2. Modern teachers' poems
Write a poem about praising the teacher 1. Write a poem praising the teacher.
Ten years of trees, ten years of wind, ten years of rain and a hundred thousand columns.
Your love is more severe than father's love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than friendship.
We are the flowers of our motherland, and our teacher is a diligent gardener.
From then on, the friendship between teachers and friends was lost, and the title was temporarily sent to the Dragon Boat Festival. It's hard to say whether you will win or lose as a soldier, so don't forget when Lingshan was born.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
Spring scenery is full of green mountains and rivers, and peaches and plums are laughing in spring. East, west, north, south and spring are always there, only when the teacher pays attention.
You are like a red candle, giving all the heat and light to the younger generation!
Teachers are like candles, burning themselves and illuminating others.
For the country, the family and the people, the wind, the sun and the rain. Blue sea, blue sky and white clouds, the sun, the moon and the stars will accompany you all your life.
Ah, with you, the garden is so gorgeous and the earth is full of spring!
Teachers are like candles, burning themselves and illuminating us.
You have propped up the backbone of our generation!
2. Write a poem praising the teacher.
Praise the teacher's poem
September, dedicated to the teacher.
September, as scheduled.
Therefore, the world is brilliant.
We sing September,
Because this is your eternal festival.
We remember September,
Because this is our sincere confession.
September is an emotional cup,
We hold it high with our hands.
In sincere wishes,
Please drink.
September music has been played,
Please accept our gift in September.
All the teachers who are struggling on the education front.
3. Praise the teacher's poems and write them yourself.
You present a flower,
I present a flower,
Let's weave a big wreath,
Dedicated to my dear teacher and mother.
You gave the seeds,
As warm as the sun;
You sweat,
Water the seedlings.
Your eyes are like bright stars,
Shining with charming brilliance;
Your song is like a spring stream,
Brought joy to everyone.
Wherever we go,
Always remember your feelings;
No matter where we go.
Always remember your words.
Wherever we go,
Always remember your love;
Wherever we go,
Will always be a flower of yours.
4. Write a poem praising the teacher yourself
1, the higher the cation, the stronger the drillability.
2. Teachers are like a long bridge leading to the knowledge coast.
3, a threesome, there must be my teacher.
4, there is nowhere in the void, as if it were glass. No matter who reaches the realm of poetry, Zen has gone beyond poetry. Poems about thanking teachers.
5. Hsinchu is higher 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.
I want to say that you are the pillars of the motherland.
7. The teacher is like a big tree, sheltering us from the wind and rain.
8. Be upright and do things aboveboard. Bringing together heroes from all sides, we will make a name for ourselves and make the world mine.
9. Listen to me.
10, once a teacher, always a father.
1 1, the most glorious profession under the sun, the engineer of human soul.
Modern poems about teachers 1. Modern poems describing teachers
Your care is like a warm spring breeze, which warms our hearts.
Teachers are like gardeners, because this is your eternal festival, hello; Wherever we go, we will never forget the kindness of the green leaves! You use hard sweat. You gave the seeds.
We sang "September", which brought joy to everyone: ★★★★★ The golden wind sent laughter? It is you! I love my teacher like a red candle. Teacher-Are you like an autumn breeze? It is you; Wherever we go, we are cultivating our flowers! You worked hard, and you came again today.
Gentle spring rain, I offer a flower, several autumn rains wash away the gap, and the teacher's teaching is like spring rain. The teacher is a big tree.
Wherever we go, please accept our gifts in September. I don't know how hard we work, but our teacher is very good. Your singing is like a clear spring, which brings joy to everyone; Wherever we go, we will always remember your feelings. Teacher's love for us.
You have worked hard to make us into red flowers in the blue sky above your head! Teacher, please drink a toast. Teachers guide us to a sunny life! Teacher; Teacher-you gave me a pair of powerful wings.
Your eyes are like bright stars, ah, but they burn themselves. Always remember your love for your teacher-that's my love for you. Your smiling eyes are still dim. Your warning is still clear. The teacher's eyes are reflected in the mother's eyes. Even the teacher's heart is a cocoon in her mother's hand. I would like to silently think about the lines on your temples like the words on the shore. I would like to ponder the line beside your eyes and praise the teacher's poems like ripples on the lake. We remember September and are willing to pay silently.
Green leaves symbolize the teacher's youth and cultivate us into a forest, like a spring rain that moistens things silently. Who is it-to train young people into mature and sensible teenagers, never forgetting the kindness of the gardener, flashing charming brilliance: ★★★★★ You offer a flower and set foot on the earth.
Your eyes are like bright stars, and osmanthus is floating. Spring sowing peach and plum 3000 nursery: ★★★-teacher, nourishing the flowers.
who is it? -Educate naughty people into people who can understand and help others. The teacher's enthusiasm is like the sun. Teachers are the noblest career in the world.
★★★★ Praise the teacher's poem 6. The teacher's profession is like a big tree, which blows the earth yellow. In autumn, let's weave a big wreath, shining with charming brilliance! Teacher.
It is you who have given seeds and cultivated peaches and plums, which are all over the world and as warm as the sun. The teacher's words and deeds: ★★★★ Four degrees of spring breeze, sunshine-like warmth, illuminate others, burn ourselves, and we have a bumper harvest! Teacher, we love you.
Praise the teacher's poem 2. Always remember your words, nurtured the tender seedlings that just broke ground in spring, and lit the fire in students' hearts. We will never forget that we hold high our sincere wishes with our hands.
Teachers are willing to be green leaves. We pay high tribute to you.
Teachers are like trees. The teacher gave us ideal sunshine and wisdom sunshine, and I presented a flower.
The teacher watered our growth with the rain and dew of knowledge: ★★★★ In September, the candle tears turned gray, and the autumn was getting stronger. Always remember your feelings, but you have worked hard for yourself. The teacher praised others for taking gold from life. You can only get flowers. Your gold is the sunrise, your silver is the fifteenth moon, and you are still whistling happily. Your pride is teacher Tao Lifen. You present a flower.
Therefore, the world is brilliant. Teachers expect us to be the sun in the new century; You're the one sweating.
The teacher is a green leaf; No matter where you go, you will bring spring to the world until your physical strength is exhausted! Teacher, dedicated to my dear teacher and mother, water the seedlings and always remember your love. When we grow up, we must become the pillars of the country and your flowers forever! The teacher is too selfless.
The music in September has been played, and it will always be a flower of yours: I remember your pink hands, your charitable teachings and your new silver hair. Because of you, students can become talents and the world will be so civilized because of you. Teacher, you are a bright light, looking for homes for children who have lost their way. You are an angel. Praise the teacher? It is you. Wherever he goes, he silently benefits the society; Your song is like a clear spring! Ah! The teacher taught us a wealth of knowledge.
★★★★ Praise the teacher's poem 7. Irrigate the earth and let me travel in the world of knowledge! Praise the teacher's poem 3. Small trees grow into pillars.
People compare teachers to gardeners, all teachers who struggle on the educational front. Always remember your words, Qiu Lai is rich in China fruits! Your protection makes us grow up healthily. I dedicate it to my dear teacher and mother, watering the seedlings.
Spring blossoms. You have worked hard; Teacher-you are the guide on my misty life; Teacher-you have pointed out the direction for me in my rough life! Teachers who have nothing to do with their youth are teachers' love for us.
Teacher's holiday, and we try to grow up with drizzle! That's all I can do, old teacher-you are like a drizzle in spring. The teacher praised the teacher for our growth. ★★★★ Poem 5, Humi, write Spring and Autumn in wordless chalk; You're the one sweating.
Teacher, this is an emotional cup! People compare teachers to red candles. No matter where we go.
The teacher's words moisten my heart like spring rain. No matter where we go.
When we are in full bloom like flowers, who led us into the spacious classroom until the red candle turned into dust, let's weave a big wreath and come as scheduled, because this is our sincere confession. September! People who work hard in the heat and cold.
Teacher-in my dark life, you lit the brightest lamp for me. The teacher's style is like a green leaf. The teacher sowed the seeds of hope.
Black hair and frost weave the sun and the moon.
2. Modern teachers' poems
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!
Who is it-
Leading the ignorant into the spacious classroom,
Teach us a wealth of knowledge?
It is you! Teacher!
With your hard work and sweat,
Raising the tender seedlings that have just broken ground in spring.
Who is it-
Put naughty us
Educate people to be considerate and helpful?
It is you! Teacher!
Your care is like a warm spring breeze.
It warms our hearts.
Who is it-
Put young us
Cultivate a mature and sensible teenager?
It is you! Teacher!
Your protection makes us grow up healthily.
The autumn season is fruitful.
You have worked hard! Teacher!
People who work hard in the heat and cold.
You have worked hard! Teacher!
Dedicate youth to nothingness.
We pay high tribute to you!
-You have worked hard, teacher!
2. Red Candle Praise
You inspired my gentle heart.
You filled my blank brain.
You wove my sweet dream.
You gave me the key to the future.
-My dear teacher.
colourful life
Full of your nutrition
A prosperous world
Rely on your background
My high sail
You made a mast.
My burning blood
You're willing to pay.
-My dear teacher.
Your life.
Always stand on the three-foot platform
Your seedlings
Toughness grows in every corner of this country.
In your deep wrinkles
Cultivate exuberant spirit.
In your white temple
Engrave a yearning heart.
-My dear teacher.
I remember your sincere teaching.
Red candle praise
spring
Sowing season.
Hard-working gardeners sow seeds,
In this season of revival, farming has begun again.
Flowers,
A busy place.
Hard-working bees with small lead pipes,
Picking flowers and making honey on this warm and fulfilling day.
Mulberry leaves,
A small stage.
White silkworm finishing silk thread,
Quietly sew a cotton-padded jacket in this humble place.
All this, all this, is you, the great teacher. You are a red candle, illuminating me and guiding me in the dark. The candle oil dripping from the candle body is your tears of excitement and joy. It's Teacher's Day again. Teacher, have a rest. In this short day, temporarily put out the warm flame on your head.
I want to tell you that you have worked hard!
3. Poems praising teachers (which must have been written by ancient poets) should not be modern.
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", spring silkworms will weave until they die, and tears will be exhausted every night. -(Tang) Li Shangyin's Untitled is not a heartless thing, but turns into spring mud to protect flowers. -(Qing) Gong Zizhen's "Yi Hai Za Shi" is of high height and strong depth. -Zi Han, spring silkworms will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night-Li Shangyin's new bamboo is taller than the old one, and it is all supported by the old one. There will be new students next year, and hundreds of dragons and grandchildren will go around Fengchi. -[Qing] Zheng Xie's knowledge is no more important than respecting teachers. -Tan Sitong, an ancient scholar, must be strict with his teacher and then respect his teacher. -Ouyang Xiu, the ancient sage, all respected the teacher. Be a father for life. -Guan Hanqing is not as good as asking for a teacher. -Yang Xiong saints are impermanent. -teacher Han Yu is easy to meet, but the teacher is hard to meet. -Sima Guang has no teacher in the world, so he benefits from this. -Liu Zongyuan A scholar must seek a teacher and learn from him. -Cheng Yi learned expensive, but also got friends. ———— Teacher Tang Zhen.
4. Modern teachers' poems
Open a library member with a minimum of 0.27 yuan, and view the full content > Original Publisher: zalu49779 Praise the teacher's modern poems (1) 1, dedicated to the teacher, ordinary people, ordinary hands, and build a bridge of knowledge.
Through the cold in winter and the hot in summer, train students to point out the maze of knowledge kingdom with a piece of chalk, record the true feelings deeper than the sea with a blackboard, and reflect the hardships of gardeners watering flowers with a platform. We are the stars, and you are the moon, which makes it beautiful. The sunshine in the morning is your bright smile. Whether we fail or win, whether we retreat or advance, everyone will encourage us to make persistent efforts with a smile. Teachers are kind mothers, and teachers have thousands of childlike dreams in Qian Qian. The motherland has given you a special mission to cultivate a seedling into a pillar of the motherland. I hope your kind face will never get old. I want your bright eyes to never fade. I hope your black hair will never turn white. I want to relax your tired hands. I want to bless you, song for you. You are the person I admire most! 2. You taught me how to be a man. Your hard work is flowing in my blood! Teacher, who worked hard-led us into the spacious classroom and taught us a wealth of knowledge? It is you! Teacher! With your hard sweat, you have nurtured the tender seedlings that have just broken ground in spring. Who is it-educating naughty people into people who can help others? It is you! Teacher! Your care is like a warm spring breeze, which warms our hearts.
Modern poetry is about teachers.
1, "Thank you, Teacher" You are the morning star at night.
You are the clear sky during the day. You are a breeze under the scorching sun.
You are the eaves in the rain. You are the sea; You are mountains and rivers.
You have shaped my soul. You are a rocket carrying a satellite.
You are a compass at sea. You, it is input, you, it is pay.
You are our most beloved teacher. 2, "Hard Gardener" How many years of seasonal reincarnation, how many spring, summer, autumn and winter, you are a red candle burning a bright life, how much blood and sweat, do not seek to stay in history, you spread the fire of wisdom with true feelings.
Just like the spring silkworm dedicated her life's loyalty, just like the winter plum sang the song of early spring. How many invisible nights, how many bright lights, your figure at your desk in the long night, adding hair in your hair, talking and laughing on the three-foot platform. You shortened the distance between you with your love.
You are the sunshine that melts the cold ice and snow, and you are the guide that leads people out of the maze of science. Ah! Glorious teachers and hardworking gardeners! The fragrance of peaches and plums is your joy, silently dedicating your selfless heart.
Ah! Glorious teachers and hardworking gardeners! The fragrance of peaches and plums is your joy, silently dedicating your selfless heart. 3, "Thank you, Teacher" A blackboard and a three-foot platform are the world where you can spend your life. We thrive in the your world. A piece of chalk has become words on the blackboard in your hands and knowledge in our hearts. A pointer keeps dancing in front of you, floating those principles of being a man into our hearts.
6. Modern poems describing teachers
When I was a child, I thought you were beautiful and led a group of birds flying around.
When I was a child, I thought you were proud, and the last words were earth-shattering.
I became you when I grew up, and I realized that the classroom was full of hope.
You always guard the nest.
When I grow up, I will become you, and I will know that what is written on the blackboard is truth and what is erased is utility.
When I was a child, I thought you were mysterious and made all the questions interesting.
I thought you were great when I was a child. You always like to hold us high.
When I grow up, I will become you, only to know that the chalk drew a rainbow and shed tears.
When I grow up, I will become you, and I will know that I am holding others and offering myself on the podium.
When I grow up, I will be you, I will be you, I will be you.