Poem for the teacher 1 "Thank you, teacher"
You are the morning star at night.
You are the clear sky during the day.
You are a breeze under the scorching sun.
You are the eaves in the rain.
You are the sea;
You are mountains and rivers.
You have shaped my soul.
You are a rocket carrying a satellite.
You are a compass at sea.
You're, like, into it,
You pay.
You are our most beloved teacher.
Poem 2 for the teacher "Thank you, teacher"
blackboard
Three-foot platform
This is the world where you spend your life.
We thrive in your world.
A piece of chalk.
In your hands.
Into words on the blackboard.
It has become knowledge in our minds.
One pointer at a time.
in front of you
Keep dancing
Instill the principle of being a man into our hearts.
Poem 3 for the teacher "Teacher loves silence"
He Jiang Yanwu
Give the sea a wide space.
The sun is silent.
Give life luster.
Teachers love nothing.
Excavate the clear spring of knowledge
The red candle is silent
Send away the darkness
Blue sky without words
White clouds inhabit the harbor of freedom
Teachers love nothing.
Pastoral for cultivating the soul
Poem 4 for Teachers "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 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
Poetry 5 for the teacher "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-
Poem 6 "Proverbs" for Teachers
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
Poetry 7 "Hard Teacher" is dedicated to the 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.
Poem 8 for the teacher. 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.
Poem 9 for the teacher "September belongs to the teacher"
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
Poetry for Teachers 10 "September, Song for Teachers"
September, the golden season;
September, a warm season;
September, the season when flowers are in full bloom;
September, the season of innocence.
Facing the breeze in September,
We came to nature,
Pick a bunch of flowers and give them to the teacher.
Send a ray of laughter to the teacher
Today is your festival,
All young pioneers have the same wish.
May you be happy forever.
I can't forget your pleasant demeanor on the podium;
I can't forget your hard figure under the night light;
I can't forget your amiable smile;
I can't forget your serious and responsible spirit.
It is you who led us on the ship of knowledge;
You taught us how to swim in the sea of knowledge.
We made it,
You are our teacher;
We are famous.
You are still our teacher;
No matter how wonderful our performance is,
You will always be our teacher.
Facing the red scarf of our new era.
You can only smile,
Worry and sadness are always reserved for lonely days.
You think we don't know anything
Dear teacher:
You have worked hard!
Your efforts,
Your hard work
We can see it.
Look! The scarlet scarf is as red as fire!
Floating in every corner of the motherland.
On 9.6 million square kilometers of land,
Every red scarf is a beating note,
Let's sing!
Let's jump!
Celebrate the great September 10.
Celebrate the glorious September 10.
Listen! What a wonderful song that is.
That is a song dedicated to teachers all over the world.
Remember it! September 10.
Remember it!
In September,
A song for the teacher.
Poetry for Teachers 1 1 Speech in September
How many sunshine chalks will I use in September?
In order to write down my inner blessing and respect.
The bell rang for class.
Chrysanthemums are in bloom.
Osmanthus fragrans is in bloom.
The heart is also blooming.
How hard should I work in September?
In order to gently open the bag in the sky.
Take out the moon's pencil box.
What kind of mood should I use?
Write something like this-
There is no diamond brighter than a star.
There is no more fertile land than blackboard.
September, starting from Milan.
I touch it again and again with my eyes.
The word is called "teacher"
A kind word.
Warm words
A word of comfort.
A boiling word.
A person needs a thousand heartbeats and a thousand breaths.
A thousand eyes
Words that can only add color
From peaches and plums to silver hair
Open the exercise book
It is equivalent to opening up a vast field.
Those naughty boys are cotton.
Those shy girls are peach blossoms.
There was a ring at the bell
Run happier than anyone else.
It's the rabbit named Youth.
A field as beautiful as flowers and pure as jade
There are also strong winds, heavy rains and unknown bugs.
Whose eyes are like umbrellas?
Whose eyes are like electricity?
Tick during the day
Night crossing
Blue ink is another color of life.
Red ink is another river of time.
I saw that figure on my desk in September.
Shake in the light
All the crops in the garden are asleep.
Wake up, it is this tireless nerve of September,
I praised a blackboard.
Praise a piece of chalk
Praise the burning red candle.
Compliment a table three feet square.
I will use up 100 tons of gold powder in September.
Write down these two words heavily: teach-teacher-
Add the words "glory" and "people"
In September, I was interested in an ordinary pointer.
Silently staring at the ceremony—
the whole wide world
There is no better way.
There is no brighter lightning than it.
There is no higher ladder. ...
Poetry for Teachers 12 Ode to September
On the Qinghai Plateau, this vast land.
Plant one highland barley after another.
They don't need much nutrition.
Just a handful of dirt and a beam of sunshine.
They will continue to grow.
See one highland barley field after another.
On the special day of September 10.
I thought of all the teachers in rural and pastoral areas.
We are associated with books and chalk.
Long day after day.
A long way to spread culture in local languages
In autumn, highland barley shows a golden smile.
My parents harvest highland barley.
In a campus, teachers have gained something.
Spread the joy of culture, holiday greetings.
On September 10, a blessing warmed the plateau land.
Nowadays, the changes in rural pastoral areas have turned upside down.
The sound of books on campus is a constant landscape.
Just like highland barley, wheat always sticks to the plateau.
The harvest song in the field filled with golden juice
The graceful dance of arms and sickles.
The campus in autumn also has the fragrance of sweat.
On this day, we send blessings to rural teachers.
Here are three glasses of highland barley wine that can ignite passion.
Poems for Teachers 13 "Songs 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.