A collection of teachers' day poems

Original publisher: Xinya Chart wholeheartedly provides you with high-quality literature/double-click to delete the poem recitation about Teacher's Day Part I: Reciting "Dedicated to the Teacher" for the teacher's poem (medium speed, slow) (qi) Ordinary people, ordinary hands, build a bridge of knowledge. (1) Walk through the cold in winter, (2) Walk through the heat in summer, (1, 2) Cultivate students. (3) A piece of chalk, pointing out the maze of knowledge kingdom; (4) A blackboard to record the true feelings deeper than the sea; (3, 4) The three-foot pointer swings to the ideal state. (qi) teachers are like gardeners, and peaches and plums are everywhere; Teachers are like red candles, burning themselves to illuminate us; (5) Teachers are like bees, hardworking and brave; (6) Teachers are like mothers, beautiful and kind; We are the stars and you are the moon. Tell us beautiful stories and let us enter a beautiful dream; The sunshine in the morning is your bright smile. Whether we fail or win, whether we retreat or advance, you will encourage us to make persistent efforts with a smile. (7) Teacher, thousands of childlike dreams! (8) Teacher, the motherland has given you a special mission! (7, 8) Let you cultivate a seedling into a pillar of the motherland! I remember your powdered hands, your charitable teachings, and your new silver hair. (Qi) Because of you, students can become talents! Because of you, the world will be so civilized. Teacher, you are a bright light. Find a home for the lost children (1, 2). I want your face never to get old! Teacher, I want your black hair to never turn white! Teacher, I want your bright eyes to never dim! Teacher, I want your tired hands to relax! (Qi) Teacher, I miss song for you and wish you well! Teacher, you are the person I admire most! Second: Teacher's Day Poetry Recitation (new) Teacher's Day Poetry Rector 1: It-an ordinary name "September belongs to the teacher" Author: Singing and dreaming When the chrysanthemum quietly blooms, I want to use it to bless our teacher that chrysanthemum quietly blooms in the depths of folk songs. Our teacher will be the height that people expect this season. It belongs to the teacher's peak in September, and our teacher walks silently in the form of lectures with a pointer. Although it is said that it is only one step away from the podium, it is this step that makes the three-foot podium a road that teachers will never take. Four seasons are changing outside the classroom. The teacher led us to swim in the sea of September knowledge belonging to the teacher. It is September, and our love for teachers is as beautiful as blooming chrysanthemums. The teacher's love for us is like drunken autumn leaves in the mountains ... The teacher's life is destined to be interpreted as noble and sacred by many eager eyes with the black night sky as the background. When the teacher quietly faces the night sky, a string of fairy-tale dreams will flash for us from her fingers. September belongs to teachers. In September, the geese flying high in the south seem to be waiting in line on campus for our teacher's inspection. You are a beacon in my heart, a bridge of friendship between classmates and a stage for young students to display their talents. Dear teacher, you watched us struggle, you watched us grow, and you accompanied us through countless joys and sorrows. On the playground, you see our vigorous posture, and in class, you catch our eyes for knowledge. When you see the slender buds grow into trees and the tender shoulders hold up a blue sky, you smile comfortably, which is so beautiful, kind and kind. In your meticulous care, we feel warmth and strength. You know we can't repay your kindness. I owe Mr. Rushan a debt of gratitude, and I can't forget your persuasive and earnest teaching. I can't forget your patient explanation and careful counseling. I can't forget your painstaking efforts and hardships under the lamp, and your voice, face, joys and sorrows in front of the three-foot platform. You use your hard work to light the lamp in our hearts, you use your true feelings to arouse our potential wisdom, you are the beacon of our ship, you are the engineer of human soul, and you use your life to interpret the great connotation of life. I sincerely thank you, my alma mater and teachers. In fact, all we need is a drop of water, but you have given us the whole ocean. In fact, we only wanted a beam of sunshine, but you gave us a round of sun. You are spring, quietly urging the ideal bud, you are summer, deeply melting the friendship between teachers and students, you are autumn, Yingying brings rich fruits, and you are winter, silently purifying our hearts. Roots firmly rooted in the school, fragrant, but always in our hearts. I want to give you the most beautiful flowers, I want to sing the most beautiful songs, and I want to give you the purest heart. You are the sun in my heart, you are the spring in my heart, and you are the eternal spray in the long river of my feelings. My dear teacher-I wish you a happy holiday and send you a bunch of flowers to show our respect for you; Send you a touching song, bring you a little sweetness. Teacher-you have worked hard, you have brought us through the difficulties, you have nourished us with knowledge, but you never ask for anything in return. You told us not to give up easily when we encounter difficulties. Since then, our life has been full of joy at any time. There is a lot less trouble. It adds a kind of fortitude. It's another harvest autumn, and you still hold the colored brush in your hand. It depicts a beautiful blueprint and nourishes the peaches and plums of the motherland. In the middle of the night, you are still preparing lessons carefully, and in your sleep, you are still recalling the joy of our success. We are flowers in full bloom in spring, and you have played a wonderful melody for us. You are a diligent gardener, and we will remember your earnest teachings. Have a good life. Teacher, who worked hard to lead the ignorant into the spacious classroom and teach us rich knowledge? It is you! Teacher! With your hard sweat, you have nurtured the tender seedlings that have just broken ground in spring. Who-who educated naughty us into understanding and helpful people? It is you! Teacher! Your care is like a warm spring breeze, which warms 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! -You have worked hard, teacher! 7. Leave your mother's arms and come to the teacher. We grow faster, and the wings of knowledge are fuller every day. Leaving a small family, coming to a beautiful campus and growing up in a group, teachers know how to be warm and cold better than their mothers. Spring went to Qiu Lai, and year after year, the teacher watered our youthful childhood with painstaking efforts. Sunrise and sunset, flying clouds, the teacher injected hope into our hard faith. We love you, dear teacher, and express our feelings with blooming flowers; We praise you, hardworking gardener, and express our feelings with loud songs. How many times have you recited Teacher's Day: The first paragraph: Addition, subtraction, multiplication and division is not enough for you to contribute! Poetry and songs can't stop praising you! You water our ideal flowers with the nectar of knowledge; You moistened the beautiful fruit of our feelings with clear springs. In this unusual festival, offer our deep blessing! ? Send you your first spring and New Year card every year. My dear teacher, may spring be with you forever! ? The second paragraph: gardener is the noblest title for you. Look at the flowers blooming on that branch, watered by your hard sweat. Bless you with peaches and plums all over the world, and spring will burst forth! ? The sun shines and the gardener's heart is warm; Rain and dew moisten, peaches and plums are tender and red. 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 heart flower and express my heartfelt wishes to you. ? The third paragraph: We grow from seedlings to trees, but we will always be your students! I am not your best student, but you are my most respected teacher! Dear teacher, your earnest teachings are like spring breeze, like Seo Woo, and you will never forget my heart. The last paragraph: Happy Teacher's Day to my dear teacher! Very well written!