1. Teacher's mother
Teacher, I want to say to you,
You are the blue sky,
I am a bird,
Fly high in your wide arms!
Teacher, I want to say to you,
You are a diligent gardener,
I am a flower in bud,
Bloom quietly under your careful care!
Teacher, I want to say to you,
You are a towering tree,
I'm just a little leaf on a branch,
Rejuvenate under the nourishment of your maternal love!
Teacher, I want to say to you,
You are a sea of Wang Yang,
I am a white wave,
Jump happily in your broad mind!
Teacher, I want to say to you,
You are a bright moon,
I am a star beside you,
Shine your colorful aura!
Teacher, I want to say to you,
You are a vast grassland,
I am a galloping horse,
Run freely in your vast world!
Teacher, you are great,
How kind and gentle,
You spent your whole life,
How many national pillars have been cultivated!
2. Goodbye, teacher
Finally, I have to say goodbye in this boundless summer.
The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the fragrance of gardenia is floating in the wind.
The last time we walked together on the dusk path,
I heard someone singing the song we once sang in the sunset.
We smiled at each other.
This kind of singing reminds us of the past that we can never come back.
Thinking of the old days,
I've seen countless separations.
We used to sing in separate places,
But today is our turn.
Let's shake hands and say goodbye in the summer wind.
For this farewell, we used the whole youth as a foreshadowing.
We have prepared everything,
There will never be such a grand farewell in my life.
But tears still gush from our hearts,
Just like those lost youth that never come back.
You told me not to cry,
We will never forget the past, and we believe that there will be eternity in this world.
But why? When I looked up, I saw tears in your eyes.
Then let's have a good cry.
Holding your hand in this summer wind,
Reminds us of the days we spent together,
Think of those dreams that are gone forever,
Let everything go through in my heart again.
This may be the last year of our youth,
It is also the gentlest summer.
After this summer, we will face many seasons.
Many farewells.
But there can be no such summer, and there will be no such goodbye.
We will think about this summer again and again,
Think of all the laughter and tears, think of all the sobriety and intoxication,
I also think of all the friendship and love.
In a few years, we will be on a similar summer night.
Open the yellowed yearbook.
All the handwriting will be blurred,
Only the gardenias we put in the book,
Still retains the last fragrance of this summer.
3. Hard-working gardener
What is a teacher like?
Teachers are like red candles,
Illuminate the path of knowledge.
What is a teacher like?
Teachers are like spring rain,
Sprinkle bits and pieces of knowledge in our hearts.
What is a teacher like?
Teachers are like gardeners,
Cultivate our young family into a large number of knowledgeable people.
What is a teacher like?
A teacher is like a golden key.
Lead the ignorant into the treasure house of knowledge.
What is a teacher like?
Teachers are like our mothers,
Stay with us every day,
Tell us some colorful knowledge.
It is the teacher who has given us so much knowledge.
Here, I wish all teachers always young and beautiful.
4. Life should be associated with dedication.
Wandering in the autumn wind
Walking in the rain at night
Red candle, I think of you.
Think of your passion for illuminating others.
Think of you burning your beauty.
In the Tang Dynasty poetry circle
I read it.
The desolation in your heart
In the western red candle market
I realized that
Life should be associated with dedication.
5. The teacher's eyes
In the teacher's eyes
Show the light of love
He walked among the teachers.
Like some beautiful angels.
Flying in the hearts of classmates, gratitude in my heart seems to be like
Some languages that cannot be spoken have penetrated into all languages.
Let all the melting power hold the teacher's hand.
Let's be together forever for ten thousand years.
Let the feelings in our hearts reveal 100 million years.
The teacher taught us to be more moral.
Yin De is like some invisible wings, which can fly in everyone's sky.
Turned into a loving bird, sailing on the back of time and space.
6. Teacher's love
Teacher's love
Is the warmest love.
Teacher's love
Is the most selfless love
Teacher's love
It is the torch of inheriting civilization.
Teacher's love
Like the sunshine of wisdom
Open a bright future
Teacher's love
Like the fertile soil of life
Cultivate the loveliness of flowers, red leaves and green leaves
Teacher's love
Like extremely oxygen-enriched air.
Let our blood be full of vitality.
We are beautiful in the teacher's love.
A song full of good hopes
We imagine beautiful fairy tales.
Grow into a sunny sunflower
Because of us, the sun is new every day.
Happiness fills our fragrant life.
We are the flowers of the motherland
Growing up in today's nursery
The motherland will be the pillar of tomorrow.
Teacher's love
This is the sky where eagles spread their wings and soar.
Teacher's love
It sails in the sea.
Teacher's love
There is more before us.
The ideal of letting the motherland take off
7. Ode to the teacher
Others get gold from life.
You can only get flowers.
Your gold is the morning sun.
Your silver is the moon of the fifteenth.
But you still whistle happily.
Your pride is the fragrance of peaches and plums
8. Praise the teacher
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 will be so civilized
Teacher, you are a bright light.
Find a home for the lost children
Teacher, you are an angel.
9. Praise the teacher
September, 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.
10. I will be you when I grow up.
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.
Engineers of the human soul!
1 1. Praise the teacher
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.
12. Praise the teacher
The golden wind sends laughter, and the sweet-scented osmanthus floats.
Today's teacher's holiday is coming again.
Teachers have worked hard for our growth.
We will never forget the teacher's love for us.
Hello, teacher!
People compare teachers to red candles, which illuminate others and burn themselves.
People compare teachers to gardeners and cultivate peaches and plums 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 bloom like flowers, we will never forget the kindness of green leaves.
Teachers are like trees, with blue sky overhead and feet on the earth, silently benefiting the society.
Teachers are big trees, bringing spring scenery to the world.
The teacher sowed the seeds of hope and cultivated us into a forest.
Young trees grow into pillars, never forgetting the gardener's cultivation.
Yes, teachers' enthusiasm is like the sun, and teachers' teaching is like spring rain.
Teachers' style is like green leaves, teachers' occupation is like a tree, and our teachers are good.
13. Teacher, you have worked hard.
Who-led the 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.
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-young us?
Cultivate a mature and sensible teenager?
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!
That's all I can do, teacher.
Teacher-you are like a drizzle in spring,
Moisten flowers, irrigate the earth,
We are sucking the drizzle and growing.
Teacher-you are like the autumn breeze,
Blow the yellow land, call gold to rice,
We had a bumper harvest.
Teacher-in my dark life, you lit the brightest lamp for me;
Teacher-you are the guide on my misty life;
Teacher-you pointed out the direction for me in my rough life;
Teacher-you gave me a pair of powerful wings, let me travel in the world of knowledge!
14. Poems dedicated to Teachers' Day
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
There is such a thing as making love, simplicity, dedication or.
You can also call it another compliment because she is so beautiful.
Yes, some people wrote a great poem by themselves.
Just like the silent ear of wheat grows and gives birth to hope after harvesting.
15. I love my teacher.
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!
16. Praise the teacher
Four degrees of spring breeze,
Several autumn rains washed away the gap.
Black hair and frost weave the sun and the moon,
Chalk has no words to write spring and autumn.
Spring blossoms,
Candle tears turn to ashes, and autumn is stronger.
Spring sowing peaches and plums in 3,000 gardens,
Qiu Lai, China is rich in fruits.
17. Poems for teachers
Teachers are like gardeners, caring for budding flowers.
Teachers are like candles, lighting themselves and illuminating students.
Whenever I see my classmates' homework written neatly,
Her face is full of smiles.
Day after day, year after year,
The footprints of the old days have been printed on the corners of her eyes.
Every day the teacher goes to bed at the latest and gets up at the earliest!
If there were no teachers to feed us hard,
Where did you get generations of talents? ……
Ah, teacher, you are so great!
Whenever I make a mistake,
What I see is really your tolerant eyes!
Teacher, you have worked hard!