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Autumn in September is supposed to be the harvest season, but I don't know why, autumn scenery's poems have always existed, but most of them are bleak.
Between this harvest and desolation, there is a professional festival-Teacher's Day. ? The earliest impression of Teacher's Day came from the third grade of primary school, but I didn't understand the meaning of Teacher's Day at that time. I only remember being led by a music teacher to participate in a chorus performance. I am the youngest lead singer.
I forgot the title of the song, only remember that I was so nervous that I forgot to sing a lyric on the stage, and the school didn't get the ranking. But the music teacher didn't blame me, just sighed lightly.
Later, every Teacher's Day had my program until I graduated from primary school. A few years ago, after graduation, I first met my first music teacher. I was really surprised at the time. My music teacher should be charming in my memory, but I saw him herding sheep by the roadside at that time, and I couldn't see any relaxed expression on his face.
Looking at the wrinkles on the teacher's forehead and the faint white hair, I froze. Is time that old? The teacher didn't recognize me. Introduce yourself. He finally smiled, and we talked a lot … It turned out that my teacher was laid off several years ago. I remember the event that private teachers were laid off unconditionally after 1989. Some private teachers lost their jobs, and many of them were excellent front-line teachers, but some new so-called formal teachers didn't understand ... I remember that we often listened to him play the harmonica at that time, and the teacher played it very well. He can control the airflow with his palm and even play chords at the same time.
However, life is enough to dilute everything, and the teacher has not touched the harmonica for a long time and is not in the mood. After bidding farewell to the teacher, all kinds of tastes came to my mind, and the vicissitudes of life made me cry.
? Two days before Teachers' Day, I attended a funeral. That night, a loving life disappeared little by little in front of my eyes, so fragile and helpless.
Although I am surrounded by relatives, I can feel that the soul at the last moment must be lost and more lonely ... On the way back from the cemetery, I accidentally met a junior high school classmate a long time ago. I haven't seen him for nearly twenty years, but I still recognize him. At that time, we also performed a program together on Teacher's Day, which I think is over.
I don't know who mentioned death first, but my classmates said that when I was in the field, I saw several good brothers hacked to death by another group of social gangsters, and I got away with it. Students also said that the underworld is still rampant, especially in developed areas where people are mixed, and dead people are almost common.
The students also told a shocking truth: the more economically developed the place, the more rampant the underworld, and the greater the possibility that the police and robbers are in cahoots. I dare not compliment this statement, but I know that my understanding of society is really nine hairs of Niu Yi.
* * * I think of another classmate. One year on Teacher's Day, we played a sketch together, especially he and I played Peisi Chen's Pepper Noodles, which caused a sensation in the whole school. Asked about his recent situation, I only heard that he was locked up in a foreign prison 10 years ago and disappeared from there. No one knows what's going on now ... Talking about my work, my classmates are very cold. They didn't like teachers then, but they still don't agree with their work now. They only said that there was nothing they could do if they met an honest student like me.
I don't agree with this. From elementary school to junior high school, I have studied in three schools, and several teachers have a great influence on my hobbies and personality. I think teachers must have an influence on students, whether it is good or bad, or even for life.
? When I was a student, I was always full of enthusiasm and expectation for Teacher's Day, either because I performed programs with my classmates, or because I shouted "Happy Holidays" in class, or because I respected and worshipped teachers. Perhaps by fate, I finally became a teacher.
This year's Teacher's Day is probably the busiest day. After a short leisure time, I can't help feeling a little sad, because I found that only those teachers and classmates who get along day and night have memories in my mind, but now I seldom spend time with the students, sitting in front of the computer every day and working hard silently behind the scenes. Sometimes, following the government affairs to visit the class, the eyes that students used to be familiar with no longer exist.
Did I miss anything? .
2. Praise the teacher's good sentences (including poems)
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently (Du Fu, "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"). Spring silkworms die, and tears are exhausted every night (Li Shangyin, untitled). Praise the teacher for his good words, sentences and poems. Everyone says that you have cultivated the pillars of the motherland; I want to say that you are the pillars of the motherland.
You have propped up the backbone of our generation! You are like a red candle, giving all the heat and light to the younger generation! Your character and spirit can be summed up in two words-burning! Keep burning! Your lecture is rich and colorful. Every chapter seems to open a window in front of me and let me see a beautiful new world ... Ah, with you, the garden is so gorgeous and the earth is full of spring! Teacher, please open the window and have a look. All this love and this garden full of peaches and plums are paying tribute to you! Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how can so many beautiful flowers of the soul bloom? Ah, teacher, engineer of human soul, who is not praising you! Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and happiness. Teacher, you are the sower of this hope and happiness! Teacher, you are a cultivator and a sower of beauty.
It is you, shining with beautiful sunshine, nourishing beautiful rain and dew, making our hearts green and full of flowers! You are busy with the blooming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, silently hanging the shade of leaves! Ah, teacher, your spirit, always remember my heart! You are more like a nameless root, let the young trees grow sturdily, let the branches bear rich fruits, but ask for nothing in return. You gave us a ruler of life, let us measure it every day; You gave us a mirror of exemplary behavior, and let us learn everywhere.
You are a bridge, connecting the cut mountains for us and leading us to the peak of harvest; You are a green vine, tough and slender, which guides us to collect Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng at the top of the cliff. When Miao Er needs a glass of water, never send a bucket of water. And when you need a bucket of water, never give a glass of water.
Giving in due time is a skill of a good gardener. My teacher, this is your art of education.
Regardless of the cold inkstone in Qin Xin, peaches are ripe and dripping, but plums are ripe and incompetent. It is easy to grow flowers, but difficult to educate people. The valley is very fragrant, poems are full of people, paintings are full of people, and talented people smile.
Teacher, you use the noblest feelings of human beings-love, sowing spring, sowing ideals, sowing strength ... sowing with words, cultivating with colored pens, watering with sweat and nourishing with painstaking efforts. This is the noble work of our beloved teacher. You work in the present, but you are building the future of the motherland; You teach in class, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland.
Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then students are the sand in the clam; You lick it, grind it, soak it, and wash it with love ... Over the years, the sand turns into pearls and shines. There are countless proud and happy memories in your teaching career, but you keep them in your heart, just staring at a garden to be explored.
If I were a poet, I would write poems with enthusiasm and praise the vastness and profundity of the sea. And dedicated to you-my broad-minded and knowledgeable teacher.
Teachers are kindling, igniting the fire in students' hearts; Teachers are stone steps, carrying students to climb steadily step by step. You are like a candle, thin as it is, but with a little heat and light, it illuminates others and exhausts yourself.
This selfless dedication is unforgettable. The language of your lectures is as sweet as a tinkling mountain spring, as cordial as a gurgling stream, and as turbulent as a rushing river ... Spring silkworm has never said anything to brag in her life, and the silver silk spit out is a ruler to measure the value of life.
Dear teacher, you have never shown off in front of others, but the blooming peaches and plums are the highest evaluation for you. Your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze and as sweet as a clear spring.
Your love is more severe than father's love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than friendship. Your teacher's love is the greatest and cleanest in the world.
The value of fireflies is to shine on others with lights hanging from the back end; Your respect lies in always providing convenience for others. Who scattered the rain and dew all over the earth? Who feeds the seedlings hard? It's you, teacher, you are a great gardener! Look at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one is not as hard as you, and which one is not as smiling as you! The golden wind sends laughter, and the sweet-scented osmanthus floats.
Today's teacher's holiday is coming again. Teachers have worked hard for our growth.
We will never forget the teacher's love for us. Hello, teacher! People compare teachers to red candles, which illuminate others and burn themselves.
People compare teachers to gardeners and cultivate peaches and plums all over the world. Teachers are the noblest career in the world.
The teacher gave us ideal sunshine and wisdom sunshine. The teacher guided us to the path of sunny life.
Teachers expect us to be the sun in the new century. The teacher's words moisten my heart like spring rain.
The teacher watered our growth with the rain of knowledge. Gentle spring rain is the teacher's love for us.
The teacher's words and deeds are like spring rain. The teacher is willing to be a green leaf and hold us up as red flowers.
The teacher is a green leaf, willing to contribute silently. The green leaves symbolize that teachers are always young.
When we bloom like flowers, we will never forget the kindness of green leaves. Teachers are like trees, with blue sky overhead and feet on the earth, silently benefiting the society.
Teachers are big trees, bringing spring scenery to the world. The teacher sowed the seeds of hope and cultivated us into a forest.
Young trees grow into pillars, never forgetting the gardener's cultivation. Yes, teacher's enthusiasm is like the sun, teacher's teaching is like spring rain, teacher's elegant demeanor is like green leaves, teacher's career is like a big tree, and our teacher is the six poems of Good Sky, Clear Sand and 1. It has a long history.
I've been running here and there for half my life, and now I'm sailing, and Yao Lu Mountain is high and long. 2. The teacher's name is Kuang Huanxue. He is highly respected, knowledgeable and values heroes.
The weather, location and people are harmonious, and the pen is amazing. 3. Wang Bencheng dares to say and do, and has no regrets.
The storm thundered and thundered, and the eyebrows were raised. Who else in the world? 4. Huilan Pavilion is for the country, the family and the people. Blue sea, blue sky and white clouds, the sun, the moon and the stars will accompany you all your life.
5. Guan Zhongtu is honest and aboveboard. Bringing together heroes from all sides, we will make a name for ourselves and make the world mine.
6. Yi Xian intends to see the Wan Li world and the infinite future. Anger prodigy, return to Yaotai, everywhere.
3. What poems describe the teacher?
Teacher, you are a cultivator and a sower of beauty. It is you, shining with beautiful sunshine, nourishing beautiful rain and dew, making our hearts green and full of flowers! You are busy with the blooming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, silently hanging the shade of leaves!
You are more like a nameless root, let the young trees grow sturdily, let the branches bear rich fruits, but ask for nothing in return.
You gave us a ruler of life, let us measure it every day; You gave us a mirror of exemplary behavior, and let us learn everywhere.
You are a bridge, connecting the cut mountains for us and leading us to the peak of harvest; You are a green vine, tough and slender, which guides us to collect Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng at the top of the cliff. When Miao Er needs a glass of water, never send a bucket of water. And when you need a bucket of water, never give a glass of water. Giving in due time is a skill of a good gardener. My teacher, this is your art of education. Regardless of the cold inkstone in Qin Xin, peaches are ripe and dripping, but plums are ripe and incompetent. It is easy to grow flowers, but difficult to educate people. The valley is very fragrant, poems are full of people, paintings are full of people, and talented people smile.
Teacher, you use the noblest feelings of human beings-love, sowing spring, sowing ideals, sowing strength ... sowing with words, cultivating with colored pens, watering with sweat and nourishing with painstaking efforts. This is the noble work of our beloved teacher.
You work in the present, but you are building the future of the motherland; You teach in class, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland. Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then students are the sand in the clam; You lick it, grind it, soak it, and wash it with love ... Over the years, the sand turns into pearls and shines.
There are countless proud and happy memories in your teaching career, but you keep them in your heart, just staring at a garden to be explored.
If I were a poet, I would write poems with enthusiasm and praise the vastness and profundity of the sea. And dedicated to you-my broad-minded and knowledgeable teacher.
Teachers are kindling, igniting the fire in students' hearts; Teachers are stone steps, carrying students to climb steadily step by step.
You are like a candle, thin as it is, but with a little heat and light, it illuminates others and exhausts yourself. This selfless dedication is unforgettable. The language of your lectures is as sweet as a tinkling mountain spring, as cordial as a gurgling stream, and as exciting as a rushing river. ...
Spring silkworm has never said anything to brag about in her life, and the silver silk spit out is a ruler to measure the value of life. Dear teacher, you have never shown off in front of others, but the blooming peaches and plums are the highest evaluation for you.
Your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze and as sweet as a clear spring. Your love is more severe than father's love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than friendship. Your teacher's love is the greatest and cleanest in the world.
The value of fireflies is to shine on others with lights hanging from the back end; Your respect lies in always providing convenience for others.
Who scattered the rain and dew all over the earth? Who feeds the seedlings hard? It's you, teacher, you are a great gardener! Look at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one is not as hard as you, and which one is not as smiling as you!
Teacher, your love has turned the desert into an oasis and made dead trees grow new buds!
Teacher-you are like a drizzle in spring, nourishing flowers and irrigating the earth.
We are sucking the drizzle and growing. Teacher-you are like the autumn breeze,
Blow the yellow land, wake up the rice, and we have a bumper harvest.
Teacher-in my dark life, you lit the brightest lamp for me;
Teacher-you are the guide on my misty life;
Teacher-you pointed out the direction for me in my rough life;
Teacher-you gave me a pair of powerful wings,
Let me roam in the world of knowledge!
I hope the information I found for you is useful to you.
4. Poems about Teacher China
1. Teacher, you are like a red candle, burning yourself and illuminating others.
2. Teacher, you are like a spring silkworm, spitting the silk thread of wisdom and weaving knowledge.
3. Once a teacher, always a father.
Teacher, you are like a gardener, cultivating the flowers of the motherland.
If you are water, we are fish, and we cannot live without you.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. Highly respected.
A veritable teacher
Give one's last loyalty
Teach students in accordance with their aptitude and set an example.
Ten years of trees, a hundred years of people, tireless teachers and friends, peaches and plums all over the world, do their duty.
Praise the teacher's poem
Remember that your hands are covered with powder.
I remember your kind teaching.
I remember your new silver hair.
Because of you, many students can become talents.
Because of you, the world will be so civilized
Teacher, you are a bright light.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
What do you want when you are exhausted? Silently cultivate cattle.
The three-foot platform holds the sun and the moon, and a piece of chalk writes the spring and autumn.
Humble does not envy lofty branches, and wealth depends on fruitful results.
There are peaches and plums all over the world on five continents, and they are happy in the humble room and forget their worries.
5. What are the poems written by the teacher?
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, which is the most glorious occupation. Every night, candles will suck the wick dry in the sun of the engineer of human soul; 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 pillars. Silkworms in spring will weave to death, and candles will drain the wick every night. There must be teachers like candles, burning themselves and illuminating others.
We are the flowers of our motherland, and our teacher is a diligent gardener. Teachers are like a long bridge leading to the knowledge coast.
Teachers are like candles, burning themselves and illuminating us. The teacher is like a big tree, sheltering us from the wind and rain.
Teacher, everyone says that you are cultivating the pillars of the motherland; I want to say that you are the pillars of the motherland. You have propped up the backbone of our generation! You are like a red candle, giving all the heat and light to the younger generation! Your character and spirit can be summed up in two words-burning! Keep burning! Ah, with you, the garden is so gorgeous and the earth is full of spring! Teacher, please open the window and have a look. All this love and this garden full of peaches and plums are paying tribute to you! Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how can so many beautiful flowers of the soul bloom? Teacher, the engineer of human soul, who won't praise you! Teacher, you are a cultivator and a sower of beauty.
It is you who shine the beautiful sunshine, moisten the beautiful rain and dew, make our hearts green and full of flowers! Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then students are the sand in the clam; You lick it, grind it, soak it, and wash it with love ... Over the years, the sand turns into pearls and shines. You are like a candle, thin as it is, but with a little heat and light, it illuminates others and exhausts yourself.
This selfless dedication is unforgettable. Your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze and as sweet as a clear spring.
Your love is more severe than father's love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than friendship. You, the teacher's love, is the greatest and cleanest in the world! If we are a ship, then the teacher is a sail, leading us forward in the ocean of knowledge; If we want to embark on a journey, teachers are like candles in our hands, illuminating the bumpy road in our study.
You let us open the window of our hearts, you gave us spiritual support, you sent us on the road of learning and gave us endless encouragement. Teacher, we will always remember you.
Teacher, you are a cultivator and a sower of beauty. It is you, shining with beautiful sunshine, nourishing beautiful rain and dew, making our hearts green and full of flowers! You are busy with the blooming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, silently hanging the shade of leaves! Ah, teacher, your spirit, always remember my heart! You gave us a ruler of life, let us measure it every day; You gave us a mirror of exemplary behavior, and let us learn everywhere.
You are a bridge, connecting the cut mountains for us and leading us to the peak of harvest; You are a green vine, tough and slender, which guides us to collect Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng at the top of the cliff. When Miao Er needs a glass of water, never send a bucket of water. And when you need a bucket of water, never give a glass of water.
Giving in due time is a skill of a good gardener. My teacher, this is your art of education.
Regardless of the cold inkstone in Qin Xin, peaches are ripe and dripping, but plums are ripe and incompetent. It is easy to grow flowers, but difficult to educate people. The valley is very fragrant, poems are full of people, paintings are full of people, and talented people smile.
Teacher, you use the noblest feelings of human beings-love, sowing spring, sowing ideals, sowing strength ... sowing with words, cultivating with colored pens, watering with sweat and nourishing with painstaking efforts. This is the noble work of our beloved teacher. You work in the present, but you are building the future of the motherland; You teach in class, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland.
Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then students are the sand in the clam; You lick it, grind it, soak it, and wash it with love ... Over the years, the sand turns into pearls and shines. There are countless proud and happy memories in your teaching career, but you keep them in your heart, just staring at a garden to be explored.
If I were a poet, I would write poems with enthusiasm and praise the vastness and profundity of the sea. And dedicated to you-my broad-minded and knowledgeable teacher.
Teachers are kindling, igniting the fire in students' hearts; Teachers are stone steps, carrying students to climb steadily step by step. You are like a candle, thin as it is, but with a little heat and light, it illuminates others and exhausts yourself.
This selfless dedication is unforgettable. The language of your lectures is as sweet as a tinkling mountain spring, as cordial as a gurgling stream, and as turbulent as a rushing river ... Spring silkworm has never said anything to brag in her life, and the silver silk spit out is a ruler to measure the value of life.
Dear teacher, you have never shown off in front of others, but the blooming peaches and plums are the highest evaluation for you. Your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze and as sweet as a clear spring.
Your love is more severe than father's love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than friendship. Your teacher's love is the greatest and cleanest in the world.
The value of fireflies is to shine on others with lights hanging from the back end; Your respect lies in always providing convenience for others. Who scattered the rain and dew all over the earth? Who feeds the seedlings hard? It's you, teacher, you are a great gardener! Look at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one is not as hard as you, and which one is not as smiling as you! Ode to Green Leaves-Praise the gardener for being proud that others are a green leaf. In your life, you only dedicate your beautiful youth to blooming flowers and your golden times to sweet fruits. As a green leaf, you often give lyrical praise to others. In your life, there are only struggles without depression, flowers and birds to greet the sunrise and sunset, ups and downs to bathe, and resistance to lightning attacks. As a green leaf, you often dance and sing for others. In your life, there is only romance, chic and no pessimistic sigh. In the cool autumn wind, you jump into the arms of your roots. In the golden sunshine, all sunflowers will be sunny and green.
6. Poems or famous sayings about praising teachers (if there are authors, the more the better)
1, your father is full of peaches and plums, so why do you plant flowers in front of the hall? —— From the Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi's "Planting Flowers in the Green Field Hall in Gong Ling, Fenghe"
In the vernacular, that is to say, Pei's students are all over the world. Where is it necessary to plant flowers in front of and behind the house? Praise teachers for teaching many students, everywhere. This poem shows that the Pei Du family does not plant flowers and takes the essence of everything, and it shows the praise for a teacher who is famous all over the world.
2. Teachers are engineers of human soul. -Stalin
3, ancient scholars must have teachers. Teachers, so preach, teach, and solve doubts. -Teacher Tang Hanyu's theory
The vernacular means that people who studied in ancient times must have teachers. Teachers can impart truth, teach research and answer difficult questions.
The only source of students' respect for teachers lies in their virtue and talent. -Einstein
The word "teaching" means not only imparting knowledge, training skills and techniques, but also teaching and inducing people to engage in certain behaviors. Zankov
6. Teachers' personality is the cornerstone of education. -Suhomlinski