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Illustrative image sourced from the internet.2. Poem: The Preschool Teacher
Once upon a time in a bustling city, there was a young artist who dreamed of painting the sky with vibrant hues. Every stroke of their brush was a dance of passion and creativity, bringing life to the canvas in ways unimaginable.
In the heart of a mystical forest, where whispers of ancient trees echoed through the air, a lone wanderer sought solace in the embrace of nature. With each step, they discovered the untold stories woven into the fabric of the wilderness.
Lost in the labyrinth of time, a traveler traversed the sands of history, seeking fragments of forgotten tales buried beneath the sands of antiquity. Amidst the ruins, they found remnants of civilizations long past, each whispering secrets of bygone eras.Amidst the bustling city streets, a gathering of minds convened under the watchful gaze of innovation. Ideas sparked like fireworks, illuminating the path to collective progress.
In the heart of tradition, where echoes of ancient wisdom resound, a journeyman of words weaves tales of seasons past. Each verse a testament to the enduring spirit of resilience and camaraderie.
Lost in the melody of time, a solitary troubadour strums the chords of memory, composing a symphony of gratitude. Each note a tribute to the bonds of yesteryears, anchored in the sands of gratitude.
Immersed in the digital tapestry of the internet, an array of captivating images dances across the screen, each a portal to untold stories and unseen worlds.In the realm of imagination, where dreams take flight on the wings of words, a poet pens verses that echo with the laughter of children and the whispers of innocence.
Enveloped in the tender embrace of childhood, a symphony of learning and play unfolds. Each moment a lesson, each interaction a melody, weaving the tapestry of tomorrow.
In the vast expanse of cyberspace, an endless stream of visual narratives unfolds, each image a window into realms both familiar and fantastical.
Lost in the digital wilderness, amidst a sea of pixels and code, lies a treasure trove of visual poetry, waiting to be discovered by intrepid explorers of the virtual realm.Amidst the chaos of pixels and bytes, a poetic ode to motherhood unfolds. Each verse a tribute to the tireless dedication and unwavering love of mothers who also serve as educators in the realm of early childhood.
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Illustration Image (Source: Internet)In the tranquility lies the beauty of momentary peace
Each day, I yearn for a moment of serenity, as I watch the sleeping children. Their cheeks plump like peaches, eyes fluttering in golden dreams.
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Illustration (Source: Internet)9. Poem: You Are the Preschool Teacher
In her twenties, she enters the profession with excitement.
When asked, 'What do you do?'
With a moment's pause, gently feminine,
She replies: 'I'm a preschool teacher.'
Everyone extols the noble teacher's profession.
Leisurely, lofty... she feels proud too.
At twenty-four, yet to become a mother.
Yet she's surrounded by a whole flock of children.
Her little ones, oh how they delight her,
All day with 'Yes, teacher,' 'Please,' and 'I understand.'
Though not a mother, she's already a mother.
Nurturing their meals and their innocent sleep.
So many children, yet she's just one.
The children are naive, while she's still in her twenties.
From teaching children to managing disputes.
From being a manager to being a mother.
Once she's done with motherhood, she returns to being a teacher.
That's her profession, dear.
If she misses an appointment or two, don't be upset or blame her.
She's already filled with love! Please love her back!
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Illustration photo (Source: internet)10. Poem: You are the preschool teacher
By Wholehearted
You nurture dreams for life
Nurturing every song, every innocent smile
Nurturing into the dreams
Like a Mother, boundlessly loving! You nurture thousands of affections
Tiny steps on the first path
You nurture gentle words
Fairy, the melody of the entire folk song land
You nurture sweet melodies
With vast sky, moon, stars, and rosy sunshine
You nurture lessons of the countryside
Homeland, rivers, peaceful streams
Nurturing on those beautiful lips
Knowing courtesy, and love
Simple, ordinary things
That you nurture into an entire garden of flowers
You nurture for yourself
Poetry, song, music, painting, broad vision
Hands of five years... blooming flowers
You cherish the steps of childhood... miraculous...!
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