Poems of primary school students praising teachers

★★★ Praise the teacher's poem 1: ★★★ Four times of spring breeze will save for a rainy day, and several times of autumn rain will wash away the gap. Black hair and frost weave the sun and the moon, and chalk is speechless to write the spring and autumn. Silk spits out before spring is old, and candle tears turn to ash and autumn is thicker. Spring sowing peaches and plums in 3, gardens, Qiu Lai is full of fruits in China. I love my teacher. The teacher is like a red candle, which lights the fire in the students' hearts, but it burns itself until the red candle turns to ashes. Teachers, like gardeners, nurture our flowers, but work hard for themselves until their physical strength is exhausted. We must become the pillars of the country when we grow up, ah! Teachers are so selfless! Ah! Teacher, we love you! ★★★ Praise the teacher's poem 3: ★★★-Teacher, who has worked hard-lead us into a spacious classroom and teach us rich knowledge? It is you! Teacher! With your hard sweat, you have nurtured the tender seedlings that just broke ground in spring. Who is it-to educate naughty people into people who can help others? It is you! Teacher! Your care is like a warm spring breeze that warms our hearts. Who is it-to cultivate young us into mature and sensible teenagers? It is you! Teacher! Your protection makes us grow healthily. Fruitful in the autumn season. You have worked hard! Teacher! People who work hard in the heat and cold. You have worked hard! Teacher! People who devote their youth to nothing. We pay high tribute to you! -you have worked hard, teacher! I can only help you here, old teacher-you are like a drizzle in spring, nourishing flowers and irrigating the earth, and we are trying to suck the drizzle and grow. Teacher-you are like a breeze in autumn, blowing the yellow earth, calling for rice, and we have a bumper harvest. Teacher-you lit the brightest lamp for me on my dark road of life; Teacher-you are my guide on the road of my misty life; Teacher-you pointed out the direction for me in my bumpy life; Teacher-you gave me a pair of powerful wings, let me travel in the world of knowledge! ★★★ Praise the teacher's poem 4: ★★★ The golden wind sends laughter, and the osmanthus flowers float. The teacher's holiday has come again today. 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 to bloom all over the world. Teachers are a noble cause under the sun. The teacher gave us ideal sunshine and wisdom sunshine. The teacher guided us on 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 and dew of knowledge. Gentle spring rain is the teacher's love for us. The teacher's words and deeds are like the 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 of the green leaves symbolizes that the teacher is always young. When we are in full 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, not forgetting the gardener's cultivation. Yes, teacher's enthusiasm is like the sun, teacher's teaching is like spring rain, teacher's style is like green leaves, teacher's career is like a big tree, and our teacher is good. ★★★★ Praise the teacher's poem 5: ★★★★★ You present a flower, I present a flower, let's weave a big wreath and give it to my dear teacher and mother. It is you who gave the seeds, the warmth like the sun; It was you who watered the seedlings with sweat. Your eyes are like bright stars, shining with charming brilliance; Your singing is like a spring stream, bringing joy to everyone. Wherever we go, always remember your feelings; Wherever we go. Always remember your words. Wherever we go, always remember your love; Wherever we go, it will always be a flower for you. ★★★ Praise the teacher's poem 6: ★★★ September, as scheduled. Therefore, the world is brilliant. We sing September, because it is your eternal festival. We remember September, because it is our sincere confession. September is a cup full of emotion. We hold high a sincere blessing with our hands. Please drink a toast. September's music has been played, please accept our gift in September, all the teachers who are struggling in the education front. I remember your hands covered with powder. I remember your charitable teachings. I remember your new silver hair. Because of you, students can become talents. Because of you, the world is so civilized. You are a beacon to find your HOME teacher for children who have lost their way. You are an angel. Praise the teacher. Poetry 8: Praise the teacher for others to get gold from life. You can only get flowers. Your gold is the morning sun. Your silver is yours.