A poem looking for a new image of a teacher (for kindergarten teachers)

You are a hard gardener.

Make dew with knowledge

Cultivate the flowers of the motherland

You are a selfless candle

devote oneself to

Burn yourself and light others.

you said

There are students everywhere; There are students all over the country [the world].

This is your lifelong wish.

On a three-foot platform

Smart and brave.

Is your eternal attachment

Fly on the blackboard

This is your sweat

Tip flow

This is your expectation.

You use your motherly hands

Soothe thousands of hearts

Hold up Qian Qian's dream.

Realize all hopes

Teacher, teacher

You use love and persistence

Adhere to the glorious cause of people's teachers

You use a high degree of professional ethics and integrity

Fulfill the sacred duty of people's teachers

You use profound knowledge.

Cultivate the pillars from generation to generation

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.

Hello, teacher.

You are a hard gardener.

Make dew with knowledge

Cultivate the flowers of the motherland

You are a selfless candle

devote oneself to

Burn yourself and light others.

you said

There are students everywhere; There are students all over the country [the world].

This is your lifelong wish.

On a three-foot platform

Smart and brave.

Is your eternal attachment

Fly on the blackboard

This is your sweat

Tip flow

This is your expectation.

You use your motherly hands

Soothe thousands of hearts

Hold up Qian Qian's dream.

Realize all hopes

Teacher, teacher

You use love and persistence

Adhere to the glorious cause of people's teachers

You use a high degree of professional ethics and integrity

Fulfill the sacred duty of people's teachers

You use profound knowledge.

Cultivate the pillars from generation to generation

In this mature September

I am full of gratitude.

Welcome your festival.

Please let me say sincerely:

Hello, teacher.

Teacher, you have worked hard.

Wish you a happy holiday!

Second, the poem dedicated to the teacher

Send you a bunch of flowers.

Express our respect for you;

Send you a touching song,

Bring you a little sweetness.

Teacher-you have worked hard,

You took us through the storm,

It was you who fed us with the nutrition of knowledge.

But never ask for anything in return.

It was you who answered all the difficult questions for us.

You told us:

When encountering difficulties,

Don't give up easily.

Since then, in our lives,

Always full of joy.

A lot less trouble,

Added a fortitude.

Another harvest autumn,

You still have a marker in your hand.

Painted a beautiful blueprint,

Peaches and plums that nourish the motherland.

It's midnight, and you're still preparing your lessons carefully.

You are still recalling our success in your sleep.

We are flowers in full bloom in spring,

It was you who played a wonderful melody for us.