Silkworms in spring weave until they die,
Every night, the candle will cry dry the wick.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
Although the height is high, the exercise is powerful.
Don't talk about peach gifts, make your own way.
Always respect your teacher as you respect your father.
Jade pot with ice in its heart
Zhu Bi wrote the soul of a teacher.
As earnest as a father's language.
Talk like friends and relatives.
A few lines of light words
Make a deep impression on life
The hope of the latecomers
Report success to the master
Reward teachers
There is nothing, as if it were glass.
No matter who reaches the realm of poetry, Zen has gone beyond poetry.
Bai Juyi in the Tang Dynasty of Yuan Dynasty
East palace white bastard, South Temple Zen master.
Seeing each other in the distance, there is nothing in my heart.
I met her a long time ago, but it has been longer since we broke up.
From the east wind, a hundred flowers blossom.
Silkworms in spring weave until they die,
Every night, the candle will cry dry the wick.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror.
However, she bravely faced the cold moonlight with her evening song.
There are not many roads to Pengshan.
Oh, Bluebird, please go there and look at me.
Praise the teacher.
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 will be so civilized
Teacher, you are a bright light.
Find a home for the lost children
Teacher, you are an angel.
September, dedicated to the teacher.
September, as scheduled.
Therefore, the world is brilliant.
We sing September,
Because this is your eternal festival.
We remember September,
Because this is our sincere confession.
September is an emotional cup,
We hold it high with our hands.
In sincere wishes,
Please drink a toast.
September music has been played,
Please accept our gift in September.
All the teachers who are struggling on the education front.
Ode to teachers
Others get gold from life.
You can only get flowers.
Your gold is the morning sun.
Your silver is the moon of the fifteenth.
But you still whistle happily.
Your pride is the fragrance of peaches and plums
Poetry article celebrating Teachers' Day-Thank you for your hard work, teacher.
Who-led the ignorant us into the spacious classroom,
Teach us a wealth of knowledge?
It is you! Teacher!
With your hard work and sweat,
Raising the tender seedlings that have just broken ground in spring.
Who is it?-naughty us.
Educate people to be considerate and helpful?
It is you! Teacher!
Your care is like a warm spring breeze.
It warms our hearts.
Who is it-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!
That's all I can do, teacher.
Teacher-you are like a drizzle in spring,
Moisten flowers, irrigate the earth,
We are sucking the drizzle and growing.
Teacher-you are like the autumn breeze,
Blow the yellow land, call gold to rice,
We had a bumper harvest.
Teacher-in my dark life, you lit the brightest lamp for me;
Teacher-you are the guide on my misty life;
Teacher-you pointed out the direction for me in my rough life;
Teacher-you gave me a pair of powerful wings, let me travel in the world of knowledge!
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.
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 a 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 the spring rain moistening 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.
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.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
It takes three generations to make a gentleman.
Teaching is like a spring breeze, and teachers are as deep as the sea.
The crane sends silver silk to reflect the sun and the moon, and its heart is full of blood.
A gift from a paragraph is also my teacher.
Spit out all the threads in your heart and dedicate your life to infinity.
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I met her a long time ago, but it has been longer since we broke up.
From the east wind, a hundred flowers blossom.
Silkworms in spring weave until they die,
Every night, the candle will cry dry the wick.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror.
However, she bravely faced the cold moonlight with her evening song.
There are not many roads to Pengshan.
Oh, Bluebird, please go there and look at me.
Praise the teacher.
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 will be so civilized
Teacher, you are a bright light.
Find a home for the lost children
Teacher, you are an angel.
September, dedicated to the teacher.
September, as scheduled.
Therefore, the world is brilliant.
We sing September,
Because this is your eternal festival.
We remember September,
Because this is our sincere confession.
September is an emotional cup,
We hold it high with our hands.
In sincere wishes,
Please drink a toast.
September music has been played,
Please accept our gift in September.
All the teachers who are struggling on the education front.
Teacher, everyone says that you are cultivating the pillars of the motherland;
I want to say that you are the pillars of the motherland.
You have propped up 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!
Ah, with you, the garden is so gorgeous and the earth is full of spring!
Teacher, please open the window and have a look. All this love and this garden full of peaches and plums are paying tribute to you!
Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how can so many beautiful flowers of the soul bloom?
Teacher, the engineer of human soul, who is not praising you!
Teacher, you are the cultivator and sower of beauty.
It's you, shining with beautiful sunshine and nourishing beautiful rain and dew.
Our hearts are full of green grass and flowers!