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.
Thank you very much, teacher.
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.
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-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!
Teachers' Day
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.
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!
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.
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!
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-"
What is a teacher like?
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.
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!
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
Thank you very much, teacher.
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.
We pay high tribute to you!
-You have worked hard, teacher! ……
Dedicated to the old teacher
Dear teacher:
You are the beacon in my heart,
You are a bridge of friendship between classmates.
You set up a stage for young students to show their talents.
Dear teacher:
You watched us struggle,
You watched us grow up,
You have experienced countless joys and sorrows with us.
On the playground, you can see our vigorous posture.
In class, you attracted our eyes for knowledge.
When you see it,
Small buds grow into big trees,
When the tender shoulders hold up the blue sky,
Your smile is very comfortable, beautiful and kind.
In your meticulous care, we feel warmth and strength.
You know we can't repay your kindness.
I am a teacher mountain,
I can't forget your persuasive and earnest teaching.
I can't forget your patient explanation and careful counseling.
I can't forget your hard work and the hard work under the lamp.
In front of the three-foot platform, I can't forget your voice, face, joys and sorrows.
You lit the lamp in our hearts with your hard work,
You use your true feelings to arouse our potential wisdom,
You are the indicator light of our ship, with no regrets and silent dedication.
You are the engineer of the human soul, and you have interpreted the great connotation of life with your life.
I sincerely thank you, my alma mater and teachers.
In fact, all we need is a drop of water, but you have given us the whole ocean.
In fact, we only wanted a beam of sunshine, but you gave us a round of sun.
You are spring, quietly urging the ideal bud,
You are the summer that deeply melts the relationship between teachers and students.
You are autumn, and Yingying brings rich fruits.
You are winter, silently purifying our hearts.
Roots, firmly rooted in the school,
Sweet, but always in our hearts.
I want to give you the most beautiful flowers,
I want to sing you the most beautiful song,
I want to give you the purest heart.
You are the sun in my heart,
You are the spring in my heart,
You are an indelible spray in the long river of my feelings.
My dear teachers, I wish you a happy holiday