The poem about students dedicating themselves to their teachers is 1. Praise the teacher's professionalism. What is a poem?
Send you a bunch of flowers to show our respect for you; Send you a touching song, bring you a little sweetness. Teacher-you have worked hard, and you have led us through the difficulties. You raised us with the nutrition of knowledge, but never asked for anything in return. You told us not to give up easily when we encounter difficulties. Since then, our life has been full of joy at any time. We have less troubles and more perseverance. You still hold the colored brush in your hand. It depicts a beautiful blueprint and nourishes the peaches and plums of the motherland. In the middle of the night, you are still preparing lessons carefully, and in your sleep, you are still recalling the joy of our success. We are flowers in full bloom in spring, and you play a wonderful melody for us. You are a diligent gardener, and we will remember your earnest teachings. Take every step of life, be friendly, fit, realistic and realistic. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Poems for teachers-teachers' eyes are like the moon at night, and we are stars, shining in teachers' smiles.
A teacher's eyes are like an endless ocean. We are small fish, swimming happily in the teacher's arms.
Teachers' eyes are like the blue sky. We are a white cloud.
Under her gaze, freedom floats everywhere, and the teacher's eyes are like mirrors. Can light up our hearts.
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Poets dedicated to teachers are like gardeners, full of peaches and plums; Teachers are like red candles, burning themselves to illuminate us; Teachers are like bees, hardworking and brave; Teachers are like mothers, beautiful and kind; A teacher is like a book, giving us a lot of knowledge. Happy Teachers' Day to my dear teacher.
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = A poem dedicated to the teacher sends you a bunch of flowers to show our respect for you; Send you a touching song, bring you a little sweetness. Teacher-you have worked hard, and you have led us through the difficulties. You raised us with the nutrition of knowledge, but never asked for anything in return. You told us not to give up easily when we encounter difficulties. Since then, our life has been full of joy at any time. We have less troubles and more perseverance. You still hold the colored brush in your hand. It depicts a beautiful blueprint and nourishes the peaches and plums of the motherland. In the middle of the night, you are still preparing lessons carefully, and in your sleep, you are still recalling the joy of our success. We are flowers in full bloom in spring, and you play a wonderful melody for us. You are a diligent gardener, and we will remember your earnest teachings. Take every step of life, be friendly, fit, realistic and realistic. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = September —— The poem dedicated to Teachers' Day is full of fruit and yellow in September, but I still smell the fragrance of peaches and plums in March, and it is cool in September. The fruit of September gives us maturity and gives us yearning for autumn. In this golden autumn season, we have the self-evident happiness of peaches and plums and go our separate ways.
Children, I hope your eyes are shining with hope, and don't wander deeply at the fork in the road of life. I hope my soul will light the lighthouse in your heart and hold the right course for you in the dark sea. I would like to use my silent and persistent heart to create thousands of possible paths for you on the three-foot platform. I would like to live and study with your youthful passion, grow together and bloom for life! I know that this festival reflects China people's respect and hope for teachers for thousands of years. Chalk and branches Gaga draw the curve of life. Homework, accumulated layer by layer, is an eager expectation.
I am no longer a candlelight, because the faint candlelight is not enough to illuminate your direction; I will not be a silkworm, because it is not the dream of a free soul that binds me. I am the sun, burning and generating, bringing you radiant heat; As the leading goose, I spread my wings and soar with you in the clear sky of Wan Li.
Children, I want you to look at the wider world. Children, I am just a ray of sunshine in September. On the journey of your growth, I, we, for the future of the nation, for the hope of the nation, we will burn brighter than the sky and ignite your pile of warm fire! In September, we trudged between Japan and China. We have given everything and gained everything. It was your's diligence and love that made our pockets swell. We are full of passion, because we are free masters of life like you. The sails are still sailing in September, children, I want you to say loudly, "OK, I'm coming. Follow you-my captain-"= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = A poem dedicated to Teachers' Day: Fruity September, Chrysanthemum. We remember who was still sowing hope for us in September. Who is silently making wedding dresses for us in September? Let's never forget September. We dare not forget who taught us thought. In September, we dare not forget who filled the world with love and made the sound of books reverberate. In September, we dare not forget who built the temple of knowledge with hard work. In September, we dare not forget who guided the way in confusion. In September, we are still growing up in textbooks. In September, we won't forget those praises that move us and are still fresh in our memory. There is something that has an east. The name of the west is sacred, which means that the enlightened stars silently follow the light that comes first and then goes back countless times. There is something called eternity, which is a rock watching the tide by the sea. It gradually drains life in the wind and rain and becomes a totem worshipped by countless pilgrims. There is something called sincerity and unpretentious. White clouds bear the longing eyes of too many birds who want to fly with their own fatigue. There is something called love, simplicity, dedication and parting praise, all because of her. It's beautiful. Some people write a great poem by themselves, just like a grain of wheat growing and harvesting without words, and then give birth to a poem full of hope for teachers. Teachers are like gardeners, caring for budding flowers, and teachers are like candles, lighting themselves and illuminating students.
Whenever I see my classmates' homework.
But the teacher's dedication can be expressed in poetry.
Praise the teacher's poem:
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. -(Tang) Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. -Li Shangyin's Untitled (Tang Dynasty)
Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more. -(Qing) Gong Zizhen's "Yi Hai Miscellaneous Work"
Praise the teacher's famous saying:
Teachers are engineers of the human soul. -Stalin
The higher you climb, the harder you drill. -The Analects of Zi Han
Silkworms in spring will keep spinning until they die, and candles will dry their wick every night-Li Shangyin.
Hsinchu is taller than the old bamboo branches, and it is all supported by old cadres. New students will be born next year, and 100 thousand dragons and grandchildren will go around Fengchi. -[Qing] Zheng Xie
No matter how proud a person has achieved, he should drink water and think of his source. Remember that his teacher planted the first seed for his growth. Madame Curie
Teachers are not only disseminators of knowledge, but also models. -[America] Bruner
It is upright and does not command; Although his body is not straight, he does not obey. -Confucius
To light the way for others, you must shine-this is the greatest happiness of people. -[Former Soviet Union] dzerzhinsky
Learning is more important than respecting teachers. -Tan Sitong
Ancient scholars must have been strict with teachers before respecting them. —— Ouyang Xiu
In ancient times, there was no king who didn't respect his teacher. lv buwei
teacher for a day, father for a lifetime. -Guan Hanqing
Learning is not as good as learning. Yang Xiong
A saint is an impermanent teacher. -Han Yu
Teachers are easy to meet, but teachers are hard to meet. -Sima Guang
The world is not a teacher, so it benefits from the old road. -Liu Zongyuan
Scholars must seek teachers, and teachers must be teachers. -Cheng Yi
Learning to get a teacher is expensive, but getting friends is also expensive. —— Tang Zhen
Teachers, so preach, teach, and solve doubts. -Tang Hanyu on teachers.
The most glorious occupation under the sun
Teachers are like candles, burning themselves and illuminating others.
Three-foot platform, three-inch tongue, three-inch pen, three thousand peaches and plums
Ten years of trees, ten years of wind, ten years of rain and a hundred thousand columns.
Be a model and a teacher.
3. Quote poems to praise the teacher's dedication.
The unnamed time was long before I met her, but it has been longer since we separated.
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Author: Li Shangyin
Original text:
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing, and a hundred flowers are blooming.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! . (Pengshan Zuo Yi: Penglai)
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It's hard to see each other, and it's hard to part. In addition, the weather in late spring, the east wind is coming, which makes people even more sad. Spring silkworms don't spin silk when they die, candles burn to ashes, and tear-like wax oil can drip dry. My wife dresses up in front of the mirror in the morning, only worrying that the plump bangs will change color and the youthful appearance will disappear. Men can't sleep for long at night, and they must feel that Leng Yue attacks people. The other's residence is not far from Peng.
4. Poems describing the teacher's selfless dedication are brought to the author.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
Look at a thousand fingers coldly and bow your head as a willing ox.
spring silkworm
Li Shangyin, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote the poem "Spring silkworms die, and night candles burn the wick", which brought the perseverance, faithfulness and dedication of spring silkworms to the extreme and became a beautiful sentence sung through the ages. People vividly compare teachers to "spring silkworms", which is a high evaluation of teachers' selfless dedication and noble quality. People praise teachers as spring silkworms, who "spit out all the silk threads in their hearts, pour infinite love into life, and weave a bright and warm world without knowing anything". "Spring Silkworm" is a title that teachers feel extremely honored. Zhu Guangqian, a famous educator, said: "As long as I live, I will spin silk for a day. I hope that the silk I spit out can add a little warmth to the world and make spring stronger. "
Spring silkworm is pure and flawless, with noble temperament; In spring, I ate a few green leaves and spit out a splendid picture. Only glorious people's teachers are worthy of this title, because the excellent quality of spring silkworms is endless and spinning.
candle
This famous saying comes from Li Shangyin, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. People praise candles because they burn themselves silently and illuminate others with their own light until they burn themselves out. Speaking of the quality of candles, people will think of their beloved teachers, who impart knowledge to students and illuminate their voyage with the light of wisdom and character. Isn't this selfless dedication to "light the way for others, let others see the light and burn themselves out" the most vivid metaphor for people's teachers? "If the red candle glows and gives off heat, it carefully cultivates the excellent materials of the country, just like a spring silkworm who has no regrets and dedicates herself to education." This pair of couplets encouraged by the teacher is the recognition and pride of the title of "candle".
A willing helmsman
Lu Xun, a great modern writer, famously said, "Bow your head and be a willing ox", which sublimated and carried forward the spirit of a willing ox. Later, people used "willing to be a willing ox" to describe a person who is willing to serve the people and is selfless. People call the teacher Gan Niu because it is a well-deserved and most appropriate metaphor. Our country has always had the traditional virtue that teachers and students are "as close as father and son". Teachers love their students as much as their own children, work as hard as a willing cow, are willing to make dedication, and make all efforts to cultivate a willing child without asking for anything in return. Liu Rangxian, an outstanding teacher in China who won the "Ruzi Niu Award", has been rooted in the rural areas of Qinghai Plateau for decades and worked as hard as an ox, dedicating his love to his children selflessly. Liu Rangxian is an outstanding representative of teachers and a vivid embodiment of the spirit of "a willing ox". The spirit of "a willing ox" is characterized by "deep love, silent cultivation, hard struggle and selfless dedication" and "eating grass to milk". These excellent qualities are embodied in the vast number of teachers in our country. Therefore, calling a teacher a "Confucian cow" is China's most distinctive compliment.
5. What poems describe the teacher's selfless dedication?
Four degrees of spring breeze,
Several autumn rains washed away the gap.
Black hair and frost weave the sun and the moon,
Chalk has no words to write spring and autumn.
Warm spring in bloom,
Candle tears turn to ashes, and autumn is stronger.
Spring sowing peaches and plums in 3,000 gardens,
Qiu Lai, China is rich in fruits.
Silkworms in spring weave until they die,
Every night, the candle will cry dry the wick.
Falling in love is not heartless,
Turn into spring mud to protect flowers. This sentence can also be used to describe the teacher's silent cultivation of students.
Wang Changling's Three Poems of Huanglian Teachers College in Kaiyuan Temple, Wuling
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Loose yellow hair respects teachers, and teenagers burn incense.
When I wanted to visit Ruxi Road in Taoyuan, I suddenly heard that chickens and dogs were suspicious.
Secondly,
The sage said that Peach Blossom Garden is nothing like Wuling County.
When I heard about the Qin dynasty, I avoided people's eyes and ears, and now I don't ask anyone.
third
The mountain scenery is empty and the officials disturb the dust.
I want to surrender to Daoyuan for the time being, because I seek truth from the laity.
Liu Deren's Let the King Respect the Teacher.
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For the Tao is often damaged, respect the teacher to cultivate this heart. There is a yellow quilt on his shoulder and a white wormwood hairpin on his head.
Fu Zaling sand figures, string playing Gusuqin. There used to be medicine in the bag, and some soil turned into gold.
"River" Author: Zhang said
Respect teachers and hate dust, knowing and doing are one. If the spirit is not resurrected, the disciple will be injured.
Jibei is like a god, and Huainan is not exhausted. * * * At the end of the term, nothing was achieved.