A selection of 60 poems for teachers on Thanksgiving Day.

Grateful teacher, we don't need to do anything earth-shattering, just in the daily dribs and drabs. Thanksgiving is coming. Do you know the poem "Thanksgiving Teacher"? The following are 60 poems I arranged for my teachers on Thanksgiving Day. Welcome to read and share.

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Thanksgiving teacher's poem (1)

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.

And turn it into 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.

Thanksgiving teacher's poem (2)

Teachers love silence.

Teachers love nothing.

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

Red candles are silent.

Send away the darkness

Blue sky without words

White clouds inhabit the harbor of freedom

Teachers love nothing.

Pastoral for cultivating the soul

Thanksgiving teacher's poem (3)

Thank you, teacher

Thanks to the teacher,

You gave us knowledge.

If you are a gardener,

We are the flowers in the greenhouse,

Grow up little by little under your watering.

If you were a candle,

We are the endless darkness by the candle,

You lit us up,

Help us find the way to the light.

If you are Baiyun,

We are the sky,

Without white clouds, the sky will lose its luster.

The teacher really appreciates you,

Thank you for your kindness to us,

You are very kind to us,

We all remember.

You've been educating us all your life,

You are selfless,

You taught us all your knowledge without reservation.

In the spring when flowers are in full bloom,

I want to be a bright sunshine,

Add a little luster to you.

On that hot summer day,

I want to be a parasol,

Keep out the hot sun for you.

In the autumn when the leaves are falling,

I want to be a coat,

Keep you warm.

Thanksgiving teacher's poem (4)

Thank you for your invitation.

The evening breeze blew through my ears, listening to a little autumn.

Telling the deep past under the banyan tree.

Reach out your hands and touch the shadow of fallen leaves, but you can't hold the fleeting one.

The hourglass between your fingers, the sunset is slowly passing away.

The greeting from the other end of the phone is faint and astringent.

Turn into missing, dilute the misunderstanding in the teacup.

Wordless emotions have paved a solid bridge.

Set one, please.

Thanksgiving teacher's poem (5)

I extend my highest respect to you

Thank you very much, teacher.

Who is it-leading 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.

Educate people to be considerate and helpful.

It is you! Teacher!

Your care is like a warm spring breeze.

It warms our hearts.

who is it? Who brought us youth?

Cultivate 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!

Thanksgiving teacher's poem (6)

We are still waiting.

coastal

Flying butterflies

I want him to fly there

sea

witness

Edsang Tian

but

On the other side of the sea

Leave, wait ...

Thanksgiving teacher's poem (7)

A distant teacher

Tang Bai Juyi

East palace white bastard, South Temple Zen master.

Seeing each other in the distance, there is nothing in my heart.

Thanksgiving teacher's poem (8)

Looking back in the red candle

Floating red candle

bright red

Liu Xiang

A hint of love words

In the oblique wind

waste

Looking back at the world of mortals

miss

earlier times

Past attachment

Heart damage

Thanksgiving teacher's poem (9)

Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night.

Don du fu

Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.

The wild path is dark, and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.

Gratitude for the teacher's poem (10)

Red candle tears

For example, there is no electricity.

The world has become a black hell.

I can't see it, red candle and tears.

in the dark

no lack of

light

Gratitude to the teacher's poem (1 1)

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Tang Li Shangyin

It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing, and a hundred flowers are blooming.

Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.

In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.

There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .

Poems of Gratitude to Teachers (12)

Your mind is shining.

Tragic white world under incandescent lamp

Clear boundaries,

Like a modern city.

The dim world under the red candle

Flickering,

Like a distant legend

I always thought that the clearer the better.

But when you see the world clearly,

I also saw the defects.

As everyone knows, in the dark.

There is a beautiful and vivid country.

Only you and I are wandering.

My heart shines because of you.

Your candlelight is getting brighter and brighter because of me

Poems of Gratitude to Teachers (13)

Ji hai's five miscellaneous poems

Qing palace zizhen

The vast sadness of parting extends to the setting sun, away from Beijing, riding a whip to the east, feeling that people are on earth.

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.

Poems of Gratitude to Teachers (14)

You're great.

You are a red candle with good taste.

When you light yourself up

It makes me feel bad.

I just want you to illuminate others.

I don't want you to consume yourself.

Very helpless

Teacher's Day is coming.

I don't know what gift to give you.

Let my heart light give it to you.

I really want to be with you.

Illuminate China's expectation.

In order to make the students hold their heads high

Let the road shine

No dark areas

You are the person I admire most.

I admire your career the most.

Poems of Gratitude to Teachers (15)

Seeking harmony, respecting teachers and retiring

Tang Libai

The mountain peak is steep, and Capricorn's day is free from the memory of that year. Clear the thick clouds for the ancient road of Gu Shan, and the strange trees listen to the painting springs.

Warm flowers lie on green cows, white cranes sleep on high pine branches. Talk to the teacher, the river has been shrouded in dusk, I want to walk alone in the cold mountain clouds.

Poems of Gratitude to Teachers (16)

Willing to make a ladder

I admire your patience.

You are doing something for education.

Show such persistence

For the education in China.

Don't hesitate to sacrifice yourself

You are the window to students' hearts.

Let students see the light

The mind has also been enlightened.

Let students cultivate and educate into pillars.

You are the one who impart knowledge.

Not known to the public

Poems of Gratitude to Teachers (17)

Hsinchu

Zheng Qing Banqiao

New bamboo is taller than old bamboo, and their growth is supported by old branches.

I will come out again the next year and grow taller.

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