Modern poems praising teachers are as follows:
1. "Teacher, you are a candle"
Dear teacher, your selfless love has sown new seeds. I hope that your enthusiasm has sown the fire of wisdom, your selfless dedication has enriched my soul, and your profound knowledge has added to my wisdom.
Teacher, you are a ladder, silently, with your stalwart body, supporting our young feet, climbing higher step by step;
Teacher, you are a candle, burning bright life, Light up the way forward for us with undying faith and accompany us in our continuous exploration.
Dear teacher, you are like the spring silkworm who has devoted his life to loyalty, and you are like the winter plum spreading the fragrance of early spring. Today is another festive day, and I would like to send you my sincere blessings, wishing you eternal health and happiness!
2. "Thank you, teacher"
Thank you, teacher, for giving us knowledge. If you are a gardener, we are the flowers in the greenhouse, growing little by little under your watering. If you are a candle, we are the endless darkness next to the candle. It is you who illuminate us and help us find the way to the light. If you are the white clouds, we are the sky. Without the white clouds, the sky will lose its luster.
Teacher, I really appreciate you, thank you for every bit of your kindness to us. We will keep these kindnesses in mind. You have spent your whole life educating us. You are selfless and impart your knowledge to us without reservation.
In the spring when flowers are in full bloom, I would like to turn into bright sunshine and add some brilliance to you. In that scorching summer, I would like to turn into a parasol to protect you from the scorching sunshine. In the autumn when the leaves are falling, I would like to turn into a coat to keep you warm.
3. "Dear Teacher"
September, golden September, sunny September, we welcome a sacred day in this poetic and picturesque season, Teachers' Day is September 10th. On this beautiful holiday, I hold beautiful flowers in my hand and offer them to you.
Dear teacher, how many blind nights have there been, how many times have the lights been on, how many suns and moons have reincarnated, how many spring, summer, autumn and winter have there been, and strands of white hair have been passed by you. The frost of the years; the wrinkles are the immortal glory written by you; the painstaking efforts to cultivate talents are your selfless dedication; the world is filled with peaches and plums, which is your persistent ideal.