Top 18 Most Memorable and Meaningful Dance and Performance Ideas for Teacher's Day 20/11

Lyrics:

Today, I head to school

With bright eyes full of joy beside my teachers

You fill me with endless songs of love

Such love, it has no bounds... As vibrant as a perfect 10

How beautiful the future tomorrow is

How I adore my teachers

For you have nurtured us through the years

Each lesson, like a blossoming flower

Flourishing under the sun, its fragrance carried by the breeze

On the path that teachers walk

A thousand stars shining brightly throughout the night

This song I sing, remembering your sacrifices

My teachers, who shaped me into who I am today

The lyrics capture the heartfelt emotions students have for their teachers. The gratitude for the nurturing of our educators is something we never forget, even as we grow older. That's why this song is often the background music for many Teacher's Day dance performances.

Lyrics:

Happy to be back to school, happy to be back to school,

The sunlight sparkles through the trees.

This notebook and pen, I carry with me!

I'm heading to school, happy to be heading to school,

Singing loud in the backseat of Dad’s car

Mom smiles and waves as she sends me off to class.

Today, the teacher shows me how to be a good, obedient student,

Learning valuable lessons from life’s journey.

We play so many games with friends, laughing brightly,

And before we know it, time passes so quickly,

I can't wait to return to school tomorrow, full of joy!

'Back to School with Joy' is a delightful and meaningful song. It is a perfect choice for a dance performance to celebrate Teacher's Day on 20/11. With its cheerful melody and pure, heartfelt lyrics, this will surely be a wonderful performance that students should consider for the occasion.

Lyrics:

I planted a rose vine in front of my house

I saved a flower for my kind teacher

The flowers bloom, competing with vibrant colors and scents

But the most fragrant is the rose I give to you

The rose, I planted it for you

The petals shine as bright as a celebration

Its fragrance is cool and gentle, like the love you give us

This rose, it’s my heartfelt gift for you

Given with love, from a mother’s gentle hands

Those tender hands that care for us so kindly

The rose, I planted it for you

The petals shine as bright as a celebration

Its fragrance is cool and gentle, like the love you give us

This rose, it’s my heartfelt gift for you

Given with love, from a mother’s gentle hands

These lyrics express the gratitude students feel for their teachers. From university students to younger pupils, everyone wants to offer the most beautiful flowers as a token of their appreciation. This message of love and gratitude is beautifully conveyed in the song 'The Rose for the Teacher' by composer Trần Quang Huy. With its gentle, joyful, and playful lyrics, the song captures the bond between teachers and students, and it's a popular choice for Teacher's Day performances on 20/11.

Lyrics:

Ho ho ho ho
Ho ho ho ho.
Ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho.
Ho ho ho ho.
Ho ho ho ho ho...

But the silent boatmen, like the river carrying heavy silt, like a song without words, the teacher spends their life with the lesson plans.

Like a sail carrying great aspirations, like the simple life of a teacher at the lectern, the teacher silently serves their beloved students, always silently beside the lesson plan of life...

I wish to be the wind..., I wish to be the rain, to cool the summer nights, I wish to be the night, to stay awake with the teacher forever. Silver hair with time, for the beloved students, igniting in me, the heart of a soldier.

I wish to harmonize the song, I wish to harmonize the tune, singing forever about the teacher, the teacher is poetry, the teacher is music, vast and endless, the teacher is the song I sing forever without end. But the silent boatmen, like the river carrying heavy silt, like a song without words, the teacher spends their life with the lesson plans.

Like a sail carrying great aspirations, like the simple life of a teacher at the lectern, the teacher silently serves their beloved students, always silently beside the lesson plan of life... I wish to be the wind..., I wish to be the rain, to cool the summer nights, I wish to be the night, to stay awake with the teacher forever. Silver hair with time, for the beloved students, igniting in me, the heart of a soldier. I wish to harmonize the song, I wish to harmonize the tune, singing forever about the teacher, the teacher is poetry, the teacher is music, vast and endless, the teacher is the song I sing forever without end.

“To cross, build a bridge with care, To master knowledge, love your teachers.” This well-known folk proverb has become a core value in the Vietnamese culture, emphasizing the importance of teachers in shaping generations of students. Teachers are like boatmen who silently transport students across the river of knowledge, they are the ones who help us reach the shores of success. Without the guidance of teachers, would we have been able to achieve anything? Would anyone have found their way to the future without their light? All of these meanings are encapsulated in the song 'The Silent Boatman.'

'The wind sweeps down the hills, over fields and valleys,
The sun fades on the leaves as evening falls,
The sound of a Mường Luông girl’s song, echoing through the vast forests, over streams, hills, and leaf-filled groves.'

The lyrics of 'Afternoon in the Highland Village' always transport listeners into the breathtaking natural landscape, leaving behind the hustle and bustle of life. The cheerful voices of the young girls in the highland villages, the pristine beauty of the Central Highlands forests, are what we feel. Because of this, it’s one of the most famous music pieces to be choreographed into traditional dance performances, and it is also a popular choice for many classes to perform on Teacher’s Day, 20/11.

Lyrics:

The tamarind tree sways gently in the wind,

A carefree song echoes through the leaves,

I’m happy when everyone around me says,

I'm the devil, and the ghost is second!

I’m always carefree, thinking about the future,

The world will always open up to welcome me,

With sunlight and wind, my steps are light, ready to greet the new day.

School days bring joy and some silly quarrels,

A smile melts away all difficulties,

I tease my friends and worry my teachers,

But I just shrug and don’t give any reason.

Confidently, I step ahead, surrounded by

Eyes that forever follow me, watching me from the horizon.

Brightening up... oh oh...

[Chorus:]

And I always carry so much love,

So much joy, so many songs I sing,

For life, for the new day, it’s full of colors around me,

Without shame, without hesitation, without worries,

That’s truly me.

The many dreams of childhood,

Oh, innocence, oh, naivety, so clueless,

Who knows that these things will shine bright in the future,

When joy and success belong to me,

Why be shy about the name: The Devil and the Ghost.

Lyrics:

Here at school, my childhood dreams take flight,

The pages of books lead me toward the shores of a bright future,

Every morning when I go to school, I want to sing out in love,

My dreams for tomorrow, I’ll build a prosperous and beautiful homeland.

Here at school, my childhood dreams take flight,

The pages of books bring me warmth, the warmth of my homeland,

With love for my school, I call for all my dreams to fly with me,

Tomorrow’s dreams, I’ll build a prosperous and beautiful homeland.

Calling for the shimmering sunshine, the birds in the peaceful sky,

Calling for the warmth of love from friends around the world,

We’re together, let’s sing aloud!

Lighting up the countless dreams of childhood.

Calling for the shimmering sunshine, sweet lullabies of love,

Lighting up hearts still full of sorrow,

We’re together, in loving arms,

Giving wings to the thousand dreams of childhood.

Lyrics:

The scarf and traditional attire, ink and pen, my village teacher teaches the sacred and wise letters,

Beside the old communal house, the scent of betel leaf tiles, my village students diligently cultivate their wisdom.

The first word from the teacher, the halfway knowledge from the teacher.

The teacher’s love is as vast as the sea and the sky.

The knowledge the teacher shares, with every step I take toward my exams,

Bringing me fame, success, and the title of scholar.

With respect, I return home with honor, never forgetting my teacher’s kindness.

The river flows from the source, teaching wisdom that has lasted forever.

The teachings of heaven, earth, and nature,

Time will endure, as will the teachings passed from generation to generation.

Children and grandchildren inherit this sacred knowledge,

For home, for country, for society,

For every front and every future.

From oxen and horses to simple tools,

There’s wisdom in every moment of life.

For the learned, nothing is too difficult,

For those who seek, all will be revealed.

Lyrics:

The dew glistens over the green fields,

The stream flows gently down the hillside,

The Eban flower blooms white across the fields,

The excitement of the sun follows me to school.

Far off is our village,

Where the young teacher sings my song,

As I climb the hills and cross the streams,

I pluck a flower to give to my teacher.

Eh-eh, eh-eh, eh-eh, eh-eh, eh-eh, eh-eh.

Today, the flower I give to my teacher,

Is the flower of our village,

The Eban flower from our mountains,

As beautiful as my teacher in this distant village.

The Eban flower from our mountains,

As beautiful as my teacher in this distant village.

Eh-eh, eh-eh, eh-eh, eh-eh, eh-eh, eh-eh.

Lyrics:

Calligraphy, an art passed through thousands of years, depicts the vast mountains and rivers of the land.

It starts with the heart, the curved and straight strokes sketching the essence of a stranger... a stranger...

Calligraphy leans and sways, like a cup of wine, deep with affection for the homeland.

The strokes dance, listening to the legends... retelling...

The red of spring, like summer’s sun, the purple of autumn rain, the gold of falling leaves, and the white of winter clouds.

You are as gentle as the breeze, as refreshing as a flowing river, and my calligraphy... keeps flowing, merging together.

The fresh peach blossom blooms in the heart of the Vietnamese land, surrounded by silk and velvet.

Immaculate calligraphy, from wise hands.

The peaceful song echoes across the river, the moon, and the boatman’s longing.

The riverbank, the banyan tree, the old village.

The sun is the father, the earth is the mother.

Your face is like an oval, mine like a square.

Creating a dance performance with flowing movements set to the music of 'Calligraphy' is an excellent choice to celebrate Teacher’s Day on November 20th.

Lyrics:

I love my school, with so many dear friends,

And a teacher so kind, just like my love for the homeland,

Carrying my books to school, surrounded by endless love.

Here are the desks, the chairs, the books and notebooks,

The ink, the pens, the chalk, the blackboard,

The cheerful birds on the high branches,

The flag waving in the golden autumn sun,

Oh, how I love, how I cherish, our school.

I love my school, with so many dear friends,

And a teacher so kind, just like my love for the homeland,

Carrying my books to school, surrounded by endless love.

The red phoenix flowers bloom, the golden chrysanthemums shine,

The white lilies bloom, and the pink peach blossoms bloom,

Our school is like a garden of colorful flowers.

The good deeds, the spirit of Uncle Ho's children,

Oh, how I love, how I cherish, our school.

Lyrics:

In the village, nestled by the mountains,

Where the flowers bloom white across the forest,

Leaving my homeland, crossing streams and hills,

To light the flame of warmth for the young hearts,

Chasing away the cold winds of the frontier lands,

Bringing knowledge and love to everyone.

The steep cliffs do not tire my feet,

Look, the birds sing, guiding the way,

How beautiful, my teacher, like a mountain flower,

Listening to the sounds of the forest,

The stream babbling, joyfully leading my feet,

The clouds play, dancing with my hair,

Your lips, like fresh peach blossoms,

For tomorrow, as my students grow stronger,

Leaving the village, my teacher sets forth,

From the village, the birds spread their wings,

Under the bright spring sunshine.

Lyrics:

The birds call from the forest, urging the group, 'Hurry, hurry, let’s go down the mountain, let's go to school, the road to the school is still so long.'

Quick, quick, hurry up, friends, the teachers are waiting to greet us, from afar, hurr... hurr... hurr hurr...

Today, we're going to school far away, the road ahead may be near or far, but today, we're going to school far away, though the road is rough, I miss my village, my homeland, so much, so much, going to school, we carry back love and longing.

Like young birds on the high branches, learning to fly under the sky, birds spread their wings, hurr... hurr... hurr hurr...

Today, we're going to school far away, the road ahead may be near or far, but today, we're going to school far away.

Lyrics:

In the scorching midday sun, the schoolyard is filled with light, and a soft lullaby floats through the air, 'À ơi à ơi.' By the side of the young children, the teacher, like a mother, spreads her wings of love to protect them.

'À ơi à ơi,'

The countryside smells of sweet grass, the vast land and sky, the cool river flowing, and the green coconut trees swaying gently. The lullaby carries a magical world of wonders in its soft melody.

'À ơi à ơi,'

In the scorching midday sun, the schoolyard is filled with light, and a soft lullaby floats through the air, 'À ơi à ơi.' By the side of the young children, the teacher, like a mother, spreads her wings of love to protect them.

'À ơi à ơi,'

The countryside smells of sweet grass, the vast land and sky, the cool river flowing, and the green coconut trees swaying gently. The lullaby carries a magical world of wonders in its soft melody.

'À ơi à ơi,'

The countryside smells of sweet grass, the vast land and sky, the cool river flowing, and the green coconut trees swaying gently. The lullaby brings hope and dreams for the future, as the country grows stronger from this very land.

Lyrics:

The teacher tells of the moon from the old folk songs.

The teacher speaks of the rain over the fields of our homeland.

The golden crescent, divided in two, like the rains that fill the air, as the birds take flight.

But there's another moon.

Why didn't the teacher tell us about it?

On nights spent preparing lessons, beneath the dim golden moonlight.

And during the rains, why didn't the teacher tell us?

In the rainy season, the teacher struggles through the storm, coming early and leaving late, guiding us every day.

How many pieces of chalk? Why didn't the teacher mention it?

How many pieces of chalk? Why didn't the teacher mention it?

This song, with its soft and reflective melody, carries deep meaning. Through metaphors of the teacher and the lessons they impart, 'Things the Teacher Hasn't Told' has moved many listeners. The melody, gentle and easy to remember, lingers in the minds of all who hear it.

With its gentle music and heartfelt lyrics, 'Things the Teacher Hasn't Told' has been widely used for dance performances, especially to commemorate Teacher's Day on November 20th.

Lyrics:

Returning to the old school, filled with memories,

The figures of teachers linger, never leaving.

Our childhood years drift away with the phoenix flower,

The voices of our teachers echo forever...

I remember my teachers,

Guiding me to become who I am,

Helping me soar across the skies.

Now I return to visit my old school, which has grown older with time.

I search for my teachers, after so many years, their hair now turned gray.

Back at the school, I see the place where I once dreamed. Where are my teachers now?

And in my heart, I hear the voices of my teachers.

This song, with its joyful and soothing lyrics, expresses deep gratitude to the beloved teachers. It honors the dedication and hard work of each teacher and the bittersweet emotions of students returning to their alma mater, where their teachers' hair has turned silver. This song, performed by the group Mắt Ngọc, has been very successful and beloved by many young people. It is certainly a must-include in any list of best dance performances for November 20th.

Lyrics:

Oh, my old school, do you still remember me?

It's been such a long time since I last visited.

The phoenix flowers from back then are blooming once more,

But the version of me from those days is nowhere to be found.

Teachers, do you still remember me?

The mischievous student, full of energy and playfulness,

Who was showered with love and care from you all.

Now I’ve grown, but those old memories are still as fresh as ever!

Old memories that will never fade,

It's hard to believe that I'm standing here now.

I was just that innocent child from back then,

Guided with love and care by my teachers.

Now, my friends have all scattered across the globe,

And so many words of love still remain unspoken.

The white sleeve in the distance, at the end of the schoolyard... now twinkles... in my dreams.

Oh, my old school, do you still remember me?

It's been such a long time since I last visited.

The phoenix flowers from back then are blooming once more,

But the version of me from those days is nowhere to be found.

Teachers, do you still remember me?

The mischievous student, full of energy and playfulness,

Who was showered with love and care from you all.

Now I’ve grown, but those old memories are still as fresh as ever!

Old memories that will never fade,

It's hard to believe that I'm standing here now.

I was just that innocent child from back then,

Guided with love and care by my teachers.

Now, my friends have all scattered across the globe,

And so many words of love still remain unspoken.

The white sleeve in the distance, at the end of the schoolyard... now twinkles... in my dreams.

School days are forever tied to the pure white uniform, representing innocence, carefree joy, and a gentle spirit. The white uniform is closely linked with our teachers, friends, and the classroom. No matter how much time passes, the image of the white sleeve in the schoolyard, along with all its accompanying memories, will forever stay in our hearts. Composer Tăng Nhật Tuệ beautifully captures these emotions in his song 'The Dreaming Sleeve.'