Teachers are sacred professions. For our study and growth, you have worked tirelessly to teach and educate us. In this sacred festival, we want to say: Teacher, you have worked hard!
Dear teacher, your earnest teachings are like spring breeze, like Seo Woo, and you will never forget my heart!
Days rise and fall, and students come and go. What remains unchanged is your deep love and bright smile. Bless you, dear teacher!
If we are a rainbow, then you are the sun, giving us colorful light. If we are fish, then you are the air in the water, giving us new breath. If we are grass, then you are the raindrops in spring, giving us the source of life.
Cultivate peaches and plums painstakingly and support the pillars diligently. Dear teacher, happy holidays!
Recalling the past and describing the deep affection between teachers and students, in that young age, it was; The teacher solemnly entrusted us to correct the deviated course. It was the teacher's solid hands that dragged up our brilliant tomorrow.
Let the sunshine send beautiful expectations, let the breeze send our deep blessings, let the white clouds and blue sky adorn your hungry life forever, and may your life be full of happiness!
Blessing is true, there are no thousands of words, no thousands of words, silently singing heart songs, I wish teachers a happy holiday!
Miss you, miss you-teacher! Memories and blessings for you will increase day by day, so that the scene is full of affection and blessings, and good people will be safe all their lives!
Facing the podium and leaning against the blackboard, in the long river of time, the teacher is you, weaving 45 minutes into countless dazzling auras with hard work, sweat and wisdom.
In the future, whether I am a tall and straight tree or a low shrub, teacher, I will pay tribute to you with green life!
I can't express my gratitude to you in thousands of words. My blessing will remain unchanged for thousands of years-I wish you all the best, teacher!
Teaching students in accordance with their aptitude, teaching by example, ten years is like one day. It takes a hundred years to cultivate people, but a good teacher and a good friend in the world work hard. Dai Yue has been unknown and selfless. Mentors and mentors have worked hard, and teachers and mentors tirelessly teach people.
Standing under the bright red flag, we ushered in an unforgettable Teacher's Day. At this happy, warm and exciting moment, on behalf of all the students, I extend our purest, most sincere and warmest hearts and wish all the teachers in No.1 Middle School who care about and cherish our growth a happy holiday. We even hope that our greetings and blessings can smooth the wrinkles on the gardener's face, wipe off the frost on the gardener's temple and make the gardener's wise eyes shine forever!
Being a teacher is hard, but the work of shaping the soul is great; The burning of red candle is short-lived, but it is eternal for her to burn herself and illuminate other people's hearts. You are great not only because (student 5 1.com) taught us scientific and cultural knowledge, but also because you set a good example for us.
Teacher, thank you for making us confident and able to surpass ourselves. You have proved to us with facts that learning is not a burden, but a pleasure and responsibility, and a key to the world we have never known before. You taught us to explore boldly, discover and discover with our own brains and hands, and make life full of surprises!
Thank you-teacher, you are a person we can trust forever, and you will ask for help when you encounter difficulties in life. You let us know that we can tell you everything if we want. You often say that you were once a child, so you can understand the joys and sorrows of children.
Thank you for never laughing at us. When we try, you always pay close attention to it. Even if the result is so insignificant, you always let us know that you have seen our achievements. You let us know that life can be as thin as paper, as deep as the sea and as wide as the sky, and we must make our own choices. Every problem, discovery and experience you led us through fascinated us and showed us the flashing wisdom in the ocean of knowledge.
Suddenly one day we found that you were old, tired and tired. You don't need others' understanding, comfort and support, but you are so silent, quiet, resolute and solemn at this moment.
Dear teachers, your light and heat are limited, but it is your limited light and heat that blend together and ignite the radiant light of the motherland's take-off!
Finally, I wish all teachers a happy holiday again!
Poetry article celebrating Teachers' Day-Thank you for your hard work, teacher.
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!
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
I met her a long time ago, but it has been longer since we broke up.
From the east wind, a hundred flowers blossom.
Silkworms in spring weave until they die,
Every night, the candle will cry dry the wick.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror.
However, she bravely faced the cold moonlight with her evening song.
There are not many roads to Pengshan.
Oh, Bluebird, please go there and look at me.
In autumn and September, teachers are the theme of this season, and the air is filled with gratitude to teachers. Respecting teachers and attaching importance to teaching is an eternal virtue. Past, present and future, all teachers should be respected and blessed.
Autumn in September
Taoli Piaoxiang Ji
The moment when the mind blooms.
Teacher, it's for you.
We squeezed out our thirst.
Unscrew the long-awaited
We have become thousands of trees.
A budding gesture
Teacher, autumn in September is your season.
Teacher, look-
Early morning with flowers everywhere.
Before the export of dreams
It belongs to you, to me and to us.
Late at night, people have fallen asleep.
You write in the dim light.
You are telling in silence.
Every word carries the body temperature of your heart.
Under the scorching of words and lights
The paper was burnt-
Your every word, every word.
Xin Lie, a plowman.
In the morning, you are in our hungry eyes.
Move the mouse and enter the password.
Now we have reason
There are a thousand, ten thousand reasons.
Smile and say hello to the world.
We heard the cuckoo from the window.
We saw the wonders of the world from the window.
Read it carefully.
Hook three strands and four strands
Chun Xue-Elegant Art and Literature
Qin Huang Hanwu
Tang poem Song jambic verse
The river of the years keeps flowing.
Teacher, you light up my little waves.
Under your warm and loving sky
What you blurted out
Like a tireless bird flying in the air.
Teacher, you shouted in a sincere voice.
Let the sleeping soul wake up and sing
Let the gentle steps run faster.
Today we use all our dignity and wisdom.
Weave into a bright rainbow that you look forward to day and night.
The burning passion of your lost years
Floating in my youth garden for a long time.
Teacher, I used to be an unknown grass in the mire.
You transplanted me into a beautiful flower.
Let me absorb the source of knowledge.
Teacher, I used to be a wounded and helpless bird.
It was you who saved me from my painful lost path.
Let me find the hope of life
Dear teacher
You are not an actor.
But it attracted our hungry eyes.
You are not a singer.
But let the fountain of knowledge jingle
Some people say that teachers are like mountains.
Because mountains are lofty, they are revered.
I want to say that teachers are like the sea.
Because the sea is vast and incalculable.
Thank you teacher! Bless you, teacher! I wish you a fragrant peach and plum! I wish you a happy holiday
September, the golden season;
September, a warm season;
September, the season when flowers are in full bloom;
September, the season of innocence.
Facing the breeze in September,
We came to nature,
Pick a bunch of flowers and give them to the teacher.
Send a ray of laughter to the teacher
Today is your festival,
All young pioneers have the same wish.
May you be happy forever.
I can't forget your pleasant demeanor on the podium;
I can't forget your hard figure under the night light;
I can't forget your amiable smile;
I can't forget your serious and responsible spirit.
It is you who led us on the ship of knowledge;
You taught us how to swim in the sea of knowledge.
We made it,
You are our teacher;
We are famous.
You are still our teacher;
No matter how wonderful our performance is,
You will always be our teacher.
Facing the red scarf of our new era.
You can only smile,
Worry and sadness are always reserved for lonely days.
You think we don't know anything
Dear teacher:
You have worked hard!
Your efforts,
Your hard work
We can see it.
Look! The scarlet scarf is as red as fire!
Floating in every corner of the motherland.
On 9.6 million square kilometers of land,
Every red scarf is a beating note,
Let's sing!
Let's jump!
Celebrate the great September 10.
Celebrate the glorious September 10.
Listen! What a wonderful song that is.
That is a song dedicated to teachers all over the world.
Remember it! September 10.
Remember it! In September,
A song for the teacher.
It's too difficult, landlord Thank you for your adoption.