A poem about teachers' devotion to teaching 1. Poems about teachers
The most glorious profession under the sun, the engineer of human soul; Three-foot platform, three-inch tongue, three-inch pen, three thousand peaches and plums, ten years of trees, ten years of wind, ten years of rain, and a hundred thousand pillars. Silkworms in spring will weave to death, and candles will drain the wick every night. There must be teachers like candles, burning themselves and illuminating others.
We are the flowers of our motherland, and our teacher is a diligent gardener. Teachers are like a long bridge leading to the knowledge coast.
Teachers are like candles, burning themselves and illuminating us. The teacher is like a big tree, sheltering us from the wind and rain.
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! 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? Teacher, the engineer of human soul, who won't praise you! Teacher, you are a cultivator and a sower of beauty.
It is you who shine the beautiful sunshine, moisten the beautiful rain and dew, make our hearts green and full of flowers! 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. 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. 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. You, the teacher's love, is the greatest and cleanest in the world! If we are a ship, then the teacher is a sail, leading us forward in the ocean of knowledge; If we want to embark on a journey, teachers are like candles in our hands, illuminating the bumpy road in our study.
You let us open the window of our hearts, you gave us spiritual support, you sent us on the road of learning and gave us endless encouragement. Teacher, we will always remember you.
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 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 turbulent as a rushing river ... Spring silkworm has never said anything to brag 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! Looking at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one is not as hard as you, and which one is not as smiling as you.
2. Poems related to teachers
1 3 feet platform, 3 inches tongue, 3 inches pen, 3,000 peaches and plums
Ten years of trees, ten years of wind, ten years of rain and a hundred thousand columns.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
Teachers are our biological parents! My parents raised us and our teachers educated us!
4 teachers are red candles, lighting themselves to illuminate others; The teacher is a silkworm, spitting out the last silk thread.
Teachers are mothers, the greatest mothers besides the earth.
Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more.
teacher for a day, father for a lifetime.
Teachers are engineers of the human soul-Stalin.
The most outstanding professional engineer of human soul under the sun.
10 threesome, there must be my teacher.
3. Famous sentences about studying hard
The soul without wisdom is the soul of death. If it is enriched with knowledge, it can regain its vitality, just like rain watering barren land.
-Faiss Bahani.
Many people are smart enough, full of knowledge, but also full of vanity. It is shameless to let short-sighted laymen appreciate that they are talents. For them, nothing in the world is sacred.
-Goethe
You should know that learning is difficult, and what you care about is diligence.
-Chen Yi.
There is no art more difficult than life, because there are teachers everywhere in other arts or knowledge.
Seneca
Society respects celebrities, so it thinks that celebrities' words are famous words, but it forgets what kind of knowledge and occupation his name came from.
-Lu Xun
The problem is not to teach him all kinds of knowledge, but to cultivate his interest in learning. When this interest is fully increased, teach him how to learn knowledge.
-Rousseau
No one will become a wise man because of learning. Learning may come from diligence, but wit and wisdom are lazy to talent.
John selden.
4. What poems describe "teachers' hard education"?
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
-Tang Li Shangyin's Untitled Time was long before I met her, and even longer after we parted. I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation.
-Qing Gong Zizhen's translation of Ji Hai's Miscellaneous Poems 5: The fallen flowers are still affectionate and intentional, and they turn into spring mud to cultivate new flowers. New bamboo is taller than old bamboo, and their growth is supported by old branches.
-Zheng Xie's "Hsinchu" translation: Hsinchu is taller than the old bamboo, and its growth depends entirely on the old branches. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
-Tang Du Fu's translation of Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night: With the gentle wind, quietly enter the night. Fine and dense, nourishing everything on the earth.
Your father is full of peaches and plums, so why plant a variety of flowers in front of the hall? -Tang Bai Juyi's "Planting Flowers in Fenghe Lvyetang" Translation: Pei Taoli is born all over the world, where is it necessary to plant flowers in front of the door? Decline: I am well aware of Song Yu's misery, romance and elegance. He is also my teacher.
-Tang Du Fu's translation of "Five Poems on Historical Monuments": Everything is falling, and I silently know why Song Yu is sad about autumn; He is knowledgeable and talented. He is my teacher. I should be a non-Zhao Xiong, and I should be respected as the emperor's teacher.
—— Ming Liuji translated "The Picture of Taigong Fishing for Wei": It occasionally coincides with Wang Wen's dream of Xiong Fei and is called the Emperor. North Lu bad pavilion barrier, Wentun thousands of miles division.
-Du Mu's "Book in the Snow" translation: The North Prison Pavilion, I heard that the owner is thousands of miles away. East palace white bastard, South Temple Zen master.
-Bai Juyi's "Far Teacher" translation: Bai Juyi, who lives in the East Palace, asked the master in Southern Zen. Listening to your music, the piano suddenly rose, making people sit down low.
-Tang Hanyu's "Listening to a Clever Teacher Playing the Piano" Translation: Listening to your piano sounds is soft and hard, which makes people sit up and make people feel depressed.
5. Some poems or famous sayings about teachers.
Praise the teacher's poem: sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
-(Tang) Du Fu's spring silkworm will weave until she dies, and tears will run out every night. -(Tang) Li Shangyin's Untitled is not a heartless thing, but turns into spring mud to protect flowers.
-(Qing) Gong Zizhen's "Yi Hai Miscellaneous Works" praised the teacher's famous saying: the teacher is the engineer of the human soul. -Stalin is tall and strong.
-"The Analects of Confucius Zi Han" Spring silkworms can weave until they die, and tears are exhausted every night-Li Shangyin's new bamboo is taller than the old bamboo, and it is all supported by veteran cadres. New students will be born next year, and 100 thousand dragons and grandchildren will go around Fengchi.
-[Qing] Zheng Xie No matter how proud a person has achieved, he must drink water and think of his source. Remember that his teacher sowed the first seed for his growth. -Madame Curie Teachers are not only disseminators of knowledge, but also models.
-[America] Bruner is honest and does not give orders; His body is not straight, although he disobeys. Confucius illuminates the road for others and shines for himself. This is the greatest happiness of mankind.
-[The former Soviet Union] dzerzhinsky paid more attention to learning than to respecting teachers. -Tan Sitong, an ancient scholar, must be strict with the teacher and then respect him.
-Ouyang Xiu, an ancient holy king, never disrespected his teacher. -Lv Buwei is a teacher for a day and a father for life.
-Guan Hanqing is not as good as a teacher. -Yang Xiong saint impermanence division.
-teacher Han Yu is easy to meet, but the teacher is hard to meet. -Sima Guang is not a teacher in the world, so he benefits from this.
-Liu Zongyuan Scholars must seek teachers and teachers. -Cheng Yi Learning is expensive, and making friends is also expensive.
-Tang Zhen is a teacher, so he preaches, teaches and dispels doubts. -Tang Hanyu's "Teacher's Talk" The most brilliant professional teacher in the sun is like a candle, burning himself, illuminating others with a three-foot platform, a three-inch tongue, a three-inch pen, three thousand peaches and plums, ten years of wind and rain, and a hundred thousand beams. Being a model teacher is our living parents! My parents raised us and our teachers educated us! 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.
Your position will never change, but your footprints are everywhere; Your temples will turn gray one day, but your youth will last forever. On our way from naivety to maturity and from ignorance to civilization, you have 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. Dear teacher, your sincere love has awakened a lot of confusion, cultivated a lot of self-confidence, ignited a lot of youth and destroyed many sails.
The crane sends silver silk to reflect the sun and the moon, and its efforts are full of new flowers. A passage was given by my teacher.
Gardener, lofty title, I wish you peaches and plums all over the world and spring glow. 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.
Teacher, some people say that you are the pillar of the motherland, not that you are the pillar of the motherland, but that you support the backbone of our generation. 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 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.
Teacher, the light of wisdom we send out will always shine with the spark that you personally lit. Hard-working gardeners are disgusted with the growth of the next generation
Dear teacher, we will miss you forever. I worship great men and celebrities, but I am more eager to dedicate my respect and praise to an ordinary person-my teacher, you.
In my heart, you are the most severe father and the most kind mother; You are an unsung hero and a famous teacher. Your voice and smile always flash in front of my eyes; You are a kind of character and personality, which will always be treasured in the depths of my memory.
Ah, teacher-the engineer of human soul, only this glorious name has the connotation as rich as the sea and as deep as the blue! Teacher, this dazzling name, like a brilliant star, will always hang high on our chest. On the journey of life, you have enriched my thoughts, developed my intelligence and lit the light of hope for me.
Thank you teacher! Spring rain, which dyed the world green, disappeared silently in the soil. Teacher, you are the spring rain that moistens our hearts, and we will always thank you.
Teacher, you are the ocean, I am the shell, and you gave me colorful colors ... how can I thank you! Stepping through every corner of my heart, every inch of my heart is full of respect for you. 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! 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 will always remember my heart.