1, thank you, teacher
You are the morning star at night.
You are the clear sky during the day.
You are a breeze under the scorching sun.
You are the eaves in the rain.
You are the sea;
You are mountains and rivers.
You have shaped my soul.
You are a rocket carrying a satellite.
You are a compass at sea.
You're, like, into it,
You pay.
You are our most beloved teacher.
Teachers' Day Poetry Praises Teachers
Teacher, I want to say to you: your voice and smile, your gestures, always show in front of my eyes at this moment; Your concern and love have been lingering in my mind; Your inculcation is vivid in my mind. Everything is as clear as yesterday when you are with us.
Teacher, I want to say to you: you have given me confidence in learning; It is you who have given me the courage to live, the motivation to work hard and the expectation for a better future.
Teacher, I want to say to you: you are my stepping stone to open wisdom; You are my golden key to open the door to happiness; You are my guide in the journey of life; You are my conductor playing the music of life.
Teacher, I want to say to you: without you, maybe I will give up on myself; Without you, maybe I would be so addicted; Without you, there may be no prospect of my life; If it weren't for you, maybe I wouldn't be here today.
Teacher, I want to say to you: thank you.
2. Teachers
When chrysanthemums bloom quietly
I just remembered.
We should use it to bless our teachers.
Chrysanthemum is quiet
Bloom in the depths of folk songs
Our teacher, in this season.
Will become the height that people look up to
September belongs to teachers.
At the peak of September
Our teacher is holding a pointer.
Walk silently in the form of lectures
Although it is said that getting on the podium
Only one step away.
But this is the step.
Make a three-foot platform
Since then, it has become an endless road for teachers.
Four seasons are outside the classroom.
Change different colors
The teacher is on the platform.
Lead us to swim in the ocean of knowledge
September belongs to teachers.
Teacher, it belongs to September.
Our love for our teachers.
As beautiful as a blooming chrysanthemum.
The teacher's love for us
Like drunken autumn leaves in the forest ...
Teachers' life
Destined to be placed in that black night sky.
By many eager eyes
Read it as a noble and sacred.
When the teacher quietly faces the night sky
From between her fingers
Will flash for us kindly
A series of fairy-tale dreams
September belongs to teachers.
Teacher, it belongs to September.
Yan nan Fei Gao
There seems to be a queue for us on campus.
Waiting for the teacher's comments.
3. Dear teacher
September, a warm season;
September, the season when flowers are in full bloom;
September, the season of innocence.
Facing the breeze in September,
We came to nature,
Pick a bunch of flowers and give them to the teacher.
Send a ray of laughter to the teacher
Today is your festival,
All young pioneers have the same wish.
May you be happy forever.
I can't forget your pleasant demeanor on the podium;
I can't forget your hard figure under the night light;
I can't forget your amiable smile;
I can't forget your serious and responsible spirit.
It is you who led us on the ship of knowledge;
You taught us how to swim in the sea of knowledge.
We made it,
You are our teacher;
We are famous.
You are still our teacher;
No matter how wonderful our performance is,
You will always be our teacher.
Facing the red scarf of our new era.
You can only smile,
Worry and sadness are always reserved for lonely days.
You think we don't know anything
Dear teacher:
You have worked hard!
Your efforts,
We can see your efforts.
Look! The scarlet scarf is as red as fire!
Floating in every corner of the motherland. On 9.6 million square kilometers of land,
Every red scarf is a beating note,
Let's sing!
Let's jump!
Celebrate the great September 10.
Celebrate the glorious September 10.
Listen! What a wonderful song that is.
That is a song dedicated to teachers all over the world.
Remember it! September 10.
Remember it! In September,
A song for the teacher.
4. Teachers
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 a thing called sincerity
This is an unadorned white cloud.
Carry too much with your own fatigue.
The eager eyes of a bird who wants to fly
5. "Peach blossom and plum blossom are your rewards"
Year,
Old your young face
It's stormy,
Wash your lovely face
Flowers and blessings
It should be yours.
Dedication shows your selflessness and greatness.
Because you believe
When the peach and plum gardens are blooming.
Where are the white clouds drifting?
Where does my emotion stay?
today
I pretended to be a fearless poet.
Enthusiastically
Write a poem for you.
Dedicated to love and tolerance.
The drizzle drifted gently.
Just like your comforting words.
You use the rain and dew of love
Moisten my heart
You use a strong hand.
Hold up my ideal sail
You burned a beautiful life.
How much blood and sweat have you sacrificed?
Teacher,
How many sleepless nights
You are in your seat.
On a three-foot platform
Your laughter is rippling.
You melted the ice and snow with enthusiasm.
You shorten the distance between people with your love.
Continuous drizzle
Touch my heart.
I wish I were an eagle.
Fly to your side
Give me the most sincere words:
Teacher, you have worked hard!
Teachers' Day Poetry: In the Storm
When weathering becomes a curtain,
When rain turns into snow,
Curtains and snow,
Turn into blackboard and chalk.
When the blackboard becomes teaching,
When chalk becomes knowledge,
Teaching and knowledge,
It suits you.
You stand among the flowers,
Flowers stand in the wind and rain,
In the storm,
Your showers and lightning.
Flowers bloom and bloom,
You always stand in the wind,
In the storm,
Flowers turned into forests.
The wind kneaded into persistence,
The rain broke into regrets,
Persistence, no regrets,
Enter the new year with you again.
Another year of wind,
Another year of rain,
In the storm,
I see you again.