Wish us a white road, my first teacher (scenario of the graduation party of 4th graders)

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Wish us a safe journey, my first teacher
(Scenario of the graduation party of 4th graders)
 
The event will be held on the school stage. It will be attended by 4th grade students, their teachers and presenters.
The school stage is decorated with various balloons and beautiful flowers in a special festive way.
1st starter: - Hello, dear teachers, dear students!
2nd starter: -Hello, dear parents, beloved grandmothers and grandfathers!
1st starter: - Today, 4th grade students finished their primary education. Today is a big holiday for them, a big celebration.
2st starter: - With your permission, let's join our circle now (students come to the stage to the sound of music).
2st starter:
-Sons and daughters of an independent country,
His face is red, sweet words,
The mind is thirsty for knowledge,
Charos's eyes smiling.
1st starter:
- You are the flower of our time,
Sayraki, your word nightingale,
Without the bright moon or the sun,
Applaud you old young man
1st starter:
- There have never been times like ours,
Independence has given us opportunities for science.
Spirituality, enlightenment-loving moments,
Welcome, dear teachers and guests!
(The English song "Welcome to you" is performed. Pupils carrying stamps, flags and pictures of cotton, wheat, and bread enter the stage. And they accompany using the dialogue method. they meet and introduce themselves).
Our Motherland is Independent Uzbekistan.
Our region is Fergana.
Our district is Uzbekistan
Our native village is Kushkonok
Our school is the 20th school
Symbols of our state - a seal, a flag, an anthem.
We wish you peace and prosperity.
Our food is bread.
Our national wealth is cotton, wheat and rice.
Our desire is to study science and etiquette.
Our goal is to become a perfect person and serve the country.
2st starter:
What do you mean by children's homeland?
(Students answer one by one).
Homeland is my place of birth.
Homeland is the land that belongs to us
Homeland is my sacred cradle
Homeland is my doorstep
Homeland is the goddess my mother told me to stay awake at night.
Homeland is the prayer of my father.
 
2st starter:
-Everyone 's homeland,
Homeland.
Daily bleeding,
It is the Holy Land,
The word homeland is sacred
The homeland itself is sacred.
To serve the country,
It is a debt for us.
All:
- May my soul be sacrificed for you
Uzbekistan, my homeland.
The boy holding the flag:
- My people have a dream
It brings joy to the heart.
Our flag is around the world
It makes the country famous.
The child with the stamp:
-Greatness in our brand,
Know that you are reflected,
Humo bird leads,
Know your goal.
(Loud music plays, boys and girls dance).
Student 4:
-School is a sacred place,
It is sacred to us at all times
Heads for knowledge,
Dear embrace, familiar path
 
Student 5:
-Every day from early morning,
Take things in stride
We ride that way,
Friends, let's rejoice together.
 
Student 6:
-Alifebe and account behind,
All that's left, all I remember.
Numbers are familiar, letters are familiar,
Can read and write.
Student 7:
-Goodbye to you today,
This is a happy holiday for us.
There is only a little sadness in the heart,
You don't teach anymore, you are a teacher.
(The song "Dear teachers" will be performed).
 
Student 8:
-Hello teacher, hello teacher,
Congratulations on your holiday,
The way to the future with science,
You showed, you will never forget.
Aren't you seven years old?
In my hand holding the "Alphabet".
You do not caress my head,
The slogan of boundless joy is in my heart.
From the bottom of my heart to you today,
I am overwhelmed with love and congratulations.
All my life I have been happy,
I serve my country.
2st starter:
 - The place of our teachers below is incomparable in our learning of reading and writing, calculation, and perfect manners.
(Students recite poems out of respect for the teachers who taught them):
 
Student 1:
To my first teacher.
-For the first time, quietly passing the desk,
Holding a pencil in my little hands
The heart that introduced me to the letter is the world
I will not forget a person like you.
Student 2:
- To the head of the scientific department:
You have uploaded most of the assignments to us,
You would say that the fourth can do it,
We believe that we are eleven,
Wishing you a lifetime, Master, up to a thousand years.
Student 3:
To our music teacher:
Enjoy a musical poem
You taught me to play correctly
This is the day we bow before you
A light that shines on hearts, dear teacher.
Student 5:
To our Russian teacher:
You taught the language of the brethren,
That's how educated I was.
We will not forget your efforts,
Our linguist is a teacher, a teacher
Student 6:
 - To our teacher who taught nature.
Thank you, dear teacher,
You loved nature
You loved Um
We understand the mysteries of the universe,
Mountains, rivers, hills
Student 7:
To our drawing and labor teacher:
Sun, sky, earth, earth,
The colors you introduced.
Errors in drawing,
You taught without pain
Student 8:
 -To the principal of our school:
A river of your love,
Your heart is an endless river
Your words are precious
A thousand praises, bows to you,
Dear human teacher.
9st student
We always bow to these teachers with our hands in front of our eyes (students bow)
10th student;
-You are a coach for man,
For every science and tradition.
For us without a guide
Heart river teachers
Student 11:
- Our flight to the skies,
Our famous voice.
Heavens because of you,
Language gulistan teachers
(The song "My teachers, be there" was played. Bouquets of flowers are presented to the teachers. Soft music plays. Leaders speak).
1st starter:
- Once upon a time, there was a gardener. He was always planting tree saplings and creating new gardens/bostons/ One day a man came to him and said: you are old enough, when will these sprouts bear fruit, when will you be finished with their fruits? Then I say: I planted my seedlings only for myself.
Let them all share their fruits. What is important for me is that the tree that I have grown will benefit the next generations. Our teachers are like happy gardeners who create gardens.
All:
- We are the garden created by our teacher,
We are the backbone of the homeland, the mountain.
2st starter:
- The role of our parents in our development is incomparable.
Student 12:
 - Great people like Hazrat Navoi praised the great respect for our mothers as follows:
It is under the feet of mothers
Ravzai paradise and demon garden
If you want a window garden,
Be the soil of the mother's feet.
Student 13:
Who created the homeland,
You know guys?
Who shook the world
You know guys?
Student 14:
Who gave us white milk?
Who gave the sweet tongue?
A thorn in our path
Who picked up the lashes?
Student 15:
He did not sleep at night,
My mother is my lamp.
Heaven is what I need
My home is mine.
(The song "Be safe, dear mothers" is performed, flowers are held for mothers).
 
1st starter:
-At the age of seven at my school,
The teacher embraced,
In a literate person,
Today we bow.
(The floor is given to the class teacher).
Teacher:
- Hello, dear teachers, dear parents, my lovely students. Today is an exciting day for all of us. The children who entered school only yesterday finished their primary education today. As I am proud of my smart, intelligent, well-educated students, I wish them a bright future with endless joy.
Teacher:
Accounting,
Expressive reading
I taught education,
Deep knowledge in front of you.
Goho caresses,
Sometimes shaking a little
  Open my arms wide
I said my son and daughter
Independent way of life,
Here you are at the beginning
In four or five years of growing up
You will reach puberty
Then to the sea of ​​life
You join
Every time you learn,
I wish you luck
Your beautiful way of life
I want it to be bright
Be careful now
Know gold every moment
Strengthen as text
The knowledge I have given
It fluttered its wings, made a croaking noise and dropped dead.
My little polapons
They were ready to fly
My daughters are my sons
May your flight be high
Conquer the heavens
Don't touch it
Crows, crows
Student:
-Teacher is holding a wonderful bouquet for you,
Not found in the bouquet
It does not fade in storms
Not a single bud can be closed
Student:
I planted it in the net of my heart
You grafted him with kindness
Guide to the path of science
You were kind to my heart.
(Students hold bouquets of flowers to their first teacher. At the same time, the song "Teachers" is played, the song is connected to a dance).
The event will end with the singing of the Youth Anthem.

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