GOAL THY GOAL HOSPITAL SCHEDULE QUANG Ca Tru - Singing
Muuu: Proud in two words Teachers A generation of teaching and loving students is tolerant, strict, caring For many generations of students to grow up and be wise.
Say: The craft of cultivating people, building personality Compile the curriculum, wake up early late.dig and recover.Up to the hour, come to the hour to share Every word of the word, each patriotic poem of Cau Kieu crosses the river several beats.That teacher-lover is engraved with the first lesson from the time he was a child, spending money and money.grow up to be rich, remember teachers, remember each lesson Under the roof of the innocent age.Proud in two words Teacher! 11.2025
TEACHER ON BACH LONG VI ISLAND, HOAI KHANH
The sea lanterns are content to be carried out in the sky The night is filled with sleep and brings the wind.
There are people by the small tabletop to prepare lectures at the beach The two days of taking the island as a house Teaching the children of the fishing village to collect each word.She stands there like a sails carrying the wind.Carrying childhood dreams to travel all over the sky.The island home is on the slope playing on the flower, drinking the purple sea in the words of the teacher.The seabir calls the spring to be bright, Sowing seeds of knowledge from the sea The appearance is fragrant, soaked with a smile.She stands on the salty layer of the scent of the sea.Each lecture brings the early sunlight.Helping children to school to see the beautiful island of Bach Long Vi nowhere is far away.The warmest place is because of the spirit of the people's heart is the green sea.The heart of the island is like a giant, the morning is bright and the waves are in the sky. 11.2025
THORN SCHEDULE HONG QUANG According to you - a gentle teacher I visit the classroom built on the hillside I am poetic and smiling.
My eyes are moved by every word you give...
sentences about the highland villages Like a cool stream bathing in the dry land of Mong Mound, the misty wind passing.I sow the sun - take a boat through the clouds.I leave the city to love the village like a tree with a forest.Going through Nam Tang, the Chung Chieu River, the mountain roof falls, the belly is swollen, the apricot of the apricot is blown with a lot of words, filled with love.A mountains of rocks are full of words, filled with love.A mountains of rocks are full of red mist.The new village is in the sunlight.The misty wind passing through the season.The flowers of the mountains are planted - flowing flowers of love.The mountains of flowers are like the morning of the sky, the mountains of the mountains are in the sky, the mountains of the mountains are floating in the morning, the mountains are floating in the morning.
THER RISE There are millions of colors in the world The dust in me is so profound!
Dust is like the color of clouds on the head of a teacher, the dream of many generations.
Dust is like a foundation for my Fatherland!
The time when the dust fell has passed.
The first lesson of my day in the class of Literature, I was excited to write the name of the Fatherland.
Dust was excited to put up the image of the People.
I cried before the dust of excitement.
It was a difficult problem when I encountered an article describing the homeland, the land...When I was away from teachers, friends, and the books of the army...I brought dust and dust all over the world.Entering the mine basement, construction site, factory...The dust and dust went to the battlefield together to beat the enemy.Every war artist had dust contributed together.Dust and dust taught us to love Vietnam, know how to live and die to build and protect.Even though life was white, black, dark, and dusty...There was no way to remove the dust in me.Although tomorrow, tomorrow, there is no more dust falling on the hair, the teachers have only contributed dust to make a living moment.But now, there is a time to prepare.11.2025
WORK WORK These tears are real From the heart of a child - a bird far from home for many years, now returning to find the Doctor still waiting for the wind of November to touch the breath of winter The street is cold, the heart of a person is not cold I know there is a warm place The teacher's arms - the place of seeking love The wings of the sky from all over the world still keep in the heart the shape of a childhood The rivers that go with the youth Going back and return to the sea are tolerant There are feet that remember a road and have a more steady path The feet are lost and the path is lost.
Then return to find yourself in the song of the most beautiful teacher is the tears of a student On the shoulders of a teacher, the happy day of a happy 40 - still feel a child at the beginning of the year The childhood of a child is still in the heart of a child The river leaves leave the river and the child return to the sea with the feet of a patient heart From the feet of a teacher, the path of a friendless life is more firm.11.2025
WHITE POWDER PILLS LONG DINH KHOA
I lay still, the pure cylindrical block Mineral sleep, waiting for the person to wake up to be white of the virgin, with the scent of soil, a little mist early hugging human knowledge - every obvious truth I come to you in the dawn of the lesson When the thought has just turned into an open heart rolling on a quiet blackboard The truth is explained under the eyes of the burning fire I and my teacher have gone through many recipes of worries throughout the night, the light of the light of the light The thousand fragile souls need to draw the road...
The month of the teacher's fingers are diligent in the hands The layer of white dust is also colored with sports When understanding the rules, exposing the laws, exposing the life of the dust grains, the teacher's intelligence is the sleeping soul in the middle of the season I - the witness witness the preservation of the words of the book The morning of the soul of the poor soul - The moment the soul of the poor soul is in the sky - The moment the heart of the poor person is in the heart of the poor person - The moment the teacher's heart is in the heart is in the heart of the heart. 11.2025