About writing 15 poems praising teachers.

There is an ancient poem praising the teacher's "Spring silkworms are weaving until they die, and tears are exhausted every night". It is such a sentence that accompanied my growth and made me understand a lot of truth and selfless love for us. The following is my collection of 15 poems about writing praises to teachers. Please refer to them.

1, "Ode to Teachers in the New Era"

I praise the teacher's selflessness.

I admire the teacher's noble character.

I praise the teacher's painstaking efforts.

I want to give the best in the world to you who deserves it the most.

In the eyes of the world in the new era,

The teacher was burned to death on the 19 floor of hell.

The teacher was labeled with gold thread,

Always branded as a vampire

I am convinced that interests dominate human behavior.

Not morality.

I don't deny the powerful role of morality.

If a man of noble character can be respected by others.

2. "Praise the teacher's poem"

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 is so civilized.

Teacher, you are a bright light to find the way home for the lost children.

3. "Praise the teacher's poem"

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.

4. "Praise the teacher's poem"

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.

5. "Praise the teacher's poem"

You are a gardener, adding beauty to the mountains and rivers of the motherland;

You are like a spring rain, nourishing peaches and plums, and the land of China is full of fragrance.

On this festive occasion,

Let me present a flower in my heart,

Express my sincere wishes to you.

Write carols with rosy clouds all over the sky,

Weave poems with flowers everywhere,

We can't express our congratulations on the teacher's holiday!

6. "Praise the teacher's poem"

I love my teacher.

Teachers are like red candles,

It ignited the fire in the students' hearts.

But it burned itself,

Until the red candle turns to ashes.

Teachers are like gardeners,

Grow flowers,

But I work hard for myself,

Until the physical strength is exhausted.

When we grow up, we must become the pillars of the country.

Ah! The teacher is so selfless!

Ah! Teacher, we love you!

7. "Praise the teacher's poem"

Looking back, life is short and long, and we will meet at school in 37 years.

Dan Xin is a peach, while game-writing protocol is fertile ground for phoenix.

Song and dance piano swordsman, watching chess loses "rotten ke" lang.

Changhong is very manly and versatile.

8. "Praise the teacher's poem"

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.

9. "Praise the teacher's poem"

When another golden autumn comes,

Dear head teacher, is your voice better?

I remember in the bleak days of autumn wind,

You gently put on a warm coat for me;

Remember when the storm came,

You give me your umbrella with a smile;

I remember in the dry and hot classroom,

You held back the pain in your throat,

Take us to soar in the world of knowledge.

You always work hard,

You always ask for nothing in return.

You gave your youth to us,

You yourself are getting old in the vicissitudes of life.

Ah! Dear class teacher:

Your work is the busiest and most tiring.

But you're still not afraid of trouble,

Your heart is the softest and most fragile, but you survived one by one.

Head teacher,

My dear first teacher,

You taught us with your youth,

You feed us with your sweat and energy,

Dear teacher, I will always respect you.

I will miss you forever, and I will love you forever!

10, Poems in Praise of Teachers

Who-who led us into the spacious classroom and taught 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-educating naughty people into people who can help others?

It is you! Teacher! Your care is like a warm spring breeze, warming our hearts.

Who is it-to train young people into mature and sensible teenagers?

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!

1 1, silent candle

You don't have a strong body

But it holds up a rainless sky for us.

You don't have an architect's hand.

But it laid the most solid foundation for us.

You have no vision of an artist.

But they built magnificent buildings for us.

Your profound knowledge

Let us feel civilization and hope.

Your lofty thoughts

Let us know tolerance and patience.

Your noble personality

Deeply affects our hearts.

Thank you, teacher.

We sincerely thank you.

You are like the silent candle.

Burning yourself but illuminating others.

Under your wise guidance

We won't get lost in the dark.

12, "it's you! teacher

who is it? -lead the ignorant 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? -Let's be naughty

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? -Let's be young.

Cultivate a mature and sensible teenager?

It is you! Teacher!

13, the most beautiful teacher

I want to harvest the breeze,

You gave me the whole spring.

I want to hold a spray,

You gave me the whole ocean.

I want to pick a green leaf,

You gave me the whole forest.

I want to kiss a snowflake,

You gave me the whole silver world.

You bloom at the highest point,

I also gave all the most beautiful moments to my students.

A loss makes you eternal, because that unforgettable beauty.

That gorgeous and boundless morning and the fading back,

It has been fixed in my heart forever as an old photo!

14, thank you for your hard work.

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.

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 look for the soul trapped in the quagmire.

Like a green leaf

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.