Teacher,
How many years of seasonal cycle, how many spring, summer, autumn and winter;
You took the trouble to give yourself to us.
But I don't want to go down in history.
Teacher,
How many sleepless nights, how many lights are always on;
You shortened the distance between heart and heart with teacher's love,
There is your tired figure in the long night.
In our hearts,
There are thousands of words to thank you.
You are sunshine, you are rain and dew,
You are a red candle, and you are a silkworm.
Glorious teachers and hardworking gardeners.
The fragrance of peaches and plums is your happiness,
You spread the spark of wisdom with your heart.
You are like a bright flash, always shining in my heart.
You are like a kind father who planted beautiful flowers in my childhood.
You are like a beautiful rainbow, adding bright colors to us.
Ah! Teacher,
Your familiar voice,
Your strict teaching,
I will always remember!
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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.
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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!
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-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.
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-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!
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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.
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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's poem 6: ★★★
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.
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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.
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Ode to teachers
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
Teacher's day greetings
Teacher, everyone says that you are cultivating the pillars of the motherland;
I want to say that you are the pillars of the motherland.
You have propped up the backbone of our generation!
You are like a red candle, giving all the heat and light to the younger generation!
Your character and spirit can be summed up in two words.
Burning! Keep burning!
Your lectures are colorful,
Every chapter seems to open a window in front of me.
Let me see a beautiful new world. ...
Ah, with you, the garden is so gorgeous and the earth is full of spring!
Teacher, please open the window and have a look. All this love and this garden full of peaches and plums are paying tribute to you!
Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how can so many beautiful flowers of the soul bloom?
Teacher, the engineer of human soul, who is not praising you!
Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and happiness.
Teacher, you are the sower of this hope and happiness!
Teacher, you are a cultivator and a sower of beauty.
It's you, shining with beautiful sunshine and nourishing beautiful rain and dew.
Our hearts are full of green grass and flowers!
You are busy with the blooming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, silently hanging the shade of leaves!
Ah, teacher, your spirit, always remember my heart!
You are more like a nameless root, making small trees thrive.
And fill the branches with rich fruits, but ask for no reward.
You gave us a ruler of life, let us measure it every day;
You gave us a mirror of exemplary behavior, and let us learn everywhere.
You are a bridge, connecting the cut mountains for us and leading us to the peak of harvest;
You are a green vine, tough and slender, which guides us to collect Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng at the top of the cliff.
When Miao Er needs a glass of water, never send a bucket of water.
And when you need a bucket of water, never give a glass of water.
Giving in due time is a skill of a good gardener.
My teacher, this is your art of education.
Regardless of the cold inkstone in Qin Xin, peaches are ripe and dripping, but plums are ripe and incompetent. It is easy to grow flowers, but difficult to educate people.
The valley is very fragrant, poems are full of people, paintings are full of people, and talented people smile.
Teacher, you sow spring, ideals and strength with the noblest feelings of human beings. ...
Sowing with language, cultivating with colored pens, watering with sweat, nourishing with painstaking efforts,
This is the noble work of our beloved teacher.
You work in the present, but you are building the future of the motherland;
You teach in class, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland.
Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then students are the sand in the clam;
You lick it, grind it, soak it, and wash it with love. ...
Over the years, grains of sand have become pearls and glistened.
There are countless proud and happy memories of your teaching career.
But you keep them in your heart and stare at a garden to be explored.
If I were a poet, I would write poems with enthusiasm and praise the vastness and profundity of the sea.
And dedicated to you-my broad-minded and knowledgeable teacher.
Teachers are kindling, igniting the fire in students' hearts;
Teachers are stone steps, carrying students to climb steadily step by step.
You are like a candle, thin as it is, but with a little heat and light, it illuminates others and exhausts yourself.
This selfless dedication is unforgettable.
The language of your lectures is as sweet as a tinkling mountain spring, as cordial as a gurgling stream, and as exciting as a rushing river. ...
Spring silkworm has never said anything to brag about in her life, and the silver silk spit out is a ruler to measure the value of life.
Dear teacher, you have never shown off in front of others, but the blooming peaches and plums are the highest evaluation for you.
Your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze and as sweet as a clear spring.
Your love is more severe than father's love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than friendship.
Your teacher's love is the greatest and cleanest in the world.
The value of fireflies is to shine on others with lights hanging from the back end;
Your respect lies in always providing convenience for others.
Who scattered the rain and dew all over the earth? Who feeds the seedlings hard?
It's you, teacher, you are a great gardener!
Look at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one is not as hard as you, and which one is not as smiling as you!
Your lecture is so colorful that every chapter seems to open a window in front of me.
Let me see a beautiful new world. ...
Ah, with you, the garden is so gorgeous and the earth is full of spring!
Teacher, please open the window and have a look. All this love and this garden full of peaches and plums are paying tribute to you!
Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how can so many beautiful flowers of the soul bloom?
Teacher, the engineer of human soul, who is not praising you!
Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and happiness.
Teacher, you are the sower of this hope and happiness!
Teacher, you are a cultivator and a sower of beauty.
It is you, shining with beautiful sunshine, nourishing beautiful rain and dew, making our hearts green and full of flowers!
You are busy with the blooming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, silently hanging the shade of leaves!
Ah, teacher, your spirit, always remember my heart!
You are more like a nameless root, making small trees thrive.
And fill the branches with rich fruits, but ask for no reward.
You gave us a ruler of life, let us measure it every day;
You gave us a mirror of exemplary behavior, and let us learn everywhere.
You are a bridge, connecting the cut mountains for us and leading us to the peak of harvest;
You are a green vine, tough and slender, which guides us to collect Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng at the top of the cliff.
When Miao Er needs a glass of water, never send a bucket of water.
And when you need a bucket of water, never give a glass of water.
Giving in due time is a skill of a good gardener. My teacher, this is your art of education.
Regardless of the cold inkstone in Qin Xin, peaches are ripe and dripping, but plums are ripe and incompetent. It is easy to grow flowers, but difficult to educate people.
The valley is very fragrant, poems are full of people, paintings are full of people, and talented people smile.
Teacher, you sow spring, ideals and strength with the noblest feelings of human beings. ...
Sowing with language, cultivating with colored pens, watering with sweat, nourishing with painstaking efforts,
This is the noble work of our beloved teacher.
You work in the present, but you are building the future of the motherland;
You teach in class, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland.
Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then students are the sand in the clam;
You lick it, grind it, soak it, and wash it with love ... Over the years, the sand turns into pearls and shines.
There are countless proud and happy memories of your teaching career.
But you keep them in your heart and stare at a garden to be explored.
If I were a poet, I would write poems with enthusiasm and praise the vastness and profundity of the sea.
And dedicated to you-my broad-minded and knowledgeable teacher.
Teachers are kindling, igniting the fire in students' hearts;
Teachers are stone steps, carrying students to climb steadily step by step.
You are like a candle, thin as it is, but with a little heat and light, it illuminates others and exhausts yourself. This selfless dedication is unforgettable.
The language of your lectures is as sweet as a tinkling mountain spring, as cordial as a gurgling stream, and as exciting as a rushing river. ...
Spring silkworm has never said anything to brag about in her life, and the silver silk spit out is a ruler to measure the value of life.
Dear teacher, you have never shown off in front of others, but the blooming peaches and plums are the highest evaluation for you.
Your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze and as sweet as a clear spring.
Your love is more severe than father's love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than friendship.
Your teacher's love is the greatest and cleanest in the world.
The value of fireflies is to shine on others with lights hanging from the back end;
Your respect lies in always providing convenience for others.
Who scattered the rain and dew all over the earth? Who feeds the seedlings hard?
It's you, teacher, you are a great gardener!
Look at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one is not as hard as you, and which one is not as smiling as you!
I'm too religious to look for words,
Because the word "teacher" itself is the highest respect in the world.
I am a green tree, bathed in the sunshine of wisdom,
Thrive in the soil of your knowledge.
The deep feelings of the sky and the earth are engraved in my heart and will never be forgotten.
Teacher, do you remember me? That naughty and ignorant child.
When you receive this card, you will think that I have come to your side again.
Your teaching is the brilliant sunshine shining in my heart, which makes my youth bloom.
Teacher, you inspired me and made me really understand the elegance of nature.
From then on, I understood every green leaf, every colorful cloud and every spray.
Dear teacher, snow is your symbol;
I wish you a happy new year and good luck every year!
Teaching is like a spring breeze, and teachers are as deep as the sea.
We like you, young teacher;
You are as handsome as spruce and as deep as blue sky;
You are very knowledgeable and have a tolerant heart.
Never tire of learning, never tire of teaching, peaches and plums are fragrant and enjoyable.
Bless you and have a happy holiday!
After parting, your voice will always echo in my ears for a long time;
Your figure often appears in my mind; Your teachings, in my heart forever ...
I wish you peace and success on this day that belongs to you!
I am not your best student, but you are my most respected teacher.
In your festival, your students wish you eternal youth!
The teacher scooped up the water from Tianchi Lake and sprinkled it on the ground to cultivate new seedlings.
Dear teacher, your teachings are like spring breeze, like Seo Woo, and you will never forget my heart.
Sincerely bless you: Ankang, Ruyi!
You gave me the real meaning of life as bright as gold. After years of polishing and washing, it has become clearer and clearer!
The name engraved on the board may not be immortal, and the name engraved on the stone may not be immortal;
Your name will be engraved in our hearts forever!
Everything in the past will become a kind memory, and everything that has passed away will know its value-I miss the few minutes you took us through.
Today, in a distant place, your students folded the yesterday you gave them into a boat of memory and let it float in the lake of missing. ...
Your inculcation is a clear spring of love, which will flow in the riverbed of my heart forever. ...
The sun shines, and the gardener is full of spring;
Rain moistens, peaches and plums are tender and red.
Wish you a happy holiday!
In the near future, whether I become a tall poplar or a low grass,
Teacher, I will pay tribute to you with the green of life!
May cheerful songs haunt you all the time;
May happy years be with you forever. Wish you a happy holiday!
Teacher, we sincerely wish,
Like the green on the old tree, it is thick and dense, and it increases with the years!
All thoughts are mixed with endless gratitude and admiration.
May your festival be full of light and peace!
When we picked the harvest fruit, you left yourself with white hair dyed with chalk dust.
Salute to you, dear teacher!
I want to look into your eyes again, listen to your lecture again, and shake your hand.
Thank you sincerely, sincerely.
Sincere blessing represents a grateful heart.
When you open this little card, may your happiness and wishes be satisfied at the same time!
May my blessing, like a small flower, bloom in this warm harvest season forever and adorn your joy all the time.