誦 篇1

當我走在成長的道路中

學會正直行走

是你用真誠的教導來指引

做人

學知識

懂得了道德仁義的可貴

沒有您

我的老師

人間將缺多少明禮

為人誠信

與人為善

授業解惑

知恩圖報

是你教育我們

真善美

植在心間

獻給老師的詩歌朗誦 篇2

中秋節的味道 作者：古茶樹

離中秋節還有一個多月

街頭就看到月餅的影子

嚼着杏花樓飄香的月餅

嚐到中秋節的味道

想象中秋匆匆的腳步就來了

勾起一輪明月掛在天穹

閃現光輝，帶出年輪

小時候的記憶浮現

月亮走，我也走

心思跟着月亮跑

跑出山谷跑出村莊

城市的月光很圓很美

月宮裏傳説一直在上演

中秋月圓時你就會回來

把思念遙寄給遠方親人

獻給老師的詩歌朗誦 篇3

天使的腳步

——獻給護士節

春天，您邁着温暖的腳步走來，

輕聲細語中，

讓我們忘了吃藥的苦，

忘了打針的疼。

夏天，您邁着熱情的腳步走來，

笑容滿面中，

讓我們忘了生病的愁，

忘了住院的煩。

秋天，您邁着沉穩的腳步走來，

有條不紊中，

給我們帶來了戰勝疾病的勇氣，

帶來了恢復健康的信心。

冬天，您邁着嚴謹的腳步走來，

從容不迫中，

給我們帶來了救治生命的希望，

帶來了幸福美好的明天。

深夜，病房裏有您輕盈的腳步，

我們在您的細心巡視中安然熟睡。

白天，病房裏有您忙碌的腳步，

我們在您的精心護理下逐漸康復。

不管是春夏秋冬，

不管是黑夜白晝，

您的腳步不停地穿梭在病房裏面，

時光的腳步不停地穿梭在您身上。

護士服裏的身姿不再那麼挺拔，

餛飩帽裏的青絲添了些許華髮。

您用天使的腳步詮釋了永恆的青春，

我們用永恆的感謝銘記了崇高的您。

獻給您，光榮的護士節!

獻給您，敬愛的天使們!

獻給老師的詩歌朗誦 篇4

Companionship of Books

A man may usually be known by the books he reads as well as by the company he keeps; for there is a companionship of books as well as of men; and one should always live in the best company, whether it be of books or of men.

A good book may be among the best of friends. It is the same today that it always was, and it will never change. It is the most patient and cheerful of companions. It does not turn its back upon us in times of adversity or distress. It always receives us with the same kindness; amusing and instructing us in youth, and comforting and consoling us in age.

Men often discover their affinity to each other by the mutual love they have for a book just as two persons sometimes discover a friend by the admiration which both entertain for a third. There is an old proverb, ‘Love me, love my dog.” But there is more wisdom in this:” Love me, love my book.” The book is a truer and higher bond of union. Men can think, feel, and sympathize with each other through their favorite author. They live in him together, and he in them.

A good book is often the best urn of a life enshrining the best that life could think out; for the world of a man’s life is, for the most part, but the world of his thoughts. Thus the best books are treasuries of good words, the golden thoughts, which, remembered and cherished, become our constant companions and comforters.

Books possess an essence of immortality. They are by far the most lasting products of human effort. Temples and statues decay, but books survive. Time is of no account with great thoughts, which are as fresh today as when they first passed through their author’s minds, ages ago. What was then said and thought still speaks to us as vividly as ever from the printed page. The only effect of time have been to sift out the bad products; for nothing in literature can long survive e but what is really good.

Books introduce us into the best society; they bring us into the presence of the greatest minds that have ever lived. We hear what they said and did; we see the as if they were really alive; we sympathize with them, enjoy with them, grieve with them; their experience becomes ours, and we feel as if we were in a measure actors with them in the scenes which they describe.

The great and good do not die, even in this world. Embalmed in books, their spirits walk abroad. The book is a living voice. It is an intellect to which on still listens.

獻給老師的詩歌朗誦 篇5

《人生覓處，擱一絲淺墨》

作者：淡閒

曾嚮往，才華橫溢的詩人指尖的一觸而蹴;曾嚮往，展翅高飛的鳥兒眼裏的千山萬水;曾嚮往，美麗夜市的戀人牽手的甜蜜幸福。

可向往終究只是嚮往，沒有現實的基墊，永遠也無法摘到心裏的繁星。

人生就是這樣充滿遺憾，在忙忙碌碌中開始，在忙忙碌碌中結束，跌跌起伏，在充滿未知中逐漸迷失在了幻想的世界裏，淪為了金錢的奴隸。

人總喜歡追求沒有的，忽略已有的，被淺墨渲染的人生就像是一幅山水畫，處處詩意，卻又處處失意。留連於紅塵俗世中詼諧擱淺的幸福。

也許，淚沉靜在眼中等待着滑落的時節;也許，夢停留在彼岸展望着清醒的一刻;也許，心激動在即將成就着輝煌的流年。

人生有多少憂傷暗含其中?又有多少歡笑徘徊腦海?

寫不盡的憂、梳不清的愁、填不滿的愛、聽不完的笑，一起構成了人生的五顏六色。

一滴淺墨停留在了筆尖，等待揮灑的一刻，成就絢麗的畫卷。