A diligent teacher, you are my idol for a long time.
You are not an architect, but you built the building of our knowledge;
You are not a musician, but you play the music in our hearts;
You are not an actor, but you attract our hungry eyes;
You are not a singer, but you make the fountain of knowledge jingle;
You are not a sculptor, but you have shaped the souls of young people.
Poplar has grown up under your careful cultivation.
Little bud, with your sunshine and rain blooming rapidly,
You answered our doubts and made our hearts suddenly enlightened.
In the morning, you read with us.
At noon, you are in charge of our nap.
At night, you urge us to sleep,
Three meals a day, under your care, give us a good and full meal.
Will you escort us far from the campus after school?
There are many left-behind children, so you take the initiative to contact your home school.
You often tell us: safety is very important, life comes first,
Teacher: We understand your deep love.
Teacher: We want to be you when we grow up.
Teacher: When we grow up, we will make our motherland more beautiful.
Teacher: We won't live up to your earnest teachings when we grow up?
Groups of children, smiling, holding flowers, dedicated to the gardener,
Say to the teachers: thank you sincerely! A hard-working teacher,
Children will always love you, love you.
Poems suitable for teachers to recite II. At school,
I don't pay much attention to the teacher.
Because of talent and wisdom,
And good grades,
I didn't get much criticism.
As an adult,
I also became a teacher.
Catch up with that era,
Students are like unruly ponies.
Lighter people may be cast a contemptuous look,
The worst may be laughed at and attacked.
Low social status,
Poor little salary.
Even find a date,
Will be rejected?
I didn't know until then,
As a teacher,
How hard it is.
But in doing so,
I don't know why,
I have come to like this profession.
Probably because:
On virtue,
I must walk straight;
Talking about knowledge,
I must have more accumulation,
Can educate people, solve doubts and answer questions;
Rank,
My position is not high, but it is not low;
Look at these connections,
My friend,
But all over Asia, Africa, Latin America, East, West, North and South.
Unconsciously,
I cultivated a garden full of peaches and plums;
I didn't see this tree full of peaches.
I just heard that that tree bears amazing plums.
I'm proud, I'm proud,
Because I'm their teacher?
The Big Dipper moves from star to star ―― The passage of time
Time flies,
Between the dense annual rings and the increase of white hair,
I miss my teacher more and more.
Teacher, teacher,
Where are you all?
I asked around, but nothing came of it.
Looking from all directions, maybe news.
Some people say,
He has returned to his hometown to live a quiet life.
Some people say,
She's dead. She left quietly?
Huh?
So soon,
I haven't had time to repay you,
How can they hide their things quietly?
Guilt tore my trembling remorse,
Tears washed away my sad apologies?
Ah!
Teacher's Day is coming,
What should I do?
Only,
Towards heaven and earth,
Take a deep bow,
Soothe lost thoughts,
Make up for my past shortcomings.
Read poems suitable for teachers. Dear teacher, how are you?
It's not this holiday to say hello to you.
For you, every day is a holiday
I engraved my deep thoughts in my heart.
Dear teacher, remember?
In the school propaganda team.
You asked me to play commander Hu Chuankui.
The lackeys of the Japanese aggressors and the enemies of the New Fourth Army.
I swear to death with tearful eyes.
You persuaded me patiently.
Pin the mauser pistol on my waist.
Great, great, you keep praising me.
In this way, I am thirteen years old.
Singing? Think at the beginning, Lao tze's team just opened?
Dear teacher, remember?
On the night of the performance, it lasted until half past ten.
It's getting dark and the stars are disappearing.
You won't let me walk home alone at night.
Worried about falling into the pond and falling off the cliff.
Sleep with the teacher tonight.
Your face is full of faint blush.
There is a motherly kindness in shyness.
Teacher, you are still an unmarried girl.
That teacher is Grandma Sha and you are Guo Jianguang.
In the worst case, you will be my little brother.
There is nothing to be afraid of!
Dear teacher, how are you?
This little secret has warmed me for decades.
Today, I wrote this little poem with deep affection.
Add some strands of hair to your white hair.