Four times of spring breeze to save for a rainy day,
Several times of autumn rain to wash the gap.
black hair and frost weave the sun and the moon,
chalk writes the spring and autumn without words.
the silk blooms before the spring is old, and
the candle tears become thicker in autumn.
Three thousand gardens of peaches and plums are planted in spring, and
Qiu Lai is full of fruits in China.
★★★ Praise the teacher's poem 2: ★★ ★
I love my teacher
The teacher is like a red candle, which
lights the students' hearts,
but burns themselves,
until the red candle turns to ashes.
Teachers are like gardeners.
They nurture our flowers, but
they work hard on themselves,
until they are exhausted.
When we grow up, we must become the pillars of our country.
Ah! Teachers are so selfless!
ah! Teacher, we love you!
★★★ Praise the teacher's poem 3: ★★
-Teacher, who has worked hard
-who led us into the spacious classroom and
taught us a wealth of knowledge?
it's you! Teacher!
With your hard sweat,
you have nurtured the tender seedlings that just broke ground in spring.
who is it-who
educates naughty us into people who can be considerate and help others?
it's you! Teacher!
Your care is like a warm spring breeze
which warms our hearts.
who is it-to cultivate our young
into mature and sensible teenagers?
it's you! Teacher!
Your protection makes us grow healthily.
bear fruit in the golden autumn.
you have worked hard! Teacher!
people who work hard in the heat and cold.
you have worked hard! Teacher!
people who devote nothing to their youth.
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,
and we are still sucking the drizzle to grow.
teacher-you are like a breeze in autumn,
blowing the yellow earth, calling gold for rice,
and we have a bumper harvest.
teacher-you lit the brightest lamp for me on my dark road of life;
Teacher-you are my guide on my misty life;
teacher-you pointed out the direction for me in my bumpy life;
teacher-you gave me a pair of powerful wings, let me roam in the world of knowledge!
★★★ Praise the teacher's poem 4: ★★
The golden wind sends laughter, and the osmanthus flowers float.
The teacher's holiday has come again today.
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 to bloom all over the world.
Teachers are a noble cause under the sun.
The teacher gave us ideal sunshine and wisdom sunshine.
The teacher guided us to a sunny life.
The teacher expects 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.
the gentle spring rain is the teacher's love for us.
the teacher's words and deeds are like the spring rain that moistens things silently.
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 are in full 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.
The teacher is a big tree, which brings spring scenery to the world.
The teacher sowed the seeds of hope and cultivated us into a forest.
when a young tree grows into a pillar, don't forget the gardener's kindness.
Yes, teacher's enthusiasm is like the sun, teacher's instruction is like the spring rain,
teacher's style is like green leaves, teacher's career is like a tree, and our teacher is good.
p>★★★ Praise the teacher's poem 5: ★★★
You offer a flower,
I offer a flower,
Let's weave a big wreath,
You gave the seeds,
the warmth like the sun;
You watered the seedlings with sweat,
.
Your eyes are like bright stars,
with charming brilliance;
Your singing is like a spring stream,
It brings joy to everyone.
No matter where we go,
always remember your feelings;
wherever we go.
always remember your words.
Wherever we go,
always remember your love;
No matter where we go,
will always be your flower.
★★★ Praise the teacher's poem 6: ★★
September, as scheduled.
so the world is brilliant.
We sing September,
because it is your eternal festival.
We remember September,
because this is our sincere confession.
September is a cup full of emotion.
We hold it high with our hands.
There is sincere blessing.
Please drink a toast.
The movement in September has been played.
Please accept our present in September.
All the teachers who are struggling in the education front.
★★★ Praise the teacher's poem 7: ★★ ★
I remember your hands covered with powder
I remember your charitable teachings
I remember your new silver hair
Because of you, students can become talents
Because of you, the world will be so civilized
Teacher, you are a bright light
Eight: ★★
Ode to the teacher
Others get gold from life
You can only get the fragrance of flowers
Your gold is the morning sun
Your silver is the fifteenth moon
But you are still whistling happily
Your pride is the fragrance of peaches and plums
You are a candle,
It shines faintly;
You are a gardener,
You shed sweat and glistened;
ah!
Teacher-
You raised me to be an adult,
Let me shine for my motherland;
ah!
Teacher-
You taught me how to be a man,
Your painstaking efforts are flowing in my blood!
Teacher, thank you for your hard work.
Who is it-
Leading the ignorant into the spacious classroom and
teaching us rich knowledge?
it's you! Teacher!
With your hard sweat,
you have nurtured the tender seedlings that just broke ground in spring.
who is it-
to educate naughty us
into people who can be considerate and help others?
it's you! Teacher!
Your care is like a warm spring breeze
which warms our hearts.
Who is it-
Who brought us up to be
mature and sensible teenagers?
it's you! Teacher!
Your protection makes us grow healthily.
bear fruit in the golden autumn.
you have worked hard! Teacher!
people who work hard in the heat and cold.
you have worked hard! Teacher!
people who devote nothing to their youth.
we pay high tribute to you!
-you have worked hard, teacher!
Miss the gardener
Everything that has passed will become a kind memory-
Teacher, I miss my middle school days, my alma mater, and you ...
If I could go back in time and let me go back to my school days-
Dear teacher, how much I want to listen to your earnest teachings again ...
Farewell, a long time. Your figure often appears before my eyes; Your teachings are always in my heart ...
Life is an endless road. I walk, walk and keep walking. When I am tired and slack, your firm face, firm voice and tenacious spirit will float in my memory. Teacher, you have taught me life, how can I forget you!
Every time I harvest, I can't help thinking of the hard-working cultivator-the teacher.
teacher, although it's been a long time since I left, your image seems to be a bright light, which has been flashing in my heart.
Today, I am in a distant place, folding the yesterday you gave me into a boat of memory and letting it float in the lake of missing.
the dress remains the same, and the beauty remains the same. Your familiar blackboard writing and familiar voice lead our thoughts to the past student days. Oh, teacher ...
I miss you, dear teacher! I cherish the gaze of your bright eyes in my heart. They are like clear springs with two eyes, flowing in my heart forever ... < P > Those who drink the stream cherish its source, and miss my teacher when they learn it.
Admire the gardener
You warm every classmate's heart with fire-like emotions, countless hearts are stirred by you, and even your back is condensed with hot eyes ...
You are not an actor, but you attract our hungry eyes; You are not a singer, but let the clear spring of knowledge tinkle and sing charming songs; You are not a sculptor, but you are shaping the souls of young people ... Teacher, how can I forget you!
The name carved on the board may not be immortal, and the name carved on the stone may not be immortal; Teacher, your name is engraved on our hearts, which truly lasts forever.
Your thoughts and words are full of poetry, philosophy and magic. How many wonderful ripples they have aroused in my mind!
you respect sincerity and honesty, which is regarded as the rule of life. You are a model in the eyes of our students.
I admire great men and celebrities, but I am more eager to dedicate my respect and praise to an ordinary person-
My teacher, you.
you are strict with us and take your own actions as an example. Once your advice, demands and even orders are put forward, we must do it, but it always makes us convinced and act consciously. This is the tall image you left in my heart.
In my mind, you are the strictest father and the kindest mother. You are an unsung hero and a famous teacher in teaching.
Your voice, face and smile always flash in front of my eyes; You are a character and personality, which will always be treasured in the depths of my memory.
Ah, teacher-
The engineer of human soul. Only this glorious name has the connotation as rich as the sea and as profound as the blue sky!
Teacher, this dazzling name, like a brilliant star, will always hang high in our chest.
even if my temples are gray, I will still sincerely call you teacher! In front of this sacred and lofty word, I will always be a student who needs enlightenment!
In the sea of life, teacher, you are like a high beacon light, standing on the vast sea, always guiding our forward voyage!
burn yourself without stint, giving off all the heat, all the light and all the energy. Teacher, you are like a red candle, loved and admired!
some people say that teachers are like mountains, because the mountains are lofty and revered. I would also like to say that teachers are like the sea, because the sea is vast and incalculable.
In the eyes of students, you are "the true seed, the messenger of goodness and the banner of beauty".
You are a charcoal fire in the severe winter, a stepping stone in the turbulent flow in the shade in the hot summer, and a beacon light in the foggy sea.-
Teacher, you teach by example, educate people well, and are willing to be a ladder, which is unforgettable!
Praise the gardener
Teacher, everyone says that you are cultivating the pillars of the motherland; I want to say that you are the pillar of the motherland. It is you who support 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 lectures are so rich and colorful. Every chapter seems to open a window in front of me, and let me see a colorful new world ...
Ah, thanks to you, the garden is so gorgeous and the earth is full of spring! Teacher, please open the window and see, this all loves and this garden full of peaches and plums are all saluting you!
without the nourishment of your thoughts, how could so many beautiful flowers of the soul bloom? Ah, teacher, engineer of human soul, who is not praising you!
to spread knowledge is to sow hope and happiness. Teacher, you are the sower of this hope and happiness!
Teacher, you are the cultivator and sower of beauty. It is you who shine with beautiful sunshine and moisten with beautiful rain and dew, so that our hearts are 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 the unknown root, which makes the small trees grow sturdily and the branches full of rich fruits, but you don't ask for any reward.
You gave us a ruler of life to measure every day. You have given us a mirror of exemplary behavior, so that we can learn from it 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 the seedling needs a glass of water, never send a bucket of water; And when a bucket of water is needed, never give a glass of water. Giving in a timely and appropriate way is the skill of a good gardener. My teacher, this is your art of education.
regardless of Xin Qin's cold inkstone, peaches are ripe and flowers are flowing, but plums are not skilled, so it is easier to plant flowers than to cultivate people. The fragrance of the valley is extraordinary, the poems are full of people, the paintings are full of people, and the talents are smiling.
Teacher, you sow spring, ideals and power with the noblest feelings of human beings ...
Sowing with words, cultivating with colored pens, watering with sweat and nourishing with painstaking efforts, this is the noble work of our beloved teacher.
you work in the present, but you are building the future of the motherland; You teach in the classroom, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland.
Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then the students are the sand in the clam; You lick it, grind it, soak it and wash it with love ... Over the years, the sand has become pearls, shining brightly.
There are countless proud and happy memories of your teaching career, but you cherish them in your heart and just stare at a garden to be explored.
If I were a poet, I would write poems with full enthusiasm, praising the vastness and profundity of the sea. And dedicate it to you-my teacher with broad mind and profound knowledge.
Teachers are kindling, which ignites the fire of students' hearts; Teachers are stone steps, bearing the students step by step.