You present a flower,
I present a flower,
Let's weave a big wreath,
Dedicated to my dear teacher and mother.
You gave the seeds,
As warm as the sun;
You sweat,
Water the seedlings.
Your eyes are like bright stars,
Shining with charming brilliance;
Your song is like a spring stream,
Brought joy to everyone.
Wherever we go,
Always remember your feelings;
No matter where we go.
Always remember your words.
Wherever we go,
Always remember your love;
Wherever we go,
Will always be a flower of yours.
Second, "poetry praises teachers"
I remember your hands were covered with powder,
I remember your kind teaching,
I remember your new silver hair.
Because of you, many students can become talents.
Because of you, the world is so civilized.
Teacher, you are a bright light to find the way home for the lost children.
Third, "praising teachers' poems"
The jade pot has a heart of ice, and the brush writes the soul of the teacher.
Enthusiasm is like a father's language, and talk like a friend.
A few lines of light words will accompany you for a lifetime.
I hope that the latecomers can successfully report to the master.
Fourth, "praising teachers' poems"
Teachers' eyes are like the moon at night.
We are stars,
In the teacher's smile,
twinkling
A teacher's eyes are like an endless ocean.
We are small fish,
In the teacher's arms,
Swim around happily.
Teachers' eyes are like the blue sky.
We are a white cloud.
Under her gaze,
Free floating,
The teacher's eyes are like a mirror.
Can light up our hearts.
Verb (abbreviation for verb) "Praise the teacher's poem"
Four spring rains have taken precautions, and several autumn rains have washed away the gap.
Black hair and snow weave the sun and the moon, and chalk has no words to write the spring and autumn.
Before the spring is old, the silk spits, and the candle tears turn into gray and autumn is thicker.
Peach and plum are sown in three thousand gardens in spring, and Qiu Lai is rich in China fruits.
Sixth, "praising teachers' poems"
Teachers are like gardeners, with peaches and plums all over the world;
Teachers are like red candles, burning themselves to illuminate us;
Teachers are like bees, hardworking and brave;
Teachers are like mothers, beautiful and kind;
A teacher is like a book, giving us a lot of knowledge.
Seven, "Poetry of Praising Teachers"
How many years of seasonal cycles, how many spring, summer, autumn and winter,
You are a red candle burning bright life,
How much blood and sweat, not seeking fame and history.
You spread the fire of wisdom with true feelings.
Just like the spring silkworm gave her lifelong loyalty,
Just like Dong Mei singing the song of early spring.
How many sleepless nights, how many times the lights are on,
In the long night, there is a figure at your desk.
Add China hair to the hair, and the three-foot platform laughs.
You shorten the distance between heart and heart with love.
You are the sunshine that melts the cold ice and snow,
You are the guide to lead people out of the maze of science.
Ah! Glorious teachers and hardworking gardeners!
The fragrance of peaches and plums is your joy, silently dedicating your selfless heart.
Eight, "Poetry of Praise to Teachers"
You are a gardener, adding beauty to the mountains and rivers of the motherland;
You are like a spring rain, nourishing peaches and plums, and the land of China is full of fragrance.
On this festive occasion,
Let me present a flower in my heart,
Express my sincere wishes to you.
Write carols with rosy clouds all over the sky,
Weave poems with flowers everywhere,
We can't express our congratulations on the teacher's holiday!
Nine, "Poetry of Praise to Teachers"
Others get gold from life, and you can only get flowers.
Your gold is the morning sun, and your silver is the fifteenth moon.
But you still whistle happily, and your pride is the fragrance of peaches and plums.
Send you a bunch of flowers to show our respect for you;
Send you a touching song to bring you a little sweetness.
Teacher-you have worked hard,
You took us through the storm,
It was you who fed us with the nutrition of knowledge.
But never ask for anything in return.
It was you who answered all the difficult questions for us.
You told us:
When encountering difficulties,
Don't give up easily
Since then, in our lives,
Always full of joy.
A lot less trouble,
Added a fortitude.
Another harvest autumn,
You still have a marker in your hand.
Painted a beautiful blueprint,
Peaches and plums that nourish the motherland.
It's midnight, and you're still preparing your lessons carefully.
In your sleep, you are still savoring our success.
We are flowers in full bloom in spring,
You played a wonderful melody for us.
You are a diligent gardener,
We will remember your words.
Take every step of your life,
Friendly, bodybuilding, realistic and enterprising!
X. "Praise the teacher's poem"
I love my teacher.
Teachers are like red candles,
It ignited the fire in the students' hearts.
But it burned itself,
Until the red candle turns to ashes.
Teachers are like gardeners,
Grow flowers,
But I work hard for myself,
Until the physical strength is exhausted.
When we grow up, we must become the pillars of the country.
Ah! The teacher is so selfless!
Ah! Teacher, we love you!
Xi。 "Praise the teacher's poem"
The golden wind sends laughter, and the sweet-scented osmanthus floats.
Today's teacher's holiday is coming again.
Teachers have worked hard for 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 the noblest career in the world.
The teacher gave us ideal sunshine and wisdom sunshine.
The teacher guided us to the path of 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 of knowledge.
Gentle spring rain is the teacher's love for us.
The teacher's words and deeds are like spring rain.
The teacher is willing to be a green leaf and hold us up as red flowers.
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.
Teachers are like trees, with blue sky overhead and feet on the earth, silently benefiting the society.
Teachers are big trees, bringing spring scenery to the world.
The teacher sowed the seeds of hope and cultivated us into a forest.
Young trees grow into pillars, never forgetting the gardener's cultivation.
Yes, teachers' enthusiasm is like the sun, and teachers' teaching is like spring rain.
Teachers' style is like green leaves, teachers' occupation is like a tree, and our teachers are good.
Twelve, "Poetry of Praise to Teachers"
Looking back, life is short and long, and we will meet at school in 37 years.
Dan Xin is a peach, while game-writing protocol is fertile ground for phoenix.
Song and dance piano swordsman, watching chess loses "rotten ke" lang.
Changhong is very manly and versatile.
Thirteen, "Poetry of Praise to Teachers"
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!
Fourteen, "Poetry of Praise to Teachers"
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.
Fifteen, "Poetry of Praise to Teachers"
Who-who led us into the spacious classroom and taught us a wealth of knowledge?
It is you! Teacher! With your hard sweat, you have nurtured the tender seedlings that have just broken ground in spring.
Who is it-educating naughty people into people who can help others?
It is you! Teacher! Your care is like a warm spring breeze, warming our hearts.
Who is it-to train young people into mature and sensible teenagers?
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!
Sixteen, "Praise the teacher's poem"
When another golden autumn comes,
Dear head teacher, is your voice better?
I remember in the bleak days of autumn wind,
You gently put on a warm coat for me;
Remember when the storm came,
You give me your umbrella with a smile;
I remember in the dry and hot classroom,
You held back the pain in your throat,
Take us to soar in the world of knowledge.
You always work hard,
You always ask for nothing in return.
You gave your youth to us,
You yourself are getting old in the vicissitudes of life.
Ah! Dear class teacher:
Your work is the busiest and most tiring.
But you're still not afraid of trouble,
Your heart is the softest and most fragile, but you survived one by one.
Head teacher,
My dear first teacher,
You taught us with your youth,
You feed us with your sweat and energy,
Dear teacher, I will always respect you.
I will miss you forever, and I will love you forever!