Praise the teacher for reciting poems.

My respected teacher, my success is the support you gave me, and I can say "thank you" in a thousand words-you are my forever teacher and friend! So what modern poems praise teachers? The following is a poem praising the teacher that I recommend for your reference.

Praise the teacher for reciting poems 1 You present a flower,

I present a flower,

Let's weave a big wreath,

Dedicated to my dear teacher and mother.

You gave the seeds,

As warm as the sun;

You sweat,

Water the seedlings.

Your eyes are like bright stars,

Shining with charming brilliance;

Your song is like a spring stream,

Brought joy to everyone.

Wherever we go,

Always remember your feelings;

No matter where we go.

Always remember your words.

Wherever we go,

Always remember your love;

Wherever we go,

Will always be a flower of yours.

Praise the teacher for reciting poems II. The golden wind sends laughter, and the sweet-scented osmanthus floats.

Today's teacher's holiday is coming again.

The teacher we grew up with,

I don't know how much effort I have put into it.

The teacher's love for us,

We will never forget it.

Hello, teacher!

People compare teachers to red candles,

Illuminate others and burn yourself.

People compare teachers to gardeners,

Cultivate peaches and plums to bloom 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 are in full bloom like flowers,

Never forget the kindness of the green leaves.

Teachers are like trees,

Blue sky overhead,

Step on the ground,

Silently benefit the society.

The teacher is a big tree,

Bring spring to the world.

The teacher sowed the seeds of hope,

Cultivate us into a forest.

Small trees grow into pillars,

Don't forget the gardener's cultivation

Yeah,

The teacher's enthusiasm is like the sun,

The teacher's teaching is like spring rain,

The teacher's style is like a green leaf.

A teacher's career is like a big tree.

Our teacher is very good.

Praise the teacher. On September 3rd, the poetry recital was held as scheduled.

Therefore, the world is brilliant.

We sing September,

Because this is your eternal festival.

We remember September,

Because this is our sincere confession.

September is an emotional cup,

We hold it high with our hands.

In sincere wishes,

Please drink.

September music has been played,

Please accept our gift in September.

All the teachers who are struggling on the education front.

Praise the teacher for reciting. When chrysanthemums are quietly blooming.

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

September belongs to teachers.

Teacher, it belongs to September.

Yan nan Fei Gao

There seems to be a queue for us on campus.

Waiting for the teacher's comments.

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September

September fruity fragrance

Chrysanthemum yellow in September

In September, we remember who is still spreading hope.

We collect sunshine in September.

In September, we sang affectionately.

September is a touching season, cherished by the eyes of knowledge for a lifetime.

There are blessings flying among the autumn leaves in September.

September poets create immortal poems.

In September, we never forgot who was silently making our wedding clothes.

September makes us dare not forget.

In September, we dare not forget who taught us to think.

In September, I dare not forget who made the world have love and books.

In September, we dare not forget who built the temple of knowledge with hard work.

In September, we dare not forget who guided us in confusion.

In September, we watched the wave of wheat harvest.

In September, we were still growing up in textbooks.

In September, we will never forget the admiration we remember with emotion.

There is one thing.

There is something called sacredness.

It is the star that lights up on the horizon at dawn.

Silently according to the first come, first come.

Let's go to the countless flashes in our dreams.

There is something called eternity.

It's a stone coming back from watching the tide by the sea.

Gradually consume life in the wind and rain.

Become a totem worshipped by countless pilgrims

There is a thing called sincerity

This is an unadorned white cloud.

Carry too much with your own fatigue.

The eager eyes of a bird who wants to fly

Praise the teacher's poetry recitation 5. 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 young 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

Praise the teacher for reciting poems. The wind in September is very warm.

Love in September is the truest.

Bathed in the scorching sun in September.

Suck the fragrance of September

Teachers' Day has melodious dance steps.

The Architect of Human Spirit —— Teachers

Cheers for you, song for you.

Your silver hair

Full of kindness and warmth

Three-foot platform

Sprinkle your hard work and sweat.

You awakened the sleeping earth.

You developed the desolate Shan Ye.

You have changed human ignorance.

You are the engineer of the human soul.

You use the arm of knowledge

Support the backbone of the building

You use the light of wisdom

Ignite the hope of tomorrow

You use the light of the red candle

Illuminate the future of the motherland

Whether Qin Xin and Yi Yan are cold or not.

Fruitful peaches and plums all over the sky

It is easy to grow flowers, but difficult to educate people.

The fragrance of the valley is of extraordinary quality.

Selfless dedication, teaching and educating people

Full of love, full of love

With more talents, everyone is happy.

Let me song for you today.

Let me cheer for you today.

Praise the teacher for reciting poetry 7. 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

Praise the teacher's recitation, even though I have become 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-

Praise the teacher for reciting poems. Thank you, my dear teacher.

Inch by inch of chalk.

Dye your hair white

Take it off and light a candle.

Illuminate others

Let one hieroglyph after another

Become the footprints you have walked through

Climb to the top of the cliff

Let the latecomers step on your shoulders.

Send groups of students on the road.

Twinkling Stars

Brilliant

Use up the last bit of waste heat

This is a teacher's life.

What are the engineers and teachers of the human soul like?

What is a teacher like? Teachers are like red candles, illuminating the road of knowledge.

What is a teacher like? Teachers are like spring rain, spreading bits and pieces of knowledge in our hearts.

What is a teacher like? Teachers, like gardeners, cultivate our young family into a large number of knowledgeable people.

What is a teacher like? Teachers are like a golden key, leading us into the treasure house of knowledge.

What is a teacher like? Teachers, like our mothers, accompany us every day and tell us some colorful knowledge.

It is the teachers who have given us so much knowledge. Here I wish all the teachers a happy and beautiful life forever.

Praise the teacher for reciting poetry 10 I went to see you on a winter morning.

There is a steaming fog in the hole.

Your woman is cooking pig food.

But I didn't see you.

The mountain opposite the woman's finger

Busy to tell me, to herd sheep.

Finally, he said that his hair was all white.

I know you won't travel.

Not for fun.

A lifetime of hard work has watered countless elites.

Your child is still rolling on the ground.

See the boundless sky at a glance.

I seem to see you waving your whip.

Wear a sheepskin coat

Let the whip tip throw countless circles.

Only the mountain is answering your question.

Only the cry of "baa baa" is repeating your loneliness.

Think back to when you were handsome and free and easy.

Holding a pointer and a three-foot platform.

Slowly pour wisdom back into every student's heart.

How much truth permeates the vivid eyes?

You often put the excellent names of the last session.

Write it on the blackboard at the beginning of freshman year.

They are at a loss, they don't know.

Only you are intoxicated with the proud smile. ...

Walking on the road that is white with cold.

How much I want to see you come.

I wonder if you can recognize me now.

I wandered for a long time.

It's time to follow in your shepherd's footsteps

Or I should wait for you at the fork in the road.

I asked the river flowing around me.

I asked wormwood frosted by the roadside.

They all seem to say, let's change the season.

Then, go home with a heavy burden

Then, tell the story of spring.