Praise the teacher's prose and poetry.

Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.

Engineers of the human soul.

Willing to be a ladder!

The teacher is hard gardener

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

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.

There are no words in the peach ceremony, and the next is self-contained.

Teachers are engineers of the human soul.

Stalin

Teacher by day, father by life. —— Guan Hanqing

No matter what achievements a person has made, he should drink water and think of his source. He should remember that it was his own teacher who sowed the initial seeds for his growth. Marie Curie

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1, your position will never change, but your footprints are everywhere; Your temples will turn gray one day, but your youth will last forever.

2. On the road from naivety to maturity, from ignorance to civilization, you opened the way for us with the torch of life.

3. Teachers are the cultivators and sowers of beauty. It's you, shining with beautiful sunshine, nourishing beautiful rain and dew, and making our hearts green.

Your love is as warm as sunshine, as warm as spring breeze and as sweet as clear water. Your love is more severe than father's love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than friendship. Your teacher's love is the greatest and cleanest in the world.

Spring silkworm has never said anything to brag about in her life, and the silver silk spit out is the ruler to measure the value of life.

Dear teacher, you have never shown off in front of others, but the blooming peaches and plums are the highest evaluation for you.

6. Birds encounter wind and rain and hide in their nests; There is wind and rain in my heart, always hiding in your arms-teacher, you are my umbrella and wind wall, how can I not thank you!

7. Give me spirit, gentleness and maternal love ... Teacher, you only give and never take. How can I not show my sincere respect to you?

Because of your love and hard work, you will have the beauty of peaches and plums and the golden color of rice and wheat. May my gratitude turn into a bunch of flowers that will never fade and bring fragrance to your life.

★★★★ Praise the teacher's poem1:★★★

Four degrees of spring breeze,

Several autumn rains washed away the gap.

Black hair and frost weave the sun and the moon,

Chalk has no words to write spring and autumn.

Spring blossoms,

Candle tears turn to ashes, and autumn is stronger.

Spring sowing peaches and plums in 3,000 gardens,

Qiu Lai, China is rich in fruits.

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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!

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-teacher, you have worked hard.

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!

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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.

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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.

★★★★ Praise the teacher's poem 6: ★★★

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.

September music has been played,

Please accept our gift in September.

All the teachers who are struggling on the education front.

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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.

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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