I want to say that you are the pillars of the motherland! .
It is you who prop 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 described in two words, that is.
Burning!
Continue to burn;
Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then the students are the sand in the clam.
You lick it, grind it, and wash it with love. ...
Over the years, grains of sand have become pearls and glistened.
You were running around the campus when we left school briskly.
When we relax and play, you smell the book alone under the lamp.
Spring, summer, autumn and winter, cold comes and summer goes, and you silently dedicate your youth.
You are not an actor, but you attract our hungry eyes;
You are not a singer, but let the clear spring of knowledge tinkle;
You are not a sculptor, but you are shaping the souls of groups of young students.
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.
Addition, subtraction, multiplication and division are not your efforts!
Poetry and songs can't stop praising you!
You water our ideal flowers with the nectar of knowledge;
You use the clear spring of your heart to nourish the beautiful fruit of our emotions.
In this unusual festival, please allow us to offer our deep blessings:
Where there is Bole, there is a swift horse. Thank you, my teacher! You don't regret your choice.
Pick up the chalk and walk into the classroom.
With that fiery heart
Reclaimed a primitive and rich golden land.
Have you ever thought about retiring here?
Career begins with a blank on the blackboard.
Watch the short stick in your hand slowly disappear.
Lost in endless love
Love dust all over the sky
Dye your black hair white.
Since then, your years have been like water.
From then on, your morning drowsiness turned into fat.
Since then, your efforts have been devoted to
This tender and lovely black land
You have no regrets.
Work hard over there
-With painful pleasure
You planted your hope in that golden land.
Then you water them.
Grow into a big tree
-Supporting this land
Time didn't convince you.
But you let the years bend your body.
You've been standing for decades.
You gave us precious freedom.
You have given us more precious youth.
But you didn't leave a trace of regret-Teachers' Day Black and White Concerto.
White clouds in the morning
You pick inch by inch.
Become a shining star
Decorate in the night sky
The night sky is so bright.
Four seasons breeze
You pick it up bit by bit.
Turn into a flat note
Be embedded in a song
This song is very pleasant.
You put inch by inch powder ash
Grow sideburns
Pave the ladder of growth with your shoulders.
We climbed to the top of the cliff.
But leave footprints on your body.
Swinging fruit trees
Falling sweet fruit
You smiled, but waved.
Retreat quietly
Become white clouds in the sky
Become a shining star
Silently, shining dawn
On the altar three feet high.
You wrote it day and night.
Black and white concerto
[Classical Complex] Teacher's Day gift to teachers
It is difficult to preach and teach, but it is difficult to stay awake at night.
It is difficult to add white hair to the case, and the year of reducing China is counted.
Morality is with you, and poetry and books are always sweet in your hands.
Don't say that the wall is poor, and the peaches and plums are full of fragrance.
Teacher's Day Expression (Poetry Group)
one
Changting wai
Your flute wrinkled your eyes.
Go again today.
The grass is blue and the sky is blue.
That podium
Pour out your life feelings.
Carefully fed little swallows
Fly into the blue sky than the team here.
What about you?
Years are frosted and candles are reduced to ashes.
Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road
As soon as the tall building landed, it got up.
two
candle
It is oneself that burns.
Someone else lit it up.
You came to this mountain village in your twenties.
Leave your beloved girlfriend
And keep the city prosperous.
It is cold in spring, rainy in summer, frosty in autumn and snowy in winter.
The lonely wind is with you.
The crumbling toilet accepts you.
Only the gurgling stream will tell you all day.
Decades of silent feelings
When an enlightened king needs talents.
Your handsomeness is a memory of the past
How many wrinkles have you added to your forehead?
You are a candle.
Illuminated the path of the mountain village
Burned out the taste of ignorance passed down from generation to generation.
three
spring rain
With the wind, it slipped away at night.
It moistens everything silently and gently.
That is you
Information pointing to spring
a little bit
Rigorous and meticulous
Bud blooming
The flowers are gradually blooming.
four
carnation
You have nothing.
A carnation
Pale, covered with frost beads on the branches and leaves.
Ah, teacher
You gave me all the warmth.
You gave me all sincerity.
Take it.
This is a small gift from a child.
Thoughts on Teachers' Day (two songs)
Thoughts on Teachers' Day (two songs)
Yin Desheng
1, candle
Treat youth as wax
Take the heart as the flame.
Burning silently
A candle is a small lamp.
Enough to put all the darkness
drive away
Teacher, who gave you such a metaphor?
appropriately
Let me sigh all the time
Can't forget.
Around us
Blinded by ignorance in the dark.
Often visible
Candles, bright eyes
Always online
Teacher, we have reason to believe.
Where is ignorance?
There's room for you.
Have darkness.
There is light.
2, silkworm
Chew the years and mulberry leaves carefully
A taste
Soak the whole body
life
It's always short
In the limited time.
Pour out the truth without regrets
From the womb to the grave
It is a kind of beauty of transformation.
silkworm
Explain to us the true meaning of life.
Poems dedicated to Teachers' Day (group poems)
September
September fruity fragrance
Chrysanthemum yellow in September
In September, we remember who is still spreading hope.
We collect sunshine in September.
In September, we sang affectionately.
September is a touching season, cherished by the eyes of knowledge for a lifetime.
There are blessings flying among the autumn leaves in September.
September poets create immortal poems.
In September, we never forgot who was silently making our wedding clothes.
September makes us dare not forget.
In September, we dare not forget who taught us to think.
In September, I dare not forget who made the world have love and books.
In September, we dare not forget who built the temple of knowledge with hard work.
In September, we dare not forget who guided us in confusion.
In September, we watched the wave of wheat harvest.
In September, we were still growing up in textbooks.
In September, we will never forget the admiration we remember with emotion.
There is one thing.
There is something called sacredness.
It is the star that lights up on the horizon at dawn.
Silently according to the first come, first come.
Let's go to the countless flashes in our dreams.
There is something called eternity.
It's a stone coming back from watching the tide by the sea.
Gradually consume life in the wind and rain.
Become a totem worshipped by countless pilgrims
There is such a thing as sincerity.
This is an unadorned white cloud.
Carry too much with your own fatigue.
The eager eyes of a bird who wants to fly
There is such a thing as making love, simplicity, dedication or.
You can also call it another compliment because she is so beautiful.
Yes, some people wrote a great poem by themselves.
Just like the silent ear of wheat grows and gives birth to hope after harvesting.
Walk around and start over.
Beyond the mountain is the school.
In childhood
Mom said the school is beyond the mountain.
There are many children and bright classrooms.
Mom also said that some teachers never beat or scold their children.
I look up at that mountain every day and watch the flowing clouds fly beautifully.
grow up to an adult
Mom said the school is beyond the mountain.
Have the dream of flying and rich wisdom.
Mom also said that there are teachers who teach you to read, calculate and be a man.
Every day I carry a schoolbag full of hope to climb the doomed mountain in my life.
Travel far away
Mom said the school is beyond the mountain.
There are your laughter and saplings that grow with you.
Mom also said that some teachers are as unknown as the backbone of a mountain.
I work hard in the city every day to realize my dream in the direction of the teacher's guidance.
Beyond the mountain is the school.
Too many traces have passed away in the years.
Mom said that the only constant is the sound of reading.
There are also tireless teachers.
A pile of short poems
(1) chalk
Ancient limestone was incinerated.
Thousands of years of history still emerge in its memory.
White body in front of us.
Inspire those who want to change history.
(2) Blackboard
Are you silent because the night never leaves?
The trace of a meteor is a hymn.
Although no one deliberately found your beauty, I know.
You can shake a light skirt and shake off the words that have been condensed for 5 thousand years.
Have you forgotten?
(3) the text of the application
There is a thick pile of immature handwriting on the desk.
Some dreams, when opened, have already flown happily.
The student wrote, I want to be a scientist, I want to be a doctor.
Another wrote, Teacher, I want to be a teacher.
The whole office is full of knowing smiles and pride.
(4) After school
Time has rung the bell for school.
Line up according to the class and stand at attention.
The headmaster issued an order on the podium.
Remember, don't forget the provisions of the student code.
Don't forget to grade your homework.
Don't forget.
Suddenly there was no figure on the playground.
To a rural female teacher
Waiting in silence.
You wait there to enter the time scale.
The sound of rain in the distance just became a little sad in my mind.
Some people missed a drop of rain from the eaves.
Shadows sneak past your eyes.
There are some naive hibiscus flowers on campus.
A short poem with no title looms between the soft petals.
Your blushing face is innocent among the flowers.
Let the silence of the night slip away.
Under the lonely lamp
There are messy exercise books and flying handwriting in the distance.
The pen in your hand sitting in front of the book case croaked outside the window.
Find a vision that is moved into sunshine and laughter. Some stories become distant classics late at night.
Recently in love? Teachers' Day
Red leaves reflect pictures,
Fruitful,
It's so interesting.
Festivals add joy as scheduled,
The great achievements of Shao Yin's elegant rhyme songs.
Candles burn very brightly,
Gallbladder liver,
Red Flag Festival of Rule of Virtue.
Great achievements have passed,
Infatuation is in spring again.
Send you a bunch of flowers (Teacher's Day)
Send you a bunch of flowers.
The mountain you want to go to.
Afraid that time will fly.
The flowers soon withered.
Not sustainable
Infinite mind
Unwilling to let paper flowers
The beauty of faded memories
More reluctant to plastic flowers.
A stinging warm feeling
Send you a bunch of silk flower.
Plug it in your desk.
By the sleepless desk lamp
That tasteless smell
It is my silent language.
Blooming flowers
This is my sincere wish.
Let it accompany
You work silently.
Spend every day.
Sow knowledge
Day and night—
Teachers' Day composition was written on the tenth Teachers' Day.
Teachers are engineers who shape human beings and gardeners who work hard to water the flowers of the motherland. Teachers,
As the noblest cause under the sun, it has been respected and loved by people since ancient times; Arrive at the club
Today, with the vigorous development of socialism, respecting teachers and attaching importance to education has become a fine tradition of the whole Chinese nation.
Teacher, as Mr. Lu Xun said, you are a cow, eating grass and squeezing milk.
Blood. Teacher, you cultivate students with profound knowledge, tireless teaching spirit and selfless love.
It has trained generations of talents, who are the pillars of the "four modernizations" and laid the foundation for the prosperity of the motherland.
Made an indelible contribution.
Teacher, it is you who have shouldered the beam of transporting talents for the motherland and held up the motherland with your hands.
The blue sky holds up the hope and future of the motherland. Teacher, when you are full of peaches and plums, according to
However, working silently in their own posts, slowly aging in the ruthless years.
China land, there is no beauty without mountains, and there is no beauty without water! But without your sowing, today is the ninth day.
The country will not have the coexistence of antiquity and civilization, and it will not show such vitality. Teacher, your study.
Life will never forget your deep kindness. We will be swans for nine days and fight the Wan Li sky;
When the weather is high and the wind is urgent, we will spread our wings and soar in the blue sky of the motherland! teacher
Please allow me to put on a feather dragon suit for you.
In this long winter
Let me sing a song for you.
A wordless song of gratitude
Never forget your loving eyes. Remember the hope of speaking.
It seems that the sunshine in September is dense and peaceful. ......
I can't forget that you are getting thinner every day.
It is the hard work hidden behind the smile.
Like a red maple in autumn
Reflect the waste of time
But I have no regrets. ......
I can't look at you, dear teacher
Because of your efforts, many souls have not lived in vain.
On this sacred day
Best wishes to you.
Happy holidays
Don't forget that today is your holiday.
Time is slipping away.
You are my best memory.
When I was growing up,
With your hard sweat.
You have given us a wealth of knowledge.
Educate us to become the pillars of the country.
Your silent dedication
Diligent watering
Until a batch is produced.
Abundant fruit
Teaching is like spring breeze.
The teacher's kindness is as deep as the sea
today
Sincerely wish you
Happy Teachers' Day
-teacher, you have worked hard.
Who-led the ignorant us 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?-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-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!
A common name has existed in the dictionary for thousands of years.
An ordinary profession has lasted for thousands of years on earth.
This name has never been written into a glorious history book, and it rarely becomes a newspaper headline.
This profession can't buy charming wealth, nor can it win a prominent reputation.
However, ordinary is not a trivial alias, but it marks a noble dedication.
To this end, we should declare with deep affection and pride that teachers will be with heaven and earth forever.
Every day, we walk into the quiet classroom facing the rising sun.
Into hunger and thirst, into expectation, into pairs of searching eyes.
In the soil of the soul, we sow hard.
We work silently in the fields of hope.
The years passed quietly with the flowing clouds.
White hair, stepping on the bell to climb the temples.
Maybe killing life with chalk will bring sighs and pity.
But we will never be discouraged and never regret it. Because the value of life has been heavily displayed on the scale of career.
Yes, in the secular eyes, the profession of teachers lacks attractive aperture.
Some people say that the teacher is a candle that illuminates others' tears, but burns himself.
It is also said that teachers are needed by everyone, but they can't afford the price.
Dear friend, have you thought about it?
Can be a burning candle, life will be eternal in dedication, and a nation and a country lack salt, what a gaunt face it is.
Call us poor, but we are poor and innocent.
When we say that we have money, we can also describe it as rich and talented, full of peaches and plums.
We have nurseries to cultivate pillars and temples to beautify the soul.
Standing at the beginning of the new century, let's sing for the educational ideal.
Our ideal is colorful morning glow, which draws a broader career than Tianyu. Our ideal is a hymn of youth, which scatters flying dreams and exciting notes in children's hearts.
Spread selfless dedication with our passion,
Ignite romantic feelings with our poems,
Seize every fleeting opportunity with our wisdom,
Use our energy to touch the happy heartbeat of children,
Write the sacred educational ideal with our perseverance.
Our educational ideal,
Is to let every student raise the sail of hope.
Our educational ideal,
Is to let every parent enjoy the joy of success.
Our educational ideal,
It is to let the whole society appreciate the magic and broadness of education.
We have entered an era like a song.
This era needs innovation, rationality, poetry and dedication.
Our life breathes with this great era.
With the arrival of the new century, our cause is taking off.
The voice is full of longing, and the eyes are full of eager expectation.
The banner of rejuvenating the country through science and education has been flying high.
Education, the aircraft carrier, is sailing at a new starting point along the direction of the flag.
Let's set up lofty educational ideals.
Beating with the pulse of world education, we will have the advantage of backwardness to meet the dawn of the new century, ignite Chinese civilization and bright hope, and reap the glory of China's education era.
The wind outside the window said:
"Come with me and I'll take you up."
The clouds on the horizon say:
"Come with me, and I will build a rainbow for you."
The flowers in the garden said:
"Stay with me and I will weave a magnificent picture for you."
The waves in the river say:
"Travel with me and I will give you a bright future."
The wind won't disturb your mind,
Cloud-can't keep your infatuation,
Flowers-cover your dreams,
Waves-can't break your firmness.
That's because ... ...
You stick to a sacred post,
All of my heart is waiting for you to sow;
That's because ... ...
You have infinitely fertile soil,
The tree of life is deeply rooted in the hearts of children.
Winter goes and spring comes. Time flies.
Dust whitens your sideburns,
The podium carries your figure,
Hard work bends your back,
Efforts have changed your face.
Quit the temptation from all directions,
The heart is like a magnet, pointing to a constant stroke.
Time has taken away your youth,
Today is still full of passion, remain uncorrupted!
How many times do you sleep? The center is connected with the classroom.
How many times the morning breeze is awakened by light,
How many times did sweat beat on the way to becoming a teenager,
How many drops of painstaking efforts have dyed the ideal of youth red!
Lead the hope of the motherland to climb the mountain of science,
Guide the future of the country through the maze of knowledge.
Persistent pursuit penetrates the clouds of history,
The fervent hope illuminates the vast space and time.
Dispel confusion with truth,
Melt the cold with enthusiasm,
Let wisdom touch every heartstring,
Let justice occupy every soul.
Sprinkle joy on every smiling face,
Casting brilliance for every life.
Write down the aspirations of China people on the blackboard.
Hold up the dawn of the country in the classroom.
The new Long March begins at your feet,
The dragon's expectation was born in your pen.
The cornerstone of the socialist building was laid here.
The pillars of the sky were formed here.
The fragrance of peaches and plums depicts the splendid land,
Innocent childlike innocence lights up the stars in the world.
Silk of spring silkworm,
Tears of red candle,
The gardener's dream,
Heaven and earth gather in your handout,
Truth, goodness and beauty are condensed in your words and deeds.
Spring follows you up the mountain,
A generation of tianjiao was sent to the peak by you.
Say hello to the wind outside the window,
Clouds on the horizon salute you,
The flowers in the garden smile at you,
The waves in the river cheer for you.
This is September, sunny September.
We are in the poetic season.
Ushered in a sacred day.
-Teachers' Day
In this beautiful festival
We have beautiful flowers in our hands.
Together with a beautiful blessing.
Dedicated to you together
Dear teacher
Teacher, this kind and warm name.
Rooted in my heart since childhood.
It's you, holding hands.
Teach us to open the door of knowledge.
It's you, holding hands.
Teach us to take an ideal step.
Teacher, this simple and rich name.
Grow sturdily in your mind from an early age
It's you, meticulous
Dispel the haze on our way to school.
It's you, having fun in pain.
Help us raise the sail of life.
Teacher, do you remember?
When we solve one problem after another,
There will be a big smile on your face.
Teacher, do you remember?
When we win back one medal after another
Your eyes will be filled with tears of relief.
Teacher, we all remember.
Remember your faded skirt.
That is the most simple scenery on campus.
Teacher, we all remember.
Remember your revised exercise book stroke by stroke.
That is the most meaningful annotation in life.
Okay.-okay.
You have planted the seeds of knowledge in our hearts.
Water and farm in the seasonal cycle.
You have set up an ideal banner in our world.
Escort the journey of life
Yes-the most!
You taught us to conceive the most magnificent poem.
You taught us to write the most magnificent hymn.
You have contributed to the construction of the human soul.
You have devoted yourself to the cause of the human soul.
Teacher, my dear teacher
You cultivated the flowers of the motherland with your blood.
You created the spring of life with loyalty.
Ah, my dear teacher
Your lofty spirit is the beacon of my life.
Your selfless character is a beacon in my heart.
How many people get together, how many people leave.
How many expectations, how many entrust.
You put us on the platform of life.
You handed us over to the future of our motherland.
There is as much sadness as there is happiness.
How much infatuation, how much bitterness.
In the storm, we have never been afraid.
Outside the dream. We never get lost.
Tonight, tonight is a festival.
Every pair of eyes is filled with tears of gratitude.
Every line of poetry reveals gratitude.
Continuous illumination is a deep blessing.
Fireworks are a string of prayers.
Our thoughts are as majestic as the waves.
Our mood is as beautiful as poetry.
We will sing a hymn for you with the most beautiful flowers.
We will sing an ode for you and extend our best wishes.
Teacher, dear teacher
Festive fasting music
White hair recalls sorrow.
Wrinkles remember troubles.
Remember to pursue time.
Present flowers in memory of glory.
Sweat turns into light and heat.
Life is a road sign.
Youth makes love.
Really smiled.
Ah, teacher
You are Castle Peak.
You are the sea.
Your magnanimous mind will never grow old.
Ah, teacher
You're giving.
You are cultivating.
Your red heart burns with the sun