Vernacular translation: New bamboo is taller than old bamboo, and their growth depends entirely on old branches.
2. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. -Li Shangyin's Untitled was a long time before I met her, but it was even longer after we broke up in the Tang Dynasty.
Vernacular translation: Spring silkworms don't spin silk until they die, and tear-like wax oil can only drip dry when candles burn to ashes.
Your husband is full of peaches and plums, why not plant more flowers in front of the hall? -Bai Juyi's "Planting Flowers in the Greenfield Hall in Gong Ling, Fenghe" in the Tang Dynasty
Translation of vernacular Chinese: Pei's peach and plum students are all over the world. Where is it necessary to plant flowers in front of and behind the house?
4, falling red is not a heartless thing, turning into spring mud to protect flowers. -Gong Zizhen's Five Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai in Qing Dynasty
I quit my job and went back to my hometown, just like a fallen flower, but it was not a heartless thing. It has become the soil of spring and can also play a role in cultivating the next generation.
5. Who will work hard for whom after picking flowers into honey? -bees in Luo Yin in the Tang dynasty.
Vernacular translation: bee, you picked all the flowers and turned them into nectar. Who are you working for and who do you want to taste the sweetness?
2. What poems are there to express gratitude to the teacher? 1. How deeply do you invest? The rain in late autumn shines on the mountains. -Nalan Xingde's "Flowers are Out of the Plug"
2. Hsinchu is taller than the old bamboo branches, supported by veteran cadres. -Zheng Xie's Hsinchu
3. The lingering feeling is red giggle. -Zhang Ji's "Yin Jiefu Send Dongping Lishi Island"
4. Just keep your eyes open all night, which is a lifelong worry for your eyebrows. -Yuan Zhen's "Three Sorrow Poems, The Third"
However, a thousand-year-old leaf must be given a cup. -Zhao, "Offering to King Bai on Yuan Day"
6. The pride and bitterness of a lifetime are not harmonious, and the kindness of the media is even more embarrassing. -Li Bai's Answer to Twelve Cold Nights of the King
7. There are holes in the sky and water in the fish. -Chen Shou's "Longzhong Dui"
8. It is a great honor to walk from one battlefield to another. -Li Bai's Six Poems of Xia Sai
9. To repay the spring, good wine will kill you. -Du Fu's "Seven Flowers Alone by the Riverside"
10. Meaning is called length, and life is sacred. -Du Fu's "Giving Clothes at Noon"
1 1. I am grateful that Le Yi has come and served him wholeheartedly, which is full of conspiracy. -Li Bai's three poems "It's hard to walk"
12. Still pity Zhong Nanshan and look back at Weibin in Qing Dynasty. -Du Fu's "Twenty-two Rhymes of Wei Zuocheng"
13. I am grateful for my life. Loyalty is not a bonus. -Li Bai's "Reward in the Rain"
14. people feel the rain, and the clouds and plums are really long. -Zhao Ruyu, "Send General Li back to the temple and have a drink with Yin after the rain"
15. fame cooks ordinary dreams, and strange books are empty and grateful. -Wang Xun's "Xixia Chongyang"
3. Poem about Returning 1 Teacher, you are like a red candle, burning yourself and illuminating others.
2. Teacher, you are like a spring silkworm, spitting the silk thread of wisdom and weaving knowledge. 3. Once a teacher, always a father.
Teacher, you are like a gardener, cultivating the flowers of the motherland. If you are water, we are fish, and we cannot live without you.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. Respected, 7 teachers, 8 teachers, 8 teachers, 8 teachers, 8 teachers, 8 teachers, 8 teachers, 8 teachers, 8 teachers, 8 teachers, 8 teachers, 8 teachers, 8 teachers, 8 teachers, 8 teachers, 8 teachers, 8 teachers, 8 teachers, 8 teachers, 8 teachers, 8 teachers, 8 teachers. Because of you, many students can become talents. The world is so civilized because of you. Teacher, you are a beacon to praise the teacher's motto. 14 Spring silkworms must spin until they die. And every night, the candle will cry the wick away. A respected teacher has devoted his life to teaching students in accordance with their aptitude and teaching them by example for ten years. It takes a hundred years to cultivate people, and a mentor is tireless. Tao Li praised teachers' poems all over the world. I remember your hands were covered with powder. I remember your kind teaching. I remember your new silver hair. Because of you, students can become talents. The world is like this because of you. This civilized teacher, you are a beacon for the lost children to find their homes. You are an angel's poem praising the teacher in September, which is dedicated to the teacher in September and comes as scheduled. Therefore, the world is brilliant.
We sing September, because it is your eternal festival. We remember September because it was our sincere confession.
September is an emotional cup. We hold high our sincere wishes with our hands. Please drink a toast. September's music has been played. Please accept our gift in September. All the teachers struggling on the education front look haggard. In the old society, Li Shangyin, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote the poem "Spring silkworms die, and night candles burn the wick", which brought the perseverance, firmness and dedication of silkworms to the extreme and became a beautiful sentence sung through the ages.
People vividly compare teachers to "spring silkworms", which is a high evaluation of teachers' selfless dedication and noble quality. People praise teachers as spring silkworms, who "spit out all the silk threads in their hearts, pour infinite love into life, and weave a bright and warm world without knowing anything".
"Spring Silkworm" is a title that teachers feel extremely honored. Zhu Guangqian, a famous educator, said: "As long as I live, I will spin silk for a day. I hope that the silk I spit out can add a little warmth to the world and make spring stronger. "
Spring silkworm is pure and flawless, with noble temperament; In spring, I ate a few green leaves and spit out a splendid picture. Only glorious people's teachers are worthy of this title, because the excellent quality of spring silkworms is endless and spinning. Candle-the most warm and moving title candle originated from the famous sentence of Li Shangyin, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, "Candle tears are exhausted every night".
People praise candles because they burn themselves silently and illuminate others with their own light until they burn themselves out. Speaking of the quality of candles, people will think of their beloved teachers, who impart knowledge to students and illuminate their voyage with the light of wisdom and character. Isn't this selfless dedication to "light the way for others, let others see the light and burn themselves out" the most vivid metaphor for people's teachers? "If the red candle glows and gives off heat, it carefully cultivates the excellent materials of the country, just like a spring silkworm who has no regrets and dedicates herself to education." This pair of couplets encouraged by the teacher is the recognition and pride of the title of "candle".
Lu Xun, a great modern writer, famously said, "Look down on a thousand fingers, bow down and be a willing ox", which sublimated and carried forward the spirit of the ox. Later, people used the word "cow" to describe people who are willing to serve the people and make selfless contributions. People call the teacher Gan Niu because it is a well-deserved and most appropriate metaphor.
Our country has always had the traditional virtue that teachers and students are "as close as father and son". Teachers love their students as much as their own children, work as hard as a willing cow, are willing to make dedication, and make all efforts to cultivate a willing child without asking for anything in return. Liu Rangxian, an outstanding teacher in China who won the "Ruzi Niu Award", has been rooted in the rural areas of Qinghai Plateau for decades and worked as hard as an ox, dedicating his love to his children selflessly. Liu Rangxian is an outstanding representative of teachers and a vivid embodiment of the spirit of "a willing ox".
The spirit of "a willing ox" is characterized by "deep love, silent cultivation, hard struggle and selfless dedication" and "eating grass to milk". These excellent qualities are embodied in the vast number of teachers in our country.
Therefore, calling a teacher a "Confucian cow" is China's most distinctive compliment. Ten years of trees and a hundred years of people are like spring breeze, and teachers are as deep as the sea. Interviewee: Chen, a door clerk, 9-113: 00. The teacher is a bowl of new tea and serves us when we are bored.
The teacher is a new star at night, illuminating the road ahead for us when we are lost. The teacher is an umbrella to shelter us from the baptism of wind and rain when it rains cats and dogs.
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4. The famous sentence and poem about Gui is 1. Your work is today, but it is building the motherland's tomorrow; Your teaching is in the classroom, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland.
2. Your position will never change, but your footprints are everywhere; Your temples will turn gray one day, but your youth will last forever.
On the road from naivety to maturity, from ignorance to civilization, you opened the way for us with the torch of life.
The teacher's spring breeze bathes my heart every day.
A good teacher is better than thousands of books.
6. Dear teacher, your sincere love has awakened much confusion, cultivated much self-confidence, ignited much youth and destroyed many sails.
7, the crane hair silver silk reflects the sun and the moon, and the heart is full of blood to open new flowers.
8. Once a teacher, always a father.
9. The gift of a speech is also my teacher.
10, gardener, lofty title, I wish you peaches and plums all over the world and spring glow.
1 1. The river pushes us to the vast sea, and the dawn brings us a bright morning; Dear teacher, you have led us to a brilliant life.
12 teacher, people say that you are a pillar of the motherland, not that you are a pillar of the motherland, but that you support the backbone of our generation.
13. 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.
14, your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze, and as sweet as the spring 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.
15, teacher, the light of wisdom that emanates from us will always shine with the spark that you lit with your own hands.
Silkworms in spring weave until they die, and candles start to dry when they cry. (Li Shangyin's Untitled)
16, falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more. (Gong Zizhen's "Ji Hai Miscellaneous Poems")
17, bash one's eyebrows coldly at a thousand fingers, bow one's head as a willing ox. (Lu Xun)
18, try your best and die. (Zhuge Liang)
19. Buried roots make branches bear fruit without asking for anything in return. (Tagore)
In a remote village, I don't feel sorry for myself, but I still want to defend my country. (Lu You's November 4th storm)
2 1, with a heart, without half a grass. (Tao Xingzhi)
22, if you want to eliminate disasters for saints, you will be willing to decline and cherish your old age. (Han Yu's "Moving to the Left to Show Grandnephew's Neck")
23. After the flowers are picked into honey, whoever works hard for them will be sweet. (bee)
My only hope is to contribute more. (Bethune)
The poem about thanking teachers is 1. In the past, the education method was correct in running schools. Teachers and students ask questions and dislike development, full of twists and turns.
2, there is nowhere in the void, as if it were a glazed poem. Whoever is there, the Zen mind has already passed the poem.
3, if you come from the clouds, don't hear that the taste of those eyes doesn't belong to a gentleman, life and death are inseparable, and there are three photos. Water is burned according to nine articles and five levels, and the first month is auspicious.
4, a horizontal Jiajing Rixin Cooper Sensen Four Seasons Spring is blessed with lofty and rare things. When the famous altar was restored, everyone in Xianbin was happy to give birth to China. Every household is sincere, and I sincerely hope that all citizens will understand that there will be no leakage.
5. Don't be a monk, don't talk, don't be gentle. Nine people were not shy before, and they realized that it is difficult for us prisoners to change our lives. I'm not worried about getting carried away at all, and I laugh at Feng for not teaching.
6. Silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and candles will drain the wick every night.
7, spring scenery, full of greenery, peaches and plums smile for spring, east and west, north and south, spring is always there, only teachers pay attention.
8. The fairies among fairies and fairies all know that Tammy's moon is round. If you can laugh, if that person doesn't want to, he will slap his fist sticky and turn around violently. If he is caught by fame and fortune, he will lose a good career.
9. East Palace White Bastard, South Temple Zen Master echoed from afar, with no thoughts in his heart.
10 Please listen to me.
1 1. Kneeling in front of our eyes leads to the secrets of our teacher's poems. I'm glad to know that I broke through my destiny, forgot my false appearance, wanted to get rid of my six desires to get married, and forgot the custom. When I want to forget my feelings, I will go to my teacher and decide to go to heaven in the future.
12, lazy to read classics, lazy to burn incense, full of alcohol, but knowing the ups and downs of life, it is better to distinguish right from wrong and ask questions with a long-term guest, instead of eating to the lips, so that the body will be vertical and the poor will be cured.
13, teachers are like candles, burning themselves and illuminating others.
14, falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud will protect flowers more.
15, three-foot platform, three-inch tongue, three-inch pen, three thousand peaches and plums.
16, a threesome, there must be my teacher.
17, the good is inspired by it, followed by guidance, followed by teaching, again neat, and the lowest is against it.
18, immortal is ethereal, too vain, too private and too secular. Fortunately, the right family is often unwilling to take responsibility for the sins of the family all day long. Those who are blessed will only be reluctant to come. How do you repay the kindness of your life?
19, ten years of trees, ten years of wind, ten years of rain, 100,000 columns.
20, only an inch of long grass is a little sentimental, and it is reported to be three spring rays.
2 1, the most glorious profession under the sun, the engineer of human soul.
6. The poem 1 describes the thread in the hands of the "wandering son" Jiao loving mother, making clothes for her wayward son.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
2, "Don't be an old mother" Zhong went to worship the mother river beam, worried about tears. This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
3. Wang Song Anshi put her mother in the ditch and her family in the shade during the Tenth Five-Year Plan. When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, I was always worried about the North and the South.
4. "Arriving home at the end of the year" Qingjiang Shiquan loves his son endlessly and is happy to return to his hometown. Cold clothes are needle and thread, and letters from home are ink stains.
If you encounter pity, you will ask for it. I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh.
5, "Mother Biezi" Tang Baijuyi's mother Biezi, son Biemu, crying during the day without lights. General Guan, an ancient general title, won a new title last year.
Welcome Luoyang as a flower with a gift of 2 million yuan. New people welcome old people and abandon them. Lotus in the palm is a thorn in the side.
It's not sad to welcome the new and abandon the old, it's sad to leave two children at home. At first, I walked with my hands. At first, I sat and cried and grabbed people's clothes.
With your new beauty, my mother and son will be separated. It is best to have a crow and a magpie in the forest, and the mother will not lose the young males and females.
It should be like a peach and plum tree in the garden, with flowers falling on the branches with the wind. Newlyweds, newlyweds, listen to me, Luoyang infinite red chamber girl.
I hope the general will make contributions and there will be more new people who are better than you. 6, "Motherly Love" Yuan Yang Weizhen loves her chicks, and Zhao is the Crown Prince.
The dragon and tiger are different every day, and the dog looks forward to the eagle. There is no six-foot orphan under the knee, and a Zhao is not born in May.
At night, the ghost lights are blurred, and the snow leaks more than four drums. A hundred officials don't hold Dong Hu's pen, so why do widowed wives shout? What's more, Han Wangjin stabbed a silver axe in front of the bed, which was a disaster.
7, "Xuan Mo Map" Wang Yuan Mian colorful daylily flowers, Luosheng Beitang. The south wind blows the heart, for whom do you vomit? A loving mother leans against the door, but a wanderer cannot walk.
May the sun be sparse and the day be fearful. Looking up at Yunlin, I am ashamed to listen to birds.
8. "Whose Son" Tang Hanyu was neither crazy nor crazy. He went to the palace to call a Taoist priest. The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried, and her shirt and sleeves were broken.
Cui Mei's bride, twenty years old, sent her home and cried all over the city. Or Yun wants to learn to fight, Mu Biqiang.
It's also vulgar and ordinary, risking your position. Although there are legends about immortals, everyone who knows them knows their falsehood.
Sages can be bullied, but how can they die of poverty? Alas, Yu Xincheng is my brother, and I am willing to teach in the end.
It's never too late to punish a hundred strategies. Whose relatives and friends can pity me and write my poems as gifts?
9. "Short Songs" is the day when Tang was born and came out. Going up the mountain late, going down the mountain ill.
Thirty-six thousand dynasties in a hundred years, half a day at night will be better. There are songs and dances, so be sure to be early. Yesterday was better than today.
People see men and women as good, but they don't know that men and women make people old. Short songs, no music.
10, "Answer to the Old Man in Zhou Bei" Zhang Tang said that the old man with negative salary went to Zhou Bei, and Wangbei Township was worried about his life. He said that the old man had three sons, all of whom had died in Huangsha.
Now that the child has just grown up, he will confess next year. Knowing this, we will fall apart and cannot live and die together.
Borrow a farm house from Wu next door, and then go to the countryside alone. It's even harder to have more children.
Recently, it is said that the Emperor advocates martial arts and vegetables, and Qiang Bing wants to be quiet. Ensuring border security is a long-term policy, so there is no need to expel China people.
1 1, "Night Shift" Don Hotel has no sleep on a cold night, and the guest's heart turns to sorrow. Tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts, and the Ming Dynasty is worried for another year.
Don't let Huang Jingren, the old mother, go to the mother river beam, for fear that her tears are meaningless. This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
When I left my mother's grave in the west, Chen went to the top of the mountain to get sick, and the sun was dim, leaving the birds alone at dusk. The forest was empty, but Ding Ning told me to go home early.
Feng/butterfly lovers Liao Xingzhi's mother is kind and long-lived. Blessing your family is really rare in recent days.
Sister Qiu is over 69 this year. Corning can inherit my loving mother.
I hope to be kind and generous. I wish you and your mother long life.
How many women am I? Huatang chitose longevity wine.
Xie Jia was filled with silk jackets, and Huang Tingjian sent fragrant light-colored clothes, and spring scenery entered the book curtain. When I got home, my loving mother asked me in surprise, saying that the prince and grandson had taken off their presents.
At first, I looked at another forest in Hu Aishan, Huang Tingjian's snow hat and Yan Zi's oriole. It was already late summer. The three cauldrons are exhausted by the ancients, and the loving mother looks forward to returning to her heart in one year.
How can I rest when I am working hard? I can't help but see the power of mountains. I want to see the sunset on three paths, and I will scream and scream.
Sending Zhang Zhongmou and Huang Tingjian is good for Zhang Gongzi, but clear autumn should be bitter. Wear the motherly thread, no money for travelers.
Say goodbye to Tianque in the morning and evening, and return to comfort Shen Lu. Huanghua is a bottle of wine, pour it with you.
One of Xuan Mo's paintings is a colorful day lily in the Wang Mian under Beitang, Luo Sheng. The south wind blows the heart, for whom do you vomit? A loving mother leans against the door, but a wanderer cannot walk.
May the sun be sparse and the day be fearful. Looking up at Yunlin, I am ashamed to listen to birds.
Crying mother poem Qu Qiubai, not kissing when poor, blue and new tears. Hungry and cold, no one asked me this day, and I fell on my beloved son.
Four-character poem mourning the sudden death of his mother Mao Zedong. Fifty-three years old, seven children.
Seven sons and three more, namely Qin. Other infertility, two women and two men.
It is difficult to prepare a calendar for raising a younger brother. Destroy the mill, so get sick.
In the middle, everything is sad. I can't bear to die, waiting for Xu Wen to vomit.
Today, I only talk about two ends: one is virtue and the other is bias. The distance is near and far, and it is repetitive.
Kay was moved by her kindness. Love is sincere.
No slander, no cheating. Finishing is natural and not deceptive at all.
Hand ze, very organized. Fine mind, reasonable points.
Nothing can be counted, and nothing can be hidden. The wind of cleanliness is everywhere.
There is no dust inside or outside. Five virtues are the big end.
Conform to his personality, as in the world. Hate is partial, the last of the three cardinal guides and the five permanent members.
Aspiring without reaching, seeking without reaching. The mental pain is outstanding.
The sky is crowded with people and the ground is a corner. Second, children are born and educated.
If it is not ripe, it will be green and yellow. Holding hands when you are sick makes your heart ache.
But call your children and do everything well. I'm pregnant again. I'm your baby.
Or belong to Su En, or work hard. All relatives, big or small, should be reported.
To sum up, Shengde is honored.
7. The poem expressing gratitude to the teacher is a four-degree spring breeze, and several autumn rains have washed away the gap.
Black hair and frost weave the sun and the moon, and chalk writes the spring and autumn without words. Before the spring is old, the silk spits, and the candle tears turn into gray and autumn is thicker.
Peach and plum are sown in three thousand gardens in spring, and Qiu Lai is rich in China fruits. I love teachers like a red candle, which lights the fire in students' hearts, but burns itself until the red candle turns to ashes.
Teachers, like gardeners, feed our flowers, but work hard for themselves until their physical strength is exhausted. We must become the pillars of the country when we grow up! The teacher is so selfless! Ah! Teacher, we love you! -teacher, who has worked hard? -lead the ignorant into the spacious classroom and 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-educating naughty people into people who can help others? It is you! Teacher! Your care is like a warm spring breeze, which warms our hearts. Who is it-to train young people into mature and sensible teenagers? 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! I can only help you here, old teacher-you are like a drizzle in spring, nourishing flowers and irrigating the earth, and we are also trying to suck the drizzle and grow.
Teacher-you are like an autumn breeze, blowing the yellow land and calling for rice. We have 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! 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, teachers' teaching is like spring rain, teachers' style is like green leaves, teachers' career is like a tree, and our teachers are good. You present a flower, I present a flower, and we will weave a big wreath for my dear teacher and mother.
It is you who gave the seeds, the warmth like sunshine; It was you who watered the seedlings with sweat. Your eyes are like bright stars, shining with charming brilliance; Your singing is like a clear spring, which brings 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, it will be a flower of yours. September, as scheduled.
Therefore, the world is brilliant. We sing September, because it is your eternal festival.
We remember September because it was our sincere confession. September is an emotional cup. We hold high our sincere wishes with our hands. Please drink a toast.
The music has been played in September, please accept our gifts in September, all the teachers who are struggling in the education front. I remember your powdered hands, your charitable teachings, and your new silver hair. Because of you, many students can become talents. Because of you, the world will be so civilized. You are a beacon for children who have lost their way to find their homes. You are an angel teacher, praising others for getting gold from life. You can only get flowers. Your gold is the sunrise, your silver is the fifteenth moon, and you are still whistling happily. Your pride is the fragrance of peaches and plums
8. About the poem recitation "Thanks to the teacher's kindness ★★★★★ Praise the teacher's poem ★★★★★ Four spring breezes, several autumn rains washed the gap.
Black hair and frost weave the sun and the moon, and chalk writes the spring and autumn without words. Before the spring is old, the silk spits, and the candle tears turn into gray and autumn is thicker.
Peach and plum are sown in three thousand gardens in spring, and Qiu Lai is rich in China fruits. I love my teacher. A teacher is like a red candle, which ignites the fire in the students' hearts, but burns itself until the red candle turns to ashes.
Teachers are like gardeners, nurturing our flowers, but working hard for themselves until their physical strength is exhausted. When we grow up, we must become the pillars of the country to repay the kindness of our teachers.
Ah! The teacher is so selfless! Ah! Teacher, we love you! ★★★★ Praise the teacher's poem 3 ★★★-Teacher, hard work-lead us into the spacious classroom and 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-educating naughty people into people who can help others? It is you! Teacher! Your care is like a warm spring breeze, which warms our hearts.
Who is it-to train young people into mature and sensible teenagers? 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! I can only help you here, old teacher-you are like a drizzle in spring, nourishing flowers and irrigating the earth, and we are also trying to suck the drizzle and grow. Teacher-you are like an autumn breeze, blowing the yellow land and calling for rice. We have 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! ★★★★★ Praise the teacher's poem 4 ★★★★ On Teacher's Day, the golden wind sends a smile, and the sweet-scented osmanthus is fragrant. 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, teachers' teaching is like spring rain, teachers' style is like green leaves, teachers' career is like a tree, and our teachers are good. You present a flower, I present a flower, let's weave a big wreath for my dear teacher and mother. It is you who gave the seeds, the warmth like sunshine; It was you who watered the seedlings with sweat.
Your eyes are like bright stars, shining with charming brilliance; Your singing is like a clear spring, which brings 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, it will be a flower of yours.
★★★★ Praise the teacher's poem 6 ★★★★ September, as scheduled. Therefore, the world is brilliant.
We sing September, because it is your eternal festival. We remember September because it was our sincere confession.
September is an emotional cup. We hold high our sincere wishes with our hands. Please drink a toast. The music has been played in September, please accept our gifts in September, all the teachers who are struggling in the education front.
I remember your powdered hands, your charitable teachings, and your new silver hair. You are the reason why students can become talents and the world is so civilized. You are a lamp, looking for the way home for the lost children, and you are a breeze, sending a hint of coolness to the children under the scorching sun.