A collection of poems praising the teacher
September, a colorful season;
In September, there are glorious festivals;
In September, I will sing the loudest hymn for you;
September, bearing our most sincere wishes!
Happy holidays, teacher!
Teachers-engineers of the human soul.
It's the teacher
She used a golden key,
Opened the door to the treasure house of knowledge for us;
It's the teacher
She taught us to love our motherland since childhood.
Love the people!
Chapter II "Selected Poems of Praising Teachers"
Dear teacher:
Your selfless love has sown new hope,
Your blood has ignited the fire of wisdom,
Your selfless dedication enriched my soul.
Your profound knowledge has increased my wisdom.
Teacher, you are a ladder,
Unknown,
With a strong body,
Hold our delicate feet,
Climb higher step by step;
Teacher, you are a candle,
Burning bright life,
Illuminate the way forward for us with immortal faith,
As we continue to explore.
Dear teacher:
You are like a silkworm, and you have devoted your life to loyalty.
You are like the fragrant winter plum in early spring.
Today is also a festival.
Send me a sincere blessing,
I wish you health, happiness and happiness forever!
The third chapter "Selected Poems of Praising Teachers"
I want to harvest the breeze,
You gave me the whole spring.
I want to hold a spray,
You gave me the whole ocean.
I want to pick a green leaf,
You gave me the whole forest.
I want to kiss a snowflake,
You gave me the whole silver world.
You bloom beautiful flowers at eight o'clock,
I also gave all the most beautiful moments to my students.
A loss makes you eternal, because that unforgettable beauty.
That gorgeous and boundless morning and the fading back,
It has been fixed in my heart forever as an old photo!
The fourth chapter "Selected Poems of Praising Teachers"
Several degrees of spring and autumn,
A few degrees of wind and rain,
Through the heat and summer chaos,
Get back the memories of the past,
For love and respect for the record,
Quietly, here she comes!
Like long-lost dew,
Sow in our hearts.
Like a drifting ship,
Find a port where you can dock,
How many times,
Walking through the temple of knowledge,
Smile in the light,
Looking back suddenly,
Your kindness, your affection!
Flying in the white sky,
The sacred moment has finally arrived,
I stand on the edge of the years,
Shout loudly:
Teacher, you have worked hard!
The fifth chapter "Selected Poems of Praising Teachers"
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,
Helped 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.
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Facing the morning sun,
You sow hope in the morning light;
By moonlight,
You work silently in the dark.
Day or night,
Whether it's cold or hot.
You race against time,
You struggle with knowledge.
In the journey of life,
You always believe-
The sky is high, birds are flying,
Love to fight will win.
Teacher! Teacher,
It's you:
Lead us into the temple of knowledge,
Send us to the other side of success.
Chapter VII Poetry Selection of Praising Teachers
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!
Chapter VIII Selected Poems of Teachers' Odes
You don't have a strong body,
But it holds up a rainless sky for us.
You don't have an architect's hand,
It laid the most solid foundation for us.
You don't have an artist's eye,
But they built magnificent buildings for us.
Your profound knowledge,
Let us feel civilization and hope,
Your lofty thoughts,
Let us know tolerance and forbearance.
Your noble personality,
Deeply affects our hearts.
Thank you teacher!
We sincerely thank you!
You are like the silent candle,
Burning yourself but illuminating others!
Under your wise guidance,
We won't get lost in the dark!
Praise the teacher's poems.
In September,
Golden September,
Sunny September,
In this poetic season,
Ushered in a sacred day,
September 10 teacher's day.
In this beautiful festival,
I have beautiful flowers in my hand,
Dedicated to you.
Dear teacher:
How many sleepless nights,
How many times has the light been turned on,
How many cycles does the sun and the moon have?
How many spring, summer, autumn and winter,
A few strands of white hair,
It is the frost of the years you have passed;
Wrinkles,
It is an immortal chapter in your spectrum;
Strive to cultivate talents,
It is your selfless dedication;
The world is full of peaches and plums,
Is your persistent ideal.
Praise the teacher's poems.
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!