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, 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!
Poems to celebrate Teachers' Day-[[Thank you, teacher]]
Who is it-
Leading the ignorant 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-
Put 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-
Put 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!
2. Red Candle Praise
You inspired my gentle heart.
You filled my blank brain.
You wove my sweet dream.
You gave me the key to the future.
-My dear teacher
colourful life
Full of your nutrition
A prosperous world
Rely on your background
My high sail
You made a mast.
My burning blood
You're willing to pay.
-My dear teacher
Your life.
Always stand on the three-foot platform
Your seedlings
Toughness grows in every corner of this country.
In your deep wrinkles
Cultivate exuberant spirit.
In your white temple
Inscribe a yearning heart.
-My dear teacher
I remember your sincere teaching.
Red candle praise
spring
Sowing season.
Hard-working gardeners sow seeds,
In this season of revival, farming has begun again.
Flowers,
A busy place.
Hard-working bees with small lead pipes,
Picking flowers and making honey on this warm and fulfilling day.
Mulberry leaves,
A small stage.
White silkworm finishing silk thread,
Quietly sew a cotton-padded jacket in this humble place.
All this, all this, is you, the great teacher. You are a red candle, illuminating me and guiding me in the dark. The candle oil dripping from the candle body is your tears of excitement and joy. It's Teacher's Day again. Teacher, have a rest. In this short day, temporarily put out the warm flame on your head.
I want to tell you that you have worked hard!
Red candle praise
Three-foot platform,
Is the world where you display your talents;
New teaching methods,
Use the magic of turning stone into gold.
Sweating, working hard,
For the early maturity of today's seedlings;
Pour your heart into the water,
Let the flowers of the motherland be more beautiful.
Late at night, you correct your homework,
Accompanied by your lover's snoring;
Dawn, you write a lesson plan,
What soothes you is the child's dream.
You are the sunrise reflecting the red east.
Hold up hope and the rising sun at first;
You are a shining red candle,
Illuminate others and burn yourself.
Teacher, you stand, we sit, teacher, you stand, we sit, you stand as steady as Mount Tai, we sit in high spirits, teacher, you stand, we sit, you stand for a long time, your black hair turns silver, we sit for a long time, from ignorance to knowledge, you stand, we always wonder where your position is. Oh, I see, you stand in our hearts, teacher. Maybe one day when you have to sit instead of standing, I believe that we have stood up. Teacher, you stand and we sit.