Praise the teacher's short poem 1 inch chalk
Dye your hair white
Take it off and light a candle.
Illuminate others
Let one hieroglyph after another
Become the footprints you have walked through
Climb to the top of the cliff
Let the latecomers step on your shoulders.
Send groups of students on the road.
Twinkling Stars
Brilliant
Use up the last bit of waste heat
This is a teacher's life.
Engineers of the human soul!
A short poem praising the teacher. Teacher, if I were a boat,
You are the sea,
How can I sail without you?
Teacher, if I were spring,
You are a mountain,
How can I laugh without you?
Teacher, if I were a seedling,
You are the rain,
How can I thrive without you?
It is because of your hard work,
We will be better.
Teacher, you have worked hard.
Who wrote the short poem 3 praising the teacher-
Leading the ignorant into the spacious classroom,
Teach 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-
Play naughty. we
Education should be considerate and helpful?
It is you! Teacher!
Your care is like a warm spring breeze.
It warms our hearts.
Who is it-
Put 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!
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.
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.
Six people praised the teacher's short poem;
You are like a red candle, burning yourself and illuminating others.
People also say:
You are a gardener, work hard and cultivate flowers.
I said:
You are a dying mother.
In this glorious September festival.
We send the most sincere words to all teachers:
Happy holidays, teacher!
The short poem 7 praising the teacher faces the morning sun,
You sow hope in the morning light;
By moonlight,
You work silently in the dark.
Day or night,
Whether it's cold or hot.
You race against time,
You struggle with knowledge.
In the journey of life,
You always believe-
The sky is high, birds are flying,
Love to fight will win.
Teacher! Teacher,
Is it you-
Lead us into the temple of knowledge,
Send us to the other side of success.
The teacher's eyes are really beautiful.
I fell down while walking,
The teacher smiled at me with his eyes.
I won't feel any pain.
The teacher's eyes are really bright,
When I ask questions, I'm scared.
The teacher encouraged me with her eyes,
I answered bravely.
The teacher's eyes are really big,
All the children in the class are crowded in.
Whose braid is loose,
Whose button fell off,
Whose shoes are on backwards,
The teacher's eyes all know.
A short poem praising the teacher. The teacher's eyes.
Those are the most beautiful eyes.
Like the sun.
Every beam of light
They all emit infinite heat.
The teacher's eyes
Those are talking eyes.
She was silent.
Very telling.
Like the stars in the sky
Let's yearn for it.
A short poem praising the teacher 10 When we bury today with faith.
Will our tomorrow break into a butterfly?
Let the dream be in the light blue time and space in the future
Freedom is such a trend of thought.
And simple observation prompted me to fission.
Change, and then indulge and struggle deeper.
In this life, my youth belongs to this world.
In this life, my ballads belong to such a tune.
This life has passed like this, and the flame in my heart is burning.
Burn, then turn to ashes until it turns red.
Moisten 10,000 mu of nursery and bloom new buds.