Teachers are like red candles,
Illuminate the path of knowledge.
What is a teacher like?
Teachers are like spring rain,
Sprinkle bits and pieces of knowledge in our hearts.
What is a teacher like?
Teachers are like gardeners,
Cultivate our young family into a large number of knowledgeable people.
What is a teacher like?
A teacher is like a golden key.
Lead the ignorant into the treasure house of knowledge.
What is a teacher like?
Teachers are like our mothers,
Stay with us every day and tell us some colorful knowledge.
It is the teacher who has given us so much knowledge.
I wish all the teachers will always be young and beautiful.
Responder: The day after tomorrow, I-assistant level 2 8-3 1 19:52.
A poem dedicated to the old teacher
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.
You are still recalling our success in your sleep.
We are flowers in full bloom in spring,
It was you who 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!
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A poem dedicated to the teacher-the teacher's eyes
Teachers' eyes are like the moon at night.
We are stars,
In the teacher's smile,
twinkling
A teacher's eyes are like an endless ocean.
We are small fish,
In the teacher's arms,
Swim around happily.
Teachers' eyes are like the blue sky.
We are a white cloud.
Under her gaze,
Free floating,
The teacher's eyes are like a mirror.
Can light up our hearts.
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A poem dedicated to 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;
A teacher is like a book, giving us a lot of knowledge.
Happy Teachers' Day to my dear teacher.
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A poem dedicated to the teacher
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.
You are still recalling our success in your sleep.
We are flowers in full bloom in spring,
It was you who 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!
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September-A poem dedicated to Teachers' Day
September fruity, September chrysanthemum yellow,
I still smell the fragrance of March peaches and plums,
The cool autumn in September gives us an introverted and dignified autumn;
The fruit of September gives us maturity and gives us yearning for autumn.
In this golden autumn season,
We have the happiness of finding our own way, without saying anything.
Son, I hope your eyes are shining with hope.
Not at the fork in the road of life, deeply confused,
I would like to use my soul to light a spiritual beacon for you.
Grasp the right course for you in the dark sea.
I am willing, with my silent and persistent heart,
On the three-foot platform, I will conjure up thousands of possible paths for you.
I would like to be infected with your youthful passion.
Never too old to learn, grow together, and be in the prime of life!
I know that this festival reflects the respect and hope of China people for teachers for thousands of years.
The chalk drawn by Gaga is the curve of life;
Homework, accumulated layer by layer, is an eager expectation.
I, no longer a candlelight,
Because the faint candlelight is not enough to illuminate your direction;
I won't be a silkworm,
Because it is not the dream of free souls to bind themselves in cocoons.
I am the sun, burning and generating, bringing you radiant heat;
As the leading goose, I spread my wings and soar with you in the clear sky of Wan Li.
Children, I want you to look at the wider world.
Son, I am just a ray of sunshine in September.
On your journey of growing up,
Me, us, for the future of the nation, for the hope of the nation.
We will burn brighter than during the day,
Light your warm flame!
In September, we trudged between Japan and China.
We give everything and get everything,
Children, it is your diligence and love that make our bags full.
We are full of passion, because like you,
Is the free master of life.
The sail in September will still set sail,
Children, I want you to say it out loud:
"Well, I'll come and follow you-my captain-"
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A poem dedicated to Teachers' Day
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
There is such a thing as making love, simplicity, dedication or.
You can also call it another compliment because she is so beautiful.
Yes, some people wrote a great poem by themselves.
Just like the silent ear of wheat grows and gives birth to hope after harvesting.
A poem dedicated to the teacher
Teachers are like gardeners, caring for budding flowers.
Teachers are like candles, lighting themselves and illuminating students.
Whenever I see my classmates' homework written neatly,
Her face is full of smiles.
Day after day, year after year,
The footprints of the old days have been printed on the corners of her eyes.
Every day the teacher goes to bed at the latest and gets up at the earliest!
If there were no teachers to feed us hard,
Where did you get generations of talents? ……
Ah, teacher, you are so great!
Whenever I make a mistake,
What I see is really your tolerant eyes!
Teacher, you have worked hard!
Responder: Ping Pong Jumping Bean-Devil 17 Grade 9-2 09:06
Ode to the gardener
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!
Your lecture is rich and colorful. Each chapter seems to open a window in front of me and let me see a colorful new world. ...
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? Ah, teacher, engineer of human soul, who is not praising you! Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and happiness.
Teacher, you are the sower of this hope and happiness!
Teacher, you are a cultivator and a sower of beauty. It is you, shining with beautiful sunshine, nourishing beautiful rain and dew, making our hearts green and full of flowers! You are busy with the blooming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, silently hanging the shade of leaves! Ah, teacher, your spirit, always remember my heart!
You are more like a nameless root, let the young trees grow sturdily, let the branches bear rich fruits, but ask for nothing in return.
You gave us a ruler of life, let us measure it every day; You gave us a mirror of exemplary behavior, and let us learn everywhere.
You are a bridge, connecting the cut mountains for us and leading us to the peak of harvest; You are a green vine, tough and slender, which guides us to collect Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng at the top of the cliff. When Miao Er needs a glass of water, never send a bucket of water. And when you need a bucket of water, never give a glass of water. Giving in due time is a skill of a good gardener. My teacher, this is your art of education. Regardless of the cold inkstone in Qin Xin, peaches are ripe and dripping, but plums are ripe and incompetent. It is easy to grow flowers, but difficult to educate people. The valley is very fragrant, poems are full of people, paintings are full of people, and talented people smile.
Teacher, you use the noblest feelings of human beings-love, sowing spring, sowing ideals, sowing strength ... sowing with words, cultivating with colored pens, watering with sweat and nourishing with painstaking efforts. This is the noble work of our beloved teacher.
You work in the present, but you are building the future of the motherland; You teach in class, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland. Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then students are the sand in the clam; You lick it, grind it, soak it, and wash it with love ... Over the years, the sand turns into pearls and shines.
There are countless proud and happy memories in your teaching career, but you keep them in your heart, just staring at a garden to be explored.
If I were a poet, I would write poems with enthusiasm and praise the vastness and profundity of the sea. And dedicated to you-my broad-minded and knowledgeable teacher.
Teachers are kindling, igniting the fire in students' hearts; Teachers are stone steps, carrying students to climb steadily step by step.
You are like a candle, thin as it is, but with a little heat and light, it illuminates others and exhausts yourself. This selfless dedication is unforgettable. The language of your lectures is as sweet as a tinkling mountain spring, as cordial as a gurgling stream, and as exciting as a rushing river. ...
Spring silkworm has never said anything to brag about in her life, and the silver silk spit out is a 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.
Your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze and as sweet as a clear spring. 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.
The value of fireflies is to shine on others with lights hanging from the back end; Your respect lies in always providing convenience for others.
Who scattered the rain and dew all over the earth? Who feeds the seedlings hard? It's you, teacher, you are a great gardener! Look at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one is not as hard as you, and which one is not as smiling as you!
Responder: Quzifeng-Magician Level 5 9-2 20:34
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.
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
You say red apples are fruit trees,
blow bubbles
This is a small colorful sun.
Teacher, I want to say to you,
You're a magician,
You held up a magical dream.
You said the bow on the child's head
This is a rotating propeller.
So that little girl who loves beauty,
Fantasize about flying to the sky one day.
Teacher, I want to say to you,
You are an angel,
You shed youth and sunshine.
You said sunflower is a Korean girl,
With a golden washbasin on his head,
Waiting with a smile.
Uncle farmer came back from the field.
Wash your tanned face.
Teacher, I want to say to you,
You're a gardener,
What you sow is seeds and hope.
You said the moon was naked,
Without a cotton cap,
The two stars next to them are frozen red ears.
He has a cruel stepmother. ...
So that naughty little boy,
Take off your skating hat,
tears ...
Teacher, I want to tell you.
You are a sacred angel,
You have sown your vision and imagination.
Teacher, I want to say to you,
Among children,
You are the wind of imagination,
You are the flag of fantasy,
Under the guidance of innocence,
Lead the brave,
Swing like a cloud,
Climb the hill full of flowers ...
Inch by inch of chalk.
Dye your hair white
Take it off and light a candle.
Illuminate others
Let one hieroglyph after another
Become the footprints you have walked through
Climb to the top of the cliff
Let the latecomers step on your shoulders.
Send groups of students on the road.
Twinkling Stars
Brilliant
Use up the last bit of waste heat
This is a teacher's life.
Engineers of the human soul!
What is a teacher like?
Teachers are like red candles,
Illuminate the path of knowledge.
What is a teacher like?
Teachers are like spring rain,
Sprinkle bits and pieces of knowledge in our hearts.
What is a teacher like?
Teachers are like gardeners,
Cultivate our young family into a large number of knowledgeable people. What is a teacher like?
A teacher is like a golden key.
Lead the ignorant into the treasure house of knowledge.
What is a teacher like?
Teachers are like our mothers,
Stay with us every day and tell us some colorful knowledge.
It is the teacher who has given us so much knowledge.
I wish all the teachers will always be young and beautiful.
Hello, teacher.
You are a hard gardener.
Make dew with knowledge
Cultivate the flowers of the motherland
You are a selfless candle
devote oneself to
Burn yourself and light others.
you said
There are students everywhere; There are students all over the country [the world].
This is your lifelong wish.
On a three-foot platform
Smart and brave.
Is your eternal attachment
Fly on the blackboard
This is your sweat
Tip flow
This is your expectation.
You use your motherly hands
Soothe thousands of hearts
Hold up Qian Qian's dream.
Realize all hopes
Teacher, teacher
You use love and persistence
Adhere to the glorious cause of people's teachers
You use a high degree of professional ethics and integrity
Fulfill the sacred duty of people's teachers
Teacher, you have worked hard.
Who is it-
Leading the ignorant into the spacious classroom,
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-
Put naughty us
Education should be considerate and helpful?
It is you! Teacher!
Your care is like a warm spring breeze.
It warms our hearts.
Who is it-
Put 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.