1, a poem for the teacher
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;
The teacher is like a book, giving us a lot of knowledge, thanking the teacher for his poems.
Happy Teachers' Day to my dear teacher.
2. Poems dedicated to teachers
Send you a bunch of flowers.
Express our respect for you;
Send you a touching song,
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!
3. Dedicated to the people's teachers.
Light drives away boundless darkness;
Warm winter eliminates cold;
Teachers shape our tomorrow;
An ordinary and great person!
Light a candle,
Brought light to life;
Leave red and sadness,
Brew beautiful flowers;
Spit out dense silk,
Weave exquisite Luo Qi;
An ordinary and great person!
Spring is coming,
Watering us to thrive;
Erect road signs,
Lead us to the future;
An ordinary and great person!
Our business is very successful,
Because of everything you've done,
We are knowledgeable,
Because of your teaching,
thank you
An ordinary and great person!
Teacher, you are the engineer of the people's soul.
September, a colorful season;
In September, there are glorious festivals;
In September, I will sing the loudest hymn for you;
September, bearing our most sincere wishes!
Teachers, happy holidays!
Teachers are engineers of the human soul.
It's the teacher
She used a golden key,
Opened the door to the treasure house of knowledge for us;
It's the teacher
She taught us to love our motherland since childhood.
Love the people.
5. A three-foot platform is your life.
Teacher, insert the wings of dreams for us;
The teacher introduced us into the ocean of knowledge;
Teacher, take us to the field of wisdom;
There are lush crops and fragrant grains here.
Teachers,
Dedicate youth to the three-foot platform,
Let chalk dust stain the temples.
6. Our teacher
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.
July and 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
8. Hometown
The silent weeping willows suddenly twittered.
The standing eucalyptus can't help raising its tail.
The peeling schoolhouse suddenly became solemn.
The mountains are covered with green grass.
Here comes the "poison"
From a distance, from a distance
Sweet litchi, the hometown of warbler.
Here comes the "poison"
Into the vast forest, cloudy hills.
Ailianshan' gang
The new teacher is like a wild horse.
The mountains behind Colonel Chi.
Accompanied by morning flowers
Ailianshan' gang
The sunset glow caressed the horse on the rock.
After people turn out of the mountains,
Not a man.
Wild horses carry stray birds home.
Comb its gorgeous long tail.
No more wandering
The frequent calls of wild horses
Melted the wandering of lost birds.
Learn to fly. Bird, naughty.
They all fluttered their wings.
Draw circles for wild horses sweetly.
No halter
No reins
The restless wild horses are always clinging to the distance.
The sky and cicadas there
Lin Tao and the goat are there
The grass slopes and mountain flowers there
Always teasing it.
Together with the colorful clouds of yiyi bird
9. The most beautiful title
Teachers,
The most beautiful title in the world.
Like the sun in the sky,
Turn on the dawn light.
Like the rain on the earth,
Moisten the growing seedlings.
Like a mother's hand,
Raising young children,
Like a calm sea,
Lift john young's anchor.
Like a red candle,
Burn without regret.
All the beautiful things,
All from the teacher.
Without a teacher,
Civilization will continue,
Without a teacher,
Where there will be knowledge preaching.
Without a teacher,
The world will be in chaos,
Without a teacher,
Children don't have germinated soil,
And the dependence needed for growth.
Without a teacher,
Society has no soul,
Teachers are the leaders of human development.
The origin of all social activities is inseparable from teachers.
The role of teachers is so important.
Let's not talk about how noble doctors are to save lives.
Don't say how great the leader is.
How did they grow up?
No teacher's credit?
Preach, teach, dispel doubts,
Is the responsibility given to teachers by society,
It is the broad road for human progress.
The teacher said:
No one cares more about your children than parents,
This is the responsibility of love and responsibility.
Have you noticed,
Before the disaster, the teacher was for the children.
Keep out the wind and rain, and block the vehicles.
Teachers in remote and hard mountainous areas,
It is more difficult to insist on praise.
Why?
For the country and future generations,
For duty and ideals.
This is the teacher's feeling,
The glory of teachers.
You'll say I'm beautifying the teacher,
People know the bad influence of teachers in society.
What do you mean, beating people, swearing, running classes, collecting money,
What? Without teachers' morality and style, the image of teachers is damaged.
I have to say,
It is a minority, an example, and cannot represent the whole teacher.
Any group has moths and role models.
Any group needs constant evolution and renewal.
Continuous improvement needs the strength of society.
People who scold their mothers while giving gifts,
Who makes a hullabaloo about during tutoring,
It's society, it's parents.
You are afraid that children can't keep up with the pace of development.
It is you who are worried that your child will lose at the starting line.
Consciousness needs to change urgently,
The system should be strengthened.
A clean and upright society needs everyone's joint efforts.
Respecting teachers and attaching importance to teaching should always be the lead singer of the nation.
Only when everyone respects the teacher,
Only by making the teacher feel honored,
Our country can take off and forge ahead,
Our country will be bigger and stronger.
10, diligent teacher
Teacher, you have worked hard.
It is the seeds planted unintentionally that germinate in the bright spring.
You may be one of the sentient beings,
Ordinary as a small stone under your feet,
But you have hot intestines, liver and gallbladder, which are all burnt to ashes.
A stage decorated without flowers and colored silk,
Only Aoxue has no regrets and dedication.
Teacher, you have worked hard.
When yesterday's sun is no longer as young as it is today,
I just woke up from a dream, and life will not be smooth sailing.
You're right,
We cannot waste our proud youth.
Your heart is the valley of flowers,
Near the harvest season, I went to look for the soul trapped in the quagmire.