Teachers' Day Poetry 1 Teacher, you have worked hard.
Teacher, if I were a boat,
You are the sea,
How can I sail without you?
Teacher, if I were spring,
You are a mountain,
How can I laugh without you?
Teacher, if I were a seedling,
You are the rain,
How can I thrive without you?
It is because of your hard work,
We will be better.
Teacher, you have worked hard.
The 38th Teacher's Day Poetry 2 "Song for Teachers"
They say you are a gardener.
Disseminate human knowledge.
They say you look like your parents.
Care about the progress of every student.
Hand in hand, you teach us to write.
Love makes us read aloud.
It's hard to forget your cracked fingers.
Filled with pen dust
It's hard to forget your white hair.
Flashing in front of the lamp
You take us to spring.
sow seeds
We will be with you in autumn.
Share the fruit
Who said you were ordinary?
This is the silence of the unsung hero.
Who said you were humble?
You just stand in the peaks and valleys of the mountains.
Glory, teacher
You put the hope of the country on the table.
Poem 3 of the 38th Teachers' Day Gardener
In the spring garden, you are a diligent gardener;
In the hot summer sun, you are the affectionate shade;
Autumn fruit contains green leaves;
In the winter storm, there is always your solid arm.
Ah, teacher!
In my journey of growing up,
Always have your affectionate care,
You are busy everywhere;
Ah, teacher!
In the sky of my life,
You are the big dipper that guides you astray.
You are a red sun.
Poem 4 of the 38th Teachers' Day: Silent Dedication
Teacher!
You are like a red candle,
It lit the fire in our hearts.
But it burned itself,
Until the red candle turns to ashes.
Teacher!
You are like a gardener,
Grow flowers.
But I work hard for myself,
Until the physical strength is exhausted.
Teacher!
You are still like a spring rain,
Moisten our hearts.
Watering our growth,
Silent contribution.
Teacher!
You sow the seeds of hope,
Cultivate us into a forest.
Cultivate us
But I'm tired of myself.
The 38th Teacher's Day Poem 5 Red Candles
Some people compare teachers to red candles.
Illuminate others and burn yourself;
Some people compare teachers to engineers of the soul.
Create a beautiful soul;
Some people compare a teacher to a clear spring.
Always reflect truth, goodness, beauty and falsehood, evil and ugliness;
Our teacher said,
-We are people's ladders,
With our tenacity
Let students step on our shoulders and rush to a new future.
-We're gardeners
With our diligence
Let the garden of science be colorful forever.
-We are spring silkworms.
Give play to our talents.
Let the satin of knowledge spread from us.
Hello, teacher of poem 6 of the 38th Teachers' Day!
Teacher, you are like a boat;
Take us out of the ocean of trouble;
You are like a lamp, showing us the way to grow;
Like a key, you opened the door of our knowledge one by one.
Whenever I get sick,
You kill "pests" like a bird;
You are like sunshine and rain,
Shines on us every day and nourishes us;
Teacher, you have taught us a wealth of knowledge;
I sincerely thank you.
On the occasion of Teachers' Day,
I give you a present,
That is-gratitude.
The 38th Teacher's Day Poetry 7 "Rural Primary School Teachers"
She opened the young river inside her.
Feeding lonely birds and lonely sunsets
She put beautiful flowers in this wasteland.
Let bees and butterflies rest and dream.
She used her youth as a bargaining chip.
Bet tomorrow with a piece of chalk in the country.
Draw wings for children
She put love and dazzling pop elements.
Crushed and thrown into the wind.
Teachers' Day Poetry: A Tree Full of Gold
I have been cultivating the fruits of hope all my life.
Between the jagged branches and leaves
It is muddy all year round.
Is an unshakable belief, in the soil of the people.
Holding young seedlings, running to the sunny top of the mountain.
Bloom the straight and yin of life.
On the latitude and longitude of three feet, the height of a lifetime
Are measuring miracles of life that have nothing to do with romance.
A dream chase, from the countryside to the city.
Then go to the drawing board of market economy.
We must ignore and eliminate the haze of mankind.
Let the water of time bring some surging waves.
The fruity fragrance far away from the world in the breeze.
Don't expect to leave many marks on the pages of years.
fidget
A towering tree covered with gold
autumn
The soil that still nourishes life
The 38th Teacher's Day poem 8 "Go, go to work-"
In the elegant wind, there are more beautiful flowers, quietly opening in the campus.
Every little flower, a female teacher, falls on the hearts of children.
Love and fragrance
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The lovely figure is among the injured flowers of the teacher.
Butterflies that heal wounds.
There are more smiling faces of children shining in my tears.
There are more innocent little angels, you are using love and happiness.
Warm the teacher.
An indifferent state of mind
Let's go Go to work. Just walk to the three-foot platform
Into the eyes of these angels. On a coach who has suffered for many years
I want to cross the shadow of failure in the job competition and become the cleanest sunshine.
Soft and bright, sprinkled on children.
In the clear and open lake
9 proverbs in the 38th Teacher's Day poem
I want to hold the textbook in my left hand and the textbook in my right hand.
Carrying a shopping basket
I want to bow to the sun with my front and back feet.
Wake up the moon
How I miss the red of the five-star red flag.
Red is unforgettable, red
My pigment is also less.
Until the end of the world.
However, initially,
Just for what?
Me, a child with a big mother's nipple.
I just gave myself to a group of children.
have an unshirkable duty
If it's really rubbish, face yours
There is only one recycle bin.
If you are a gardener, you must
Trim yourself first
The poem of the 38th Teachers' Day 10 "Even if I were you now"
Even if I were you now.
Even if you are getting old.
Leaves like poplars fall one after another.
You describe the beauty of autumn.
Even if you're still standing there,
Standing in the scenery
Even if the scenery is a little desolate.
But I recognized it.
I can recognize your back at a glance.
I can read your eyes at a glance.
Even if I were you now.
Even if you are getting old.
Like a beautiful sorbus tree.
The branches burned fiery red fruits.
Even if you have left the three-foot platform.
Even if that piece of chalk no longer belongs to you.
But you still have me.
You must know me.
Realize my initial naivety
Recognize my last parting.
I still want to outline the beauty of a festival for you.
I still have to beat the rhythm of this short board.
Even if I were you now-
Even if you get old-
The poem of the 38th Teachers' Day 1 1 "Going to Sheep"
I went to see you on a winter morning.
There is a steaming fog in the hole.
Your woman is cooking pig food.
But I didn't see you.
The mountain opposite the woman's finger
Busy to tell me, to herd sheep.
Finally, he said that his hair was all white.
I know you won't travel.
Not for fun.
A lifetime of hard work has watered countless elites.
Your child is still rolling on the ground.
See the boundless sky at a glance.
I seem to see you waving your whip.
Wear a sheepskin coat
Let the whip tip throw countless circles.
Only the mountain is answering your question.
Only the cry of "baa baa" is repeating your loneliness.
Think back to when you were handsome and free and easy.
Holding a pointer and a three-foot platform.
Slowly pour wisdom back into every student's heart.
How much truth permeates the vivid eyes?
You often put the excellent names of the last session.
Write it on the blackboard at the beginning of freshman year.
They are at a loss, they don't know.
Only you are intoxicated with the proud smile. ...
Walking on the road that is white with cold.
How much I want to see you come.
I wonder if you can recognize me now.
I wandered for a long time.
It's time to follow in your shepherd's footsteps
Or I should wait for you at the fork in the road.
I asked the river flowing around me.
I asked wormwood frosted by the roadside.
They all seem to say, let's change the season.
Then, go home with a heavy burden
Then, tell the story of spring.
The 38th Teacher's Day Poetry 12 "Hard 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 find the soul trapped in the quagmire.