Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
There is no road from Pengshan to Bluebird. Listen! -Give me what she said! Praise the teacher. I remember your hands were covered with powder. I remember your kind teaching. I remember your new silver hair. Because of you, students can become talents. The world is so civilized because of you. Teacher, you are a bright light, and you have found a home for the children who have lost their way. You are the angel of September, dedicated to the teacher, and arrived as scheduled. Therefore, the world is brilliant.
We sing September, because it is your eternal festival. We remember September because it was our sincere confession.
September is an emotional cup. We hold high our sincere wishes with our hands. Please drink a toast. The music has been played in September, please accept our gifts in September, all the teachers who are struggling in the education front.
The teacher praised others for getting gold from life. You can only get flowers. Your gold is the sunrise, your silver is the fifteenth moon, and you are still whistling happily. Your pride is the fragrance of peaches and plums. Celebrate Teachers' Day. It is you! Teacher! With your hard sweat, you have nurtured the tender seedlings that have just broken ground in spring. Who is it-educating naughty people into people who can help others? It is you! Teacher! Your care is like a warm spring breeze, which warms our hearts.
Who is it-to train young people into mature and sensible teenagers? 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! I can only help you here, old teacher-you are like a drizzle in spring, nourishing flowers and irrigating the earth, and we are also trying to suck the drizzle and grow. Teacher-you are like an autumn breeze, blowing the yellow land and calling for rice. We have 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! You present a flower, I present a flower, let's weave a big wreath for my dear teacher and mother. It is you who gave the seeds, the warmth like sunshine; It was you who watered the seedlings with sweat.
Your eyes are like bright stars, shining with charming brilliance; Your singing is like a clear spring, which brings 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, it will be a flower of yours.
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, teacher's enthusiasm is like the sun, teacher's teaching is like spring rain, teacher's style is like green leaves, teacher's occupation is like a tree, and our teacher is a good 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! I hope I can help you.
2. What are Tagore's works or other authors' poems that praise teachers or parents? 1, "Mother"
Author: Tagore, India
I don't remember my mother, just in the middle of the game.
Sometimes there seems to be a tune spinning on my toy.
It was she who shook my cradle and hummed those songs.
I don't remember my mother, but in the early autumn morning.
The smell of acacia flowers and morning prayers in temples is floating in the air.
It's like blowing my mom's breath on me.
I don't remember my mother, but when I was in the bedroom window.
Looking at the blue sky in the distance, I think,
My mother fixed my eyes and filled the whole sky.
2. "Ji Hai's Miscellaneous Poems, Disturbing and Leaving Sorrow, Ignoring the Sky"
Qing Dynasty: Gong Zizhen
The vast sadness of parting extends to the setting sun, away from Beijing, riding a whip to the east, feeling that people are on earth.
I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation.
"The sadness of parting extends to the distant place where the sun goes down." When I left Beijing, I felt that I was at the end of the world with a flick of my whip to the east. I quit my job and went home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but it was not a heartless thing. It has become the soil of spring and can also play a role in cultivating the next generation.
3. Ode to the teacher
Author: Modern: Liu Yu
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
4. "Diligence"
Jin Dynasty: Ge Hong
The kindness of the master is more important than that of the parents.
The kindness of the wise teacher is simply more than the vastness of heaven and earth, and more than my father has paid for me.
5. "Mother"
Author: Modern Shu Ting
Isn't the running water of the years just as ruthless?
I'm afraid the memory will fade, too.
How dare I open its screen easily? I cried to you for a thorn.
Now I'm wearing a Jing Guan, and I dare not.
I dare not moan.
Ah, mom.
I often look up at your photos sadly.
Even if the call can penetrate the loess
How dare I disturb your sleep? I dare not show the sacrifice of love like this.
Although I have written many songs.
For flowers, for the sea, for the dawn.
Ah, mom.
My sweet, soft and deep memory.
Not a torrent, not a waterfall.
It's a dry well, and it can't sing under the shade of flowers and trees.
3. What poems are there to praise the teacher? 1. Teachers are engineers of the human soul. -Stalin
2. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. -Li Shangyin
3. The most glorious occupation under the sun, the engineer of human soul.
Some people say that teachers are like mountains, because mountains are lofty and revered. I also want to say that teachers are like the sea, because the sea is vast and immeasurable.
I am not your best student, but you are my most respected teacher. In your festival, I want to pay high tribute to you.
6. I can't forget your gentle words, which cleaned up the dust and mud in my heart; I can't forget your mighty east wind-like exhortation and summon up the courage to move forward. Teacher, I am grateful to you all my life!
7. Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how can so many beautiful flowers of the soul bloom? Teacher, the engineer of human soul, who won't praise you!
8. You are like a candle. Although thin, but a little hot, a little light, illuminate others, but also exhausted themselves. This selfless dedication is unforgettable.
9. You are a gardener, adding beauty to the mountains and rivers of the motherland; You are like a spring rain, nourishing peaches and plums, and the land of China is full of fragrance. On this festive occasion, let me present a heart flower and express my heartfelt wishes to you.
4. Praise the teacher's poem 1, the filariasis in spring will weave until it dies, and the wax torch will start to dry through tears. (Li Shangyin's Untitled)
2, falling red is not heartless, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers. (Gong Zizhen's "Ji Hai Miscellaneous Poems")
3, eyebrows cold fingertips, head willing to be a donkey. (Lu Xun)
4. Do your best until you die. (Zhuge Liang)
Buried roots make branches bear fruit without asking for anything in return. (Tagore)
6. The lonely village does not feel sorry for itself, but thought it was national defense. (Lu You's November 4th storm)
7. Hold a heart without a blade of grass. (Tao Xingzhi)
8. if you want to eliminate disasters for the wise, you are willing to decline and cherish the old. (Han Yu's "Moving to the Left to Show Grandnephew's Neck")
9. After the flowers are picked into honey, whoever works hard for them will be sweet.
10, sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently. (Du Fu)
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.
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!
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!
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.
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.
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.
You, the teacher's love, is the greatest and cleanest in the world!
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!
If we are a ship, then the teacher is a sail, leading us forward in the ocean of knowledge; If we want to embark on a journey, the teacher is like a candle we are holding, illuminating our bumpy road of learning. You let us open the window of our hearts, you gave us spiritual support, you sent us on the road of learning and gave us endless encouragement. Teacher, we will always remember you.
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!
5. Poems or famous sayings about praising teachers ★★★★★ Praise teachers' poems1:★★★★ Four spring breezes and several autumn rains washed the gap.
Black hair and frost weave the sun and the moon, and chalk writes the spring and autumn without words. Before the spring is old, the silk spits, and the candle tears turn into gray and autumn is thicker.
Peach and plum are sown in three thousand gardens in spring, and Qiu Lai is rich in China fruits. I love my teacher. A teacher is like a red candle, which ignites the fire in the students' hearts, but burns itself until the red candle turns to ashes.
Teachers, like gardeners, feed our flowers, but work hard for themselves until their physical strength is exhausted. We must become the pillars of the country when we grow up! The teacher is so selfless! Ah! Teacher, we love you! ★★★★ Praise the teacher's poem 3: ★★★-Teacher, hard work-lead us into the spacious classroom and teach us a wealth of knowledge? It is you! Teacher! With your hard sweat, you have nurtured the tender seedlings that have just broken ground in spring.
Who is it-educating naughty people into people who can help others? It is you! Teacher! Your care is like a warm spring breeze, which warms our hearts. Who is it-to train young people into mature and sensible teenagers? 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! I can only help you here, old teacher-you are like a drizzle in spring, nourishing flowers and irrigating the earth, and we are also trying to suck the drizzle and grow.
Teacher-you are like an autumn breeze, blowing the yellow land and calling for rice. We have 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! ★★★★ Praise the teacher's poem 4: ★★★★ 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, teachers' teaching is like spring rain, teachers' style is like green leaves, teachers' career is like a tree, and our teachers are good. ★★★★★★ Praise the teacher's poem 5: ★★★★★★★ You give a flower, I give a flower, let's make a big wreath and give it to my dear teacher and mother.
It is you who gave the seeds, the warmth like sunshine; It was you who watered the seedlings with sweat. Your eyes are like bright stars, shining with charming brilliance; Your singing is like a clear spring, which brings 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, it will be a flower of yours. Praise the teacher's poem 6: September, as scheduled.
Therefore, the world is brilliant. We sing September, because it is your eternal festival.
We remember September because it was our sincere confession. September is an emotional cup. We hold high our sincere wishes with our hands. Please drink a toast.
The music has been played in September, please accept our gifts in September, all the teachers who are struggling in the education front. I remember your hands were covered with powder. I remember your kind teaching. I remember your new silver hair. Because of you, students can become talents. Because of you, the world is so civilized. You are a bright light to find your tutor for the lost children. You are an angel. Praise the teacher. Psalm 8: Praise the teacher for getting gold from life for others. You can only get flowers. Your gold is the morning sun. Your money is yours.
6. Praise the teacher's poems and send you a bunch of flowers to show our respect for you; Send you a touching song, bring you a little sweetness. Teacher-you have worked hard, you have brought us through the difficulties, you have nourished us with knowledge, but you never ask for anything in return. You told us not to give up easily when we encounter difficulties. Since then, our life has been full of joy at any time. There is a lot less trouble. It adds a kind of fortitude. It's another harvest autumn, and you still hold the colored brush in your hand. It depicts a beautiful blueprint and nourishes the peaches and plums of the motherland. In the middle of the night, you are still preparing lessons carefully, and in your sleep, you are still recalling the joy of our success. We are flowers in full bloom in spring, and you have played a wonderful melody for us. You are a diligent gardener, and we will remember your earnest teachings. Have a good life. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Poems for teachers-teachers' eyes are like the moon at night, and we are stars, shining in teachers' smiles.
A teacher's eyes are like an endless ocean. We are small fish, swimming happily in the teacher's arms.
Teachers' eyes are like the blue sky. We are a white cloud.
Under her gaze, freedom floats everywhere, and the teacher's eyes are like mirrors. Can light up our hearts.
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Poets dedicated to teachers are like gardeners, full of peaches and plums; Teachers are like red candles, burning themselves to illuminate us; Teachers are like bees, hardworking and brave; Teachers are like mothers, beautiful and kind; A teacher is like a book, giving us a lot of knowledge. Happy Teachers' Day to my dear teacher.
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =/news/print . ASP？ Articleleid = 408 = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = A poem dedicated to the teacher sends you a bunch of flowers to show our respect for you; Send you a touching song, bring you a little sweetness. Teacher-you have worked hard, you have brought us through the difficulties, you have nourished us with knowledge, but you never ask for anything in return. You told us not to give up easily when we encounter difficulties. Since then, our life has been full of joy at any time. There is a lot less trouble. It adds a kind of fortitude. It's another harvest autumn, and you still hold the colored brush in your hand. It depicts a beautiful blueprint and nourishes the peaches and plums of the motherland. In the middle of the night, you are still preparing lessons carefully, and in your sleep, you are still recalling the joy of our success. We are flowers in full bloom in spring, and you have played a wonderful melody for us. You are a diligent gardener, and we will remember your earnest teachings. Have a good life. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = September —— The poem dedicated to Teachers' Day is full of fruit and yellow in September, but I still smell the fragrance of peaches and plums in March, and it is cool in September. The fruit of September gives us maturity and gives us yearning for autumn. In this golden autumn season, we have the self-evident happiness of being in separate ways.
Children, I hope your eyes are shining with hope, and don't wander deeply at the fork in the road of life. I hope my soul will light the lighthouse in your heart and hold the right course for you in the dark sea. I would like to use my silent and persistent heart to create thousands of possible paths for you on the three-foot platform. I would like to live and study with your youthful passion, grow together and bloom for life! I know that this festival reflects China people's respect and hope for teachers for thousands of years. Chalk and branches Gaga draw the curve of life. Homework, accumulated layer by layer, is an eager expectation.
I am no longer a candlelight, because the faint candlelight is not enough to illuminate your direction; I will not be a silkworm, because it is not the dream of a free soul that binds me. I am the sun, burning and generating, bringing you radiant heat; As the leading goose, I spread my wings and soar with you in the clear sky of Wan Li.
Children, I want you to look at the wider world. Children, I am just a ray of sunshine in September. On the journey of your growth, I, we, for the future of the nation, for the hope of the nation, we will burn brighter than the sky and ignite your pile of warm fire! In September, we trudged between Japan and China. We have given everything and gained everything. Children, it is your diligence and love that enrich our pockets. We are full of passion, because like you, we are all free masters of life. The sails are still sailing in September. Children, I want you to say loudly, "OK, I'm coming. Follow you-my captain-"= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = A poem dedicated to Teachers' Day: Fruity September, Chrysanthemum. We remember who was still sowing hope for us in September. We haven't forgotten who silently made our wedding dress in September. Let's never forget September. We dare not forget who taught us thought. 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 wheat wave harvest. In September, we are still growing up in textbooks. We won't forget. There is something called sacredness, that is, the stars that are illuminated at dawn on the horizon silently follow countless flashes that come first and then come to their dreams, there is something called eternity, that is, the rocks that come back from watching the tide by the sea, and they gradually run out of life in the wind and rain, becoming the totem worshipped by countless pilgrims, and there is something called sincerity, that is, the unadorned white clouds bear the longing eyes of too many birds and want to fly with their own fatigue, and one is called making love, simplicity and dedication.