A poem about a teacher being a gardener 1. Write a poem about the teacher being a gardener.
1. 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!
2. 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!
3. Your lectures are colorful. Each chapter seems to open a window in front of me and let me see a colorful 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!
6. Spreading knowledge means sowing hope and happiness. Teacher, you are the sower of this hope and happiness!
7. Teacher, you are the cultivator and sower of beauty. It is you, shining with beautiful sunshine, nourishing beautiful rain and dew, making our hearts green and full of flowers!
8. You are busy blooming and falling, the fruit is ripe, and the leaves are hanging silently in the shade! Ah, teacher, your spirit, always remember my heart!
9. You are like a nameless root, which makes the young trees grow sturdily and the branches bear rich fruits without asking for anything in return.
10. You gave us a ruler of life, let us measure it ourselves every day; You gave us a mirror of exemplary behavior, and let us learn everywhere.
1 1. You are a bridge that connects the cut mountains for us and leads 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.
12. When the seedling 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.
13. No matter how cold it is in Qin Xin and Yi Yan, it is easier to grow flowers than to educate people. The valley is very fragrant, poems are full of people, paintings are full of people, and talented people smile.
2. The teacher is a gardener.
You are a gardener, watering the flowers of the motherland; You are a red candle, illuminating our direction. Isn't this poem a true portrayal of your selfless love? "Spring silkworms weave until they die, and candles drain the wick every night"? Dear teacher, I want to tell you!
Teacher, you have worked hard! In the morning, when we opened our dim eyes and complained that time passed too fast, you had left home and were driving to work. When we go out to play after class, you are still preparing lessons carefully in the office; In the evening, when we finish our homework and get into the warm bed, you are still correcting our homework carefully at the desk ... The lights are sleepy, the stars are sleepy, the moon is sleepy, and our beloved teacher is still working under the lights.
Thank you teacher! When my handwriting is scrawled, the first person to find and guide me is you; When I was wronged, the first person to comfort me was you; When I was proud when I got good grades in the exam, the first person to remind me that "modesty makes people progress and pride makes people fall behind" was you; When I enjoy my success, the first person to bless me and let me "make further progress" is you!
Teacher, I'm sorry! It was a sunny morning and you were talking about the key knowledge. After listening for a while, I started talking to my deskmate, and you just saw it. You said loudly, "Sit down and listen carefully!" You gave me a stern look and then went on. Although it has been a long time, I still remember it vividly, and I always feel unspeakable guilt when I think about it.
You are manna, blooming our ideal flowers. Peach Blossom Pond is deep in thousands of feet. Don't forget the teacher's feelings for me! Dear teacher, under your kind words and earnest instruction, I will go forward bravely and repay you with excellent results!
3. Write a poem, the teacher is a gardener
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!
Your lecture is rich and colorful. Each chapter seems to open a window in front of me and let me see a colorful 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.
4. What poems describe gardeners?
1, praised by the gardener
Author: anonymous modern
When the wind and sunshine float freely,
When children are like dandelions,
Walking in the blue sky in the wind.
It's vivid,
Let her life harvest beautiful.
Calendar,
Wandering in spring, summer, autumn and winter.
By her window,
But a flower will always bloom,
This flower is called education.
I know,
This is her youth.
Prose poems left behind.
The story above,
This is about her and her educational life.
Time gave her a kiss.
Author: anonymous modern
Years have kissed the flowers exposed in spring, the gentle breeze in summer, the rolling wheat waves in autumn and the warm sunshine in winter; Yes, the beautiful girl kissed the fragrance of Taoyuan all her life for her world.
Years gave her a kiss, and she returned it with poetry. Her window, the gentle seasons, the blue dust raised by chalk, the footnotes left by teaching plans and the smiling faces of children are all lines she wrote for education with years.
3, when the flowers bloom, take a garden fragrance.
Author: anonymous modern
In an ordinary post, Mr. Jin is working happily.
Look at students with appreciation and water education with love.
She keeps pace with the times and keeps up with the pace of educational reform.
She actively participated in the compilation of school-based curriculum,
Time is silent, waiting for flowers to bloom!
4. Teachers
Text/Lavang
teacher
Teacher, you are spring.
This is a lovely spring.
Everything thrives in your arms.
Teacher, you are in summer.
This is a lovely summer.
Everything blooms in your arms.
Teacher, you are autumn.
This is a lovely autumn.
Everything is in your arms.
Teacher, it's winter.
This is a respectable winter.
Everything in your arms is snow and beautiful years.
In your arms
We were born in spring.
Xiachang
autumn harvest
Dong Yun
5. Teacher's Day
Screenwriter: Gong Zheng
Another semester.
Many new faces
Let the mind project a caring eye.
Refine the responsibility in your heart.
Great wisdom
Have to start over.
How many pairs of hungry eyes
Help each other in the same boat, ride the wind and waves
leave
We praise hard-working gardener teachers, and we often use poems.
Falling red is not a heartless thing, but a spring mud to protect flowers. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die. Every night, candles will drain the wick and sneak into the night with the wind, quietly nourishing everything, keeping high and deepening practice. Say nothing, learn from others and be a teacher for life. Write a teacher's soul like a father's words, like a friend's words, like a friend's relatives, just a few lines. I hope that future generations can successfully consult teachers and Tang. It's like colored glass. Wherever poetry goes, Zen has passed poetry. I studied under my son Tang in the East Palace and under the Zen master in the South Temple. I have nothing to worry about when I meet you from afar. There are not many roads to Pengshan. Time passed long before I met her, but since we separated, the time has been longer. The east wind has risen, the flowers have withered, the silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and the candles will cry in her mirror every night. In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing, but she dared to use the cold of her evening song in the moonlight. Oh, bluebirds, listen! -Give me what she said! Praised the teacher. I remember your hands were covered with powder. I remember your kind teaching. I remember your new silver hair. Because of you, students can become talents. The world is so civilized because of you. You are a beacon for children who have lost their way to find their homes. You are the angel of September, dedicated to the teacher, and arrived as scheduled. The world is bright. We sing in September. Because this is your eternal festival. We remember September because it was our sincere confession. September is a cup full of emotions. We in hands in the air sincerely wish. Please drink a toast. September's music has been played. Please accept our gift in September. All the teachers who are struggling on the education front. The teacher praised others for getting 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 that peaches and plums are fragrant to celebrate Teachers' Day. It is you! Teacher! With your hard sweat, you have nurtured the tender seedlings that have just broken ground in spring. Who-who educated naughty us into considerate and helpful people? It is you! Teacher! Your care is like a warm spring breeze, which warms our hearts. Who trained young people to be mature and sensible teenagers? It is you! Teacher! Your protection makes us grow up healthily. We have made great achievements in the golden autumn. You have worked hard! Teacher! People who work hard in the heat and cold. You have worked hard! Teacher! Those who devote their youth to nothingness. 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. We are sucking the drizzle, growing and growing. Teacher, you are like the autumn breeze, blowing the yellow land, calling for golden rice, and we have harvested the harvest fruit. 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 travel in the world of knowledge! You present a flower, I present a flower, let's weave a big wreath for my dear teacher and mother. You gave the seeds, and they were as warm as 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 clear spring, which brings joy to everyone. Wherever we go, we will 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 your flower. The golden wind sends laughter, and the sweet-scented osmanthus floats. Today's teacher's holiday is coming again. I don't know how much effort the teacher has devoted to 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 a noble cause in the world. Teachers give us ideal sunshine and wisdom sunshine. The teacher guides us to a 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, that is the teacher's love for us. The teacher's words and deeds are as silent as spring rain. The teacher is willing to be a green leaf and hold us up as a red flower. 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. A teacher is like a big tree, with a blue sky overhead and a down-to-earth mind, silently benefiting the society. The teacher is a big tree. Bring spring to the world. The teacher sowed the seeds of hope and cultivated us into a forest. Small trees grow into pillars, and gardeners cultivate manners. 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, our teacher is a good man, and silkworms in spring will weave until they die. Day and night, tears flow out, ten years of trees, people teach like spring breeze, and teachers are as deep as the sea. Thanks to Dan Xin's words, blood and flowers, all my teachers also spit out countless threads in their hearts and dedicated their lives. It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer. The east wind is blowing, the flowers are dying, the silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and the candles will drain the wick every night. In the morning, she saw her hair clouds changing in the mirror, but she dared to take her dusk Song Pengshan with her in the cold moonlight. Oh, bluebirds, listen! -Give me what she said! Praised the teacher. I remember your hands were covered with powder. I remember your kind teaching. I remember your new silver hair. Because of you, students can become talents. The world is so civilized because of you. You are a beacon for children who have lost their way to find their homes. You are the angel of September, dedicated to the teacher, and arrived as scheduled. The world is bright. We sing September. Because this is your eternal festival. We remember September because it was our sincere confession. September is a cup full of emotions. We hold high our sincere wishes with our hands. Please drink a toast. September's music has been played. Please accept our gift in September. All the teachers and teachers struggling in the education front say 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.
6. What are the poems commonly used to praise hard-working gardeners and teachers?
1, I am at the same time, only the West Lake is full moon. -"Preface to Magnolia, Ci Ou Gong West Lake Rhyme" Song Dynasty: Su Shi
Interpretation: Only the bright moon at the bottom of the West Lake once shone on all people.
2. Hsinchu is taller than the old bamboo branches and is supported by the old stems. -"Hsinchu" Qing: Zheng Xie
Interpretation: New bamboos are taller than old bamboos, and their growth depends entirely on old branches.
Your husband is full of peaches and plums, why not plant more flowers in front of the hall? -"The Wind and Planting Flowers in Gong Ling Lvyetang" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
Interpretation: Pei's Taoli disciples are all over the world. Where is it necessary to plant flowers in front of and behind the house?
4, falling red is not a heartless thing, turning into spring mud to protect flowers. -"The Fifth Poem of Ji Hai" Qing: Gong Zizhen
Interpretation: I quit my job and returned to my hometown, just like a fallen flower, but it is not a heartless thing. It has become the soil of spring and can also play a role in cultivating the next generation.
Silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and candles will drain the wick every night. -"Untitled Time" was long before I met her, but it was longer than after we parted. Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
Interpretation: Spring silkworms spit out silk until they die, and candles burn to ashes to drip dry teardrop wax oil.
6, sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. -"Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
Interpretation: With the gentle breeze, quietly enter the night. Fine and dense, nourishing everything on the earth.
7, teacher, so preach and teach to solve doubts. -"Shi Shuo" Tang Dynasty: Han Yu
Interpretation: Teachers can (can) rely on imparting truth, teaching knowledge and answering difficult questions.
8, language comes to the river, cold smoke comes alone. -"Seeking Harmony, Respecting Teachers and Living in Seclusion" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Commentary: Yong Zun and I talked until the river was shrouded in dusk, so we had to walk down the misty cold mountain alone.
9, where to meet from afar, there is nothing in my heart. -"History of the Yuan Dynasty" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
Interpretation: When can we meet again? Probably have to wait until there is nothing secular in my heart.
10, Toutuo, Akiyama, said that our army had beaten the tiger back before. -"To the Zen Master" Tang Dynasty: Shang Liu
Commentary: Lao Toutuo lives in Qiushan, and I still remember shooting from a tiger.
7. Praise the gardener's ancient poems
spring silkworm
Li Shangyin, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote the poem "Spring silkworms die, and night candles burn the wick", which brought the perseverance, faithfulness and dedication of spring silkworms to the extreme and became a beautiful sentence sung through the ages. People vividly compare teachers to "spring silkworms", which is a high evaluation of teachers' selfless dedication and noble quality. People praise teachers as spring silkworms, who "spit out all the silk threads in their hearts, pour infinite love into life, and weave a bright and warm world without knowing anything". "Spring Silkworm" is a title that teachers feel extremely honored. Zhu Guangqian, a famous educator, said: "As long as I live, I will spin silk for a day. I hope that the silk I spit out can add a little warmth to the world and make spring stronger. "
Spring silkworm is pure and flawless, with noble temperament; In spring, I ate a few green leaves and spit out a splendid picture. Only glorious people's teachers are worthy of this title, because the excellent quality of spring silkworms is endless and spinning.
Candle-the warmest and moving title
candle
This famous saying comes from Li Shangyin, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. People praise candles because they burn themselves silently and illuminate others with their own light until they burn themselves out. Speaking of the quality of candles, people will think of their beloved teachers, who impart knowledge to students and illuminate their voyage with the light of wisdom and character. Isn't this selfless dedication to "light the way for others, let others see the light and burn themselves out" the most vivid metaphor for people's teachers? "If the red candle glows and gives off heat, it carefully cultivates the excellent materials of the country, just like a spring silkworm who has no regrets and dedicates herself to education." This pair of couplets encouraged by the teacher is the recognition and pride of the title of "candle".
A willing helmsman
Lu Xun, a great modern writer, famously said, "Bow your head and be a willing ox", which sublimated and carried forward the spirit of a willing ox. Later, people used "willing to be a willing ox" to describe a person who is willing to serve the people and is selfless. People call the teacher Gan Niu because it is a well-deserved and most appropriate metaphor. Our country has always had the traditional virtue that teachers and students are "as close as father and son". Teachers love their students as much as their own children, work as hard as a willing cow, are willing to make dedication, and make all efforts to cultivate a willing child without asking for anything in return. Liu Rangxian, an outstanding teacher in China who won the "Ruzi Niu Award", has been rooted in the rural areas of Qinghai Plateau for decades and worked as hard as an ox, dedicating his love to his children selflessly. Liu Rangxian is an outstanding representative of teachers and a vivid embodiment of the spirit of "a willing ox". The spirit of "a willing ox" is characterized by "deep love, silent cultivation, hard struggle and selfless dedication" and "eating grass to milk". These excellent qualities are embodied in the vast number of teachers in our country. Therefore, calling a teacher a "Confucian cow" is China's most distinctive compliment.
It takes three generations to make a gentleman.
Teaching is like a spring breeze, and teachers are like the sea.