Teacher's Day Poetry 1 Teacher's Day
Teachers are like burning candles.
The light he turned on made ignorance and darkness recede.
But I also saw the disappearing flames and spring.
I want to praise and sing the burning candle.
This is the power and inspiration of this world.
Those silent eyes were illuminated by it.
Those uncultivated wasteland were moved by it.
Candles burn to warm the inside.
Bloom into petals of spring. I know
It is white and red like its body.
Its core is to believe in its existence.
Today, we recall many candle-like teachers in our alma mater.
Let's miss them. The burning lit us up.
Teachers burn like candles all their lives.
Although ordinary, it has a very sacred light.
Let's learn to love candles with flickering flames.
This is a kind of green scenery in spring.
Teacher's Day Poetry 2 "Teacher's Day"
Some people compare teachers to red candles.
Illuminate others and burn yourself;
Some people compare teachers to engineers of the soul.
Create a beautiful soul;
Some people compare a teacher to a clear spring.
Always reflect truth, goodness, beauty and falsehood, evil and ugliness;
Our teacher said,
-We are people's ladders,
With our tenacity
Let students step on our shoulders and rush to a new future.
-We're gardeners.
With our diligence
Let the garden of science be colorful forever.
-We are spring silkworms.
Give play to our talents.
Let the satin of knowledge spread from us.
Teacher's Day Poetry 3 "Teacher's Day"
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.
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, you are an angel.
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.
Teacher's Day poem 4 "Hug"
Leave my mother's arms and come to the teacher.
We grow faster, and the wings of knowledge are fuller every day.
Leave a small family and come to a beautiful campus.
Growing up in a group, teachers know how to be warm and cold better than their mothers.
Go to Qiu Lai every spring,
The teacher watered our youthful childhood with painstaking efforts.
Sunrise and sunset, clouds flying,
The teacher injected hope into the faith we are striving for.
We love you, dear teacher,
Express our feelings with blooming flowers;
We praise you, hardworking gardener,
Express our feelings with loud songs.
How many hot and cold times,
How many sleepless nights,
How many times have you suffered,
Dear teacher:
You made the "stupid head" smart,
Make naughty boy gentle.
During the holiday, you took us out of the campus.
Collect colorful sunshine in nature;
In class, you taught us to learn knowledge and be a man.
Mining the ideal mineral deposits in your mind.
You light up the title page of our lives.
You have built a rainbow-like bridge on our way forward.
Teacher's Day poem 5 "Shadow"
Your flower-like youth withers here
Your passionate figure collapses here.
Your dry eyes are confused here
Your heavy footsteps sigh here.
Sometimes, you are the sad tears of your parents.
Sometimes, you are a sad topic for friends and relatives.
Sometimes, you are a difficult choice for your daughter.
Sometimes, you are the aftertaste of soul nothingness.
I never thought that your free and easy talent would be trampled on in the world of mortals.
I never thought that your profound thoughts would be shot in the world of mortals.
I never thought that your rough life would be bullied at will in the world of mortals.
I never thought that your cry of blood and tears was coldly faced in the world of mortals.
On Teacher's Day, you are just my flickering red candle.
Teacher's Day, you are just my ethereal sigh.
Teacher's Day poem 6 "Lights"
Hello, teacher!
Teacher, you are like a boat;
Take us out of the ocean of trouble;
You are like a lamp, showing us the way to grow;
Like a key, you opened the door of our knowledge one by one.
Whenever I get sick,
You kill "pests" like a bird;
You are like sunshine and rain,
Shines on us every day and nourishes us;
Teacher, you have taught us a wealth of knowledge;
I sincerely thank you.
On the occasion of Teachers' Day,
I give you a present,
That is-gratitude.
Teacher's Day poem 7 "Memories"
When you try to grow a new leaf
You can't wait to call me.
look at me
Chew your dedication.
When you carry another red arrow for me.
Call me happily.
Look, I-
The sound of greedy chewing
How many days and nights
You have nurtured my clear body.
Grow old by yourself
Never complained a word.
And you don't expect
It is eternal in my memory.
I didn't say a word when I was ignorant.
Games for young people.
I don't feel old forever.
Also retreated to the distant horizon.
I know how to cry for you until today.
today
I just found out
I will always be your silkworm
Can't live without your sweet shoulders.
Hide under your soft and strong armpit
Enjoy the broken sun shadow under your huge canopy.
Warm my every ignorant dream.
Ah, until today
today
I only know how to cry for you.
I just found out
I will always be your silkworm
I held my shiny little head high.
But I still can't say any language of love.
Teacher's Day poem 8 "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.
Teacher's Day Poetry 9 "Teacher's Day"
Legend has it that angels sing beautiful songs when they are in the underworld.
I happened to pass that fork in the road.
The branches are cold and lonely.
The fragrance of sycamore flowers
A clean ray of light.
You broke a paper crane in your hand.
Long laugh
Oh, how quiet and noisy.
Lively loneliness staring at the distance.
I can't treat you like a sculpture or anything.
It's like thousands of walks
The trajectory is tortuous and must have its own direction.
Often ask, what is worthy of praise?
Unknown or earth-shattering
Well, I can hardly describe it with my mind.
Suddenly, you turn around.
A smile floats by the window.
It's just a metaphor
Just imagine.
The most touching hope turned out to be a casual look.
Passion precipitated and returned to my heart.
Teacher's Day Poetry 10 "Teacher"
Thank you, teacher. You are the morning star at night.
You are the clear sky during the day.
You are a breeze under the scorching sun.
You are the eaves in the rain.
You are the sea; You are mountains and rivers.
You have shaped my soul.
You are a rocket carrying a satellite.
You are a compass at sea.
You, it is input, you, it is pay.
You are our most beloved teacher.
You taught us that "learning without thinking is useless, thinking without learning is dangerous".
You taught us that "mins are eager to learn and are not ashamed to ask questions."
You taught us "don't do small good, don't do small evil".
You taught us "Don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you".
You teach us knowledge and learn to be a man. Teacher, it is you who hold up our tomorrow with your arms.
I want to say "thank you!" We want to say, "Thank you, teacher! " "
Teachers' praise: you are a ray of sunshine, burning the flame of love all the time, and the sweet spring of love flows everywhere. In the face of childish and lovely faces, naturally, with a bright smile and an innocent heart, I sincerely give sunshine-like warmth. You sow the seeds of love and cultivate the heart of love with a normal heart.
You are a pot of old wine, sweet and fragrant, with a little spicy and a little strong left. Experienced the baptism of wind, rain and snow, experienced the ups and downs of the world, tasted the joys and sorrows of the world, and showed calmness; In the face of naughty smiling face and thirsty heart, you have severe criticism, more patient persuasion, sincere care and truly spread warm feelings.
You are a cup of green tea, with a faint fragrance, leaving you bitter and calm all your life. There is no elegance, just ordinary people, who always pursue perfection and high positioning in ordinary and austere life.
You are like this. You have been through many storms, spring and autumn, wind, frost, rain and snow, and you will not change when you are poor.
Parting hard all the way, spreading the sound of reading, shouldering the hope of the world and writing a wonderful and unshakable educational life.
Teachers' Day Poetry 1 1 Teachers' Day
September, dedicated to the teacher.
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.
Teacher's Day Poetry 12 "September"
When chrysanthemums bloom quietly
I just remembered.
We should use it to bless our teachers.
Chrysanthemum is quiet
Bloom in the depths of folk songs
Our teacher, in this season.
Will become the height that people look up to
September belongs to teachers.
At the peak of September
Our teacher is holding a pointer.
Walk silently in the form of lectures
Although it is said that getting on the podium
Only one step away.
But this is the step.
Make a three-foot platform
Since then, it has become an endless road for teachers.
Four seasons are outside the classroom.
Change different colors
The teacher is on the platform.
Lead us to swim in the ocean of knowledge
September belongs to teachers.
Teacher, it belongs to September.
Our love for our teachers.
As beautiful as a blooming chrysanthemum.
The teacher's love for us
Like drunken autumn leaves in the forest ...
Teachers' life
Destined to be placed in that black night sky.
By many eager eyes
Read it as a noble and sacred.
When the teacher quietly faces the night sky
From between her fingers
Will flash for us kindly
A series of fairy-tale dreams
September belongs to teachers.
Teacher, it belongs to September.
Yan nan Fei Gao
There seems to be a queue for us on campus.
Waiting for the teacher's comments.
…………
September
September fruity fragrance
Chrysanthemum yellow in September
In September, we remember who is still spreading hope.
We collect sunshine in September.
In September, we sang affectionately.
September is a touching season, cherished by the eyes of knowledge for a lifetime.
There are blessings flying among the autumn leaves in September.
September poets create immortal poems.
In September, we never forgot who was silently making our wedding clothes.
September makes us dare not forget.
In September, we dare not forget who taught us to think.
In September, I dare not forget who made the world have love and books.
In September, we dare not forget who built the temple of knowledge with hard work.
In September, we dare not forget who guided us in confusion.
In September, we watched the wave of wheat harvest.
In September, we were still growing up in textbooks.
In September, we will never forget the admiration we remember with emotion.
There is one thing.
There is something called sacredness.
It is the star that lights up on the horizon at dawn.
Silently according to the first come, first come.
Let's go to the countless flashes in our dreams.
There is something called eternity.
It's a stone coming back from watching the tide by the sea.
Gradually consume life in the wind and rain.
Become a totem worshipped by countless pilgrims
There is such a thing as sincerity.
This is an unadorned white cloud.
Carry too much with your own fatigue.
The eager eyes of a bird who wants to fly
Teacher's Day Poetry 13 "Rural Primary School Teachers"
She opened the young river inside her.
Feeding lonely birds and lonely sunsets
She put beautiful flowers in this wasteland.
Let bees and butterflies rest and dream.
She used her youth as a bargaining chip.
Bet tomorrow with a piece of chalk in the country.
Draw wings for children
She put love and dazzling pop elements.
Crushed and thrown into the wind.
Teachers' Day Poetry: A Tree Full of Gold
I have been cultivating the fruits of hope all my life.
Between the jagged branches and leaves
It is muddy all year round.
Is an unshakable belief, in the soil of the people.
Holding young seedlings, running to the sunny top of the mountain.
Bloom the straight and yin of life.
On the latitude and longitude of three feet, the height of a lifetime
Are measuring miracles of life that have nothing to do with romance.
A dream chase, from the countryside to the city.
Then go to the drawing board of market economy.
We must ignore and eliminate the haze of mankind.
Let the water of time bring some surging waves.
The fruity fragrance far away from the world in the breeze.
Don't expect to leave many marks on the pages of years.
fidget
A towering tree covered with gold
autumn
The soil that still nourishes life
Teacher's Day poem 14 "Let's go to work-"
In the elegant wind, there are more beautiful flowers, quietly opening in the campus.
Every little flower, a female teacher, falls on the hearts of children.
Love and fragrance
Xu Jing, Bailu, Luo Lian and Wan Chuan Qi, your excellent research.
The lovely figure is among the injured flowers of the teacher.
Butterflies that heal wounds.
There are more smiling faces of children shining in my tears.
There are more innocent little angels, you are using love and happiness.
Warm the teacher.
An indifferent state of mind
Let's go Go to work. Just walk to the three-foot platform
Into the eyes of these angels. On a coach who has suffered for many years
I want to cross the shadow of failure in the job competition and become the cleanest sunshine.
Soft and bright, sprinkled on children.
In the clear and open lake
Teacher's Day Poetry 15 "Teacher's Day"
The wind in September is very warm.
Love in September is the truest.
Bathed in the scorching sun in September.
Suck the fragrance of September
There are melodious dance steps on the 23rd Teacher's Day.
The Architect of Human Spirit —— Teachers
Cheers for you, song for you.
Your silver hair
Full of kindness and warmth
Three-foot platform
Sprinkle your hard work and sweat.
You awakened the sleeping earth.
You developed the desolate Shan Ye.
You have changed human ignorance.
You are the engineer of the human soul.
You use the arm of knowledge
Support the backbone of the building
You use the light of wisdom
Ignite the hope of tomorrow
You use the light of the red candle
Illuminate the future of the motherland
Whether Qin Xin and Yi Yan are cold or not.
Fruitful peaches and plums all over the sky
It is easy to grow flowers, but difficult to educate people.
The fragrance of the valley is of extraordinary quality.
Selfless dedication, teaching and educating people
Full of love, full of love.
With more talents, everyone is happy.
Let me song for you today.
Let me cheer for you today.
Teacher's Day Poetry 16 "Going to Sheep"
I went to see you on a winter morning.
There is a steaming fog in the hole.
Your woman is cooking pig food.
But I didn't see you.
The mountain opposite the woman's finger
Busy to tell me, to herd sheep.
Finally, he said that his hair was all white.
I know you won't travel.
Not for fun.
A lifetime of hard work has watered countless elites.
Your child is still rolling on the ground.
See the boundless sky at a glance.
I seem to see you waving your whip.
Wear a sheepskin coat
Let the whip tip throw countless circles.
Only the mountain is answering your question.
Only the cry of "baa baa" is repeating your loneliness.
Think back to when you were handsome and free and easy.
Holding a pointer and a three-foot platform.
Slowly pour wisdom back into every student's heart.
How much truth permeates the vivid eyes?
You often put the excellent names of the last session.
Write it on the blackboard at the beginning of freshman year.
They are at a loss, they don't know.
Only you are intoxicated with the proud smile. ...
Walking on the road that is white with cold.
How much I want to see you come.
I wonder if you can recognize me now.
I wandered for a long time.
It's time to follow in your shepherd's footsteps
Or I should wait for you at the fork in the road.
I asked the river flowing around me.
I asked wormwood frosted by the roadside.
They all seem to say, let's change the season.
Then, go home with a heavy burden
Then, tell the story of spring.
Teacher's Day Poetry 17 "Even if I were you now"
Even if I were you now.
Even if you are old.
Leaves like poplars fall one after another.
You describe the beauty of autumn.
Even if you're still standing there,
Standing in the scenery
Even if the scenery is a little desolate.
But I recognized it.
I can recognize your back at a glance.
I can read your eyes at a glance.
Even if I were you now.
Even if you are old.
Like a beautiful sorbus tree.
The branches burned fiery red fruits.
Even if you have left the three-foot platform.
Even if that piece of chalk no longer belongs to you.
But you still have me.
You must know me.
Realize my initial naivety
Recognize my last parting.
I still want to outline the beauty of a festival for you.
I still have to beat the rhythm of this short board.
Even if I were you now-
Even if you get old-