The introduction to the poems praising teachers is as follows:
Poems praising teachers (1)
The fourth spring brings preparations,
Several autumn rains wash away the gap.
The black hair accumulates frost and weaves the sun and the moon,
The chalk silently writes the Spring and Autumn Period.
Spring is not old even when silk is exhausted,
The tears of candles turn to gray and become thicker in autumn.
Three thousand peaches and plums are sown in spring, and China is filled with fruits in autumn.
Poetry in praise of teachers (2)
I love my teacher
Teachers are like red candles,
igniting the hearts of students The torch,
burned itself,
until the red candle turned to ashes.
Teachers are like gardeners,
nurturing our flowers,
but working hard on themselves,
until physical exhaustion Jing
When we grow up, we must become the pillars of the country,
Ah! The teacher is so selfless!
Ah! Teacher, we love you!
Poems in Praise of Teachers (3)
What does the teacher look like?
Teachers are like red candles,
lighting up the journey of knowledge.
What does the teacher look like?
Teachers are like spring rain,
sprinkling bits and pieces of knowledge into our hearts.
What does the teacher look like?
Teachers are like gardeners,
nurturing our young children into adults who understand knowledge.
What does the teacher look like?
The teacher is like a golden key,
leading us who are ignorant into the treasure house of knowledge.
What does the teacher look like?
Teachers are like our mothers,
accompanying us every day,
teaching us some rich and colorful knowledge.
It is the teachers who have given us so much knowledge.
Here I would like to wish all the teachers to stay young and beautiful forever.
Poems in Praise of Teachers (4)
A blackboard
A three-foot podium
This is the place where you can express your life
We thrive in your world
A piece of chalk
In your hand
Transformed into words on the blackboard< /p>
It has become the knowledge in our minds
The pointers
are dancing in front of you
continuously
p>Those principles of life have drifted into our hearts
Poetry in praise of teachers (5)
How many years of seasons have reincarnated, how many springs, summers, autumns and winters,
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You are a bright life burning with red candles.
You have devoted so much blood and sweat, and don’t ask for a famous name in history.
You spread the fire of wisdom with your true feelings. .
Just like the spring silkworm devotes its life to loyalty,
Just like the winter plum singing the song of early spring.
How many blind nights, how many times have the lights been on?
You have been sitting at your desk in the long night,
You have added gorgeous hair between your black hair. , the three-foot podium was full of laughter,
You shorten the distance between hearts with your friendship.
You are the sunshine that melts the indifferent ice and snow,
You are the one who guides people out of the labyrinth of science.
Ah! Glorious teacher, hardworking gardener!
The fragrance of peaches and plums is your joy,
A silently dedicated and selfless soul.