There is a poem about thanking teachers on Teachers' Day.
Teachers' Day praises teachers' poems 1. Teachers' Day Poems in Praise of Teachers
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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.
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, 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.
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 pick up%
2. Teachers' Day praises teachers' poems
My father gave birth to my mother, bowed to me, pampered me, nurtured me, cared about me, answered me, went in and out of my abdomen, and wanted to repay my kindness. I am very confused. I appreciate my kindness, and I am lonely at night. Xiao Shizi is like a jiaozi, with cold and frost floating in the temples in spring, eyebrows filled with wind and waves in autumn, and the rain has disappeared for 30 years.
I miss my loving mother's hard half life, kneel down to nurse the lamb and repay the present. Who will stop wandering when the white clouds drift away? Mermaid smiles in heaven. The color of champagne conveys her singing among poppies. Is there any hope of leaving? Christmas for forest elk that never stops snowing? The beautiful princess has been buried in the legendary night sky, where countless pearls and pearls have not been picked. The light of angel wings flew over the gardens of Babylon. Dora is a woman, and her incarnation is not the daughter of the sun god. The valley in the desert Gobi is more luxurious than the palace. This river is the mother of all living things. Shengbo spread all over the world. Colorful faces are rain. The beauty of ancient Egypt is gone, so is the back. The sea beats the dream of purple lily, and the mermaid smiles in heaven. The color of champagne conveys her singing in the poppies, and makes clothes for her wayward boy's body in the thread in the hands of a kind mother.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
Confucius said: My parents are here, and I don't travel far to repay my gratitude and forget my grievances. When you repay your kindness with a short report, it takes a long time for a drop of water to drip. When you repay your kindness with a spring, you will forget it. When you repay kindness with a short report, you will mourn for your parents. Don't have children, don't know the poor parents. Inheriting the wind and knowing the horsepower, you will see people's hearts for a long time, and you will never expect a person to die as a confidant. You will look at the world with cold eyes and repay it with blood.
Teacher's Day is coming, and we need some poems to praise the teacher.
You asked the right person. Our teacher just asked us to extract it.
1. The words and deeds of the principal who takes the school as his home and cares about his students more than his own children are really loud. He is a good example for all our classmates!
2. People often say: "Teachers are like gardeners, watering the flowers of the motherland with sweat; Teachers are like red candles, burning themselves out and illuminating others. " In this way, the teacher has spent countless efforts on us and can't finish writing. ...
3. Teacher, your motherly heart warms our hearts like a pot of charcoal fire; Your gentle eyes are full of infinite hope for us. Every night, when people fall asleep, the lights in front of your window shine like stars. Years of fatigue make your body thin, your eyes are covered with crow's feet, and your temples are covered with wisps of silver. When peaches and plums are everywhere, you only smile among the flowers.
Is that enough? You can copy the third sentence into several sentences.
4. Teachers' Day praises teachers' poems
People usually compare innocent children to seedlings, flowers and small trees, and the teachers who cultivate these seedlings, flowers and small trees, like hardworking gardeners, water, cultivate and care for every seedling in the garden with wisdom, love and sweat, so that they can thrive.
The ancients in China said: "Teachers are like parents", which fully embodies the traditional virtue of "respecting teachers and loving teaching" of the Chinese nation, and also embodies the noble morality of teachers "loving life as children". People compare teachers to "loving mothers", mainly using the kindest, most sincere and most touching honorifics given to female teachers by "childlike innocence and maternal love".
"Love is a ray of golden sunshine." Lu Xun, a modern writer in China, said: "Education is rooted in love." Teachers' love for students is manifested in their unreserved dedication of energy, enthusiasm, talent and knowledge, so that students can get a better education and get the best results intellectually, spiritually and morally. Teachers should be called educators, and educators are also engineers of human souls. People praise teachers as spring silkworms, who "spit out all the threads in their hearts and weave a beautiful and warm world with infinite love for life without knowing anything." "Spring Silkworm" is a title that teachers feel extremely honored. Spring silkworm is pure and flawless, with noble temperament; In spring, I ate a few green leaves and spit out a splendid picture. Only glorious people's teachers are worthy of this title, because the excellent quality of spring silkworms is endless and spinning.
People compare teachers to "spring rain" and students to "spring seedlings", which need to be watered. Our teachers, like continuous spring rain, moisten students' hearts with love, enlighten students' wisdom with rich knowledge, subtly cultivate students' morality with excellent personality and cultivate students' hearts with selfless dedication. The noble sentiment of teachers, Gan Huachun, moistens the buds with rain, adding infinite brilliance to the "Spring Rain".
Now people compare teachers to "ladders"-"those who make self-sacrifice and selfless dedication for the success of others". People call teachers "ladders" because the glorious people's teachers have such excellent quality and spirit. The broad masses of people's teachers work hard in the garden of education. They do not seek fame, profit or return. They teach and educate people in obscurity and train talents conscientiously. And those students who are admitted to the university, succeed and make a name for themselves all step on the teacher's shoulder and use the teacher as a ladder to climb to the peak of their lives. Although life is hard, they are concerned about the future of the motherland and students; Although the candle is a small fire, it burns itself out and illuminates others. It is precisely because of these unknown teachers' concern and training for these students that thousands of talents shine in different positions in Qian Qian today. It is precisely because of the hard work of these gardeners that many successful people have made brilliant achievements today under the correct guidance and their own efforts. Behind these successful people, besides thanking their parents and friends, shouldn't we thank the teachers who have worked hard to cultivate, educate, discover and encourage us?
"Falling in love is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud is more protective. This is the love of devotees, and sacrificing oneself brings hope. "
Dear teacher, the flow of time and space has brought me closer to you, but I miss your freshness forever! Like a spring breeze blowing flowers! Sunny, fruitful! Your guidance has given me ideal wings since I was a child. No matter what happens tomorrow. Or say from the heart: "thank you." You are like a boat, carrying me to the ocean of knowledge!
Write a poem praising the teacher for Teacher's Day.
People say that we are the flowers of our motherland,
So, dear teacher,
Without your sweat,
We can't drive so gracefully.
Some people say that we are the hope of the motherland,
Dear teacher,
Without your advice,
There is no ocean of our knowledge now!
Dear teacher, we salute you.
Dear teacher, we must remember your words.
We will live up to your expectations,
With your teaching,
We must live more and more powerfully!
6. Praise the teacher's poem
There are many poems praising teachers. The most common one is that silkworms in spring are spinning until they die, and candles drain the wick every night.
Li Shangyin's Untitled Time was a long time before I met her, but it became longer after we parted. Originally it was a tribute to unswerving love, but now it is more used as a metaphor for teachers' contribution: serving the people wholeheartedly and willing to pay everything for the people's interests, like silkworms spinning silk, burning like candles, shining until the last breath of life. Other poems such as "Decline and Decline": I know Song Yu's sadness, romantic and refined, and he is also my teacher.
-Du Fu's "Five Epic Poems (Part II)" is a bad pavilion in the north. -Mutu's "Book in the Snow", the son of heaven is a benevolent saint, and Renxian is a teacher.
-Du Mu's Book in the Snow should not be Zhao Xiong, but should be regarded as the emperor's teacher. -Liu Ji's "Title Taigong Fishing Guardian" Green Field Hall occupies Wuhua, and passers-by point out the public.
-Bai Juyi's "Planting Flowers in the Green Field Hall" was played by Wen Ying and sat by. -Han Yu's "Listening to the Lingshi Playing the Piano", the Lingshi ignored it and embarked on the road of delay.
-Han Yu's "Soul Master" Julian Waghann didn't meet Dongjun, and Anthony Wong painted a corner in the city. -Du Fu's "Wild Old Man", the prince is in charge of the phoenix, and the teacher covers the lyre.
-Li Bai's "Jinling listens to the flute", with a small hair in uniform, and the master and the apprentice are waiting for the spring. -Su Xiang's Feng Hesheng's Sending the North University Students to Wang Zhixing Spring Palace.
Wendaoxi has a good scenery. The teacher has come again. -Zhang Ji's "Send Monks to Jinzhou" sneaked into the night with the wind, moistening things silently.
-Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" teacher lives in the Gaodi Temple in Jiting, with an inclined corridor leaning against the clouds. -Zhang Ji's "Sending Monks to Pavilion Mountain Temple" sends silver silk to reflect the sun and the moon, and his heart is full of new flowers.
Bing Bing Xin Xin Xin Zhu is taller than the old bamboo branches, and it is all supported by old cadres. -Zheng Xie's "Hsinchu" three things, learning from the teacher.
-Lu's Nine Chapters of Neutrality and Music. Song Gongqing No.8 "East Palace White Bastard, South Temple Far Zen Master.
-Bai Juyi's far teacher.
7. Teacher's Day
I wish I could add, subtract, multiply and divide, which can't be counted as your contribution! Poetry and songs can't stop praising you! You water our ideal flowers with the nectar of knowledge; You moistened the beautiful fruit of our feelings with clear springs.
In this unusual festival, offer our deep blessing! Send you your first spring and New Year card every year. My dear teacher, may spring be with you forever! Gardener-a lofty title. Look at the flowers blooming on that branch, watered by your hard sweat.
Bless you: peaches and plums are all over the world, and spring is blooming! The sun shines and the gardener's heart is warm; Rain and dew moisten, peaches and plums are tender and red. I wish you a happy Teacher's Day.
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.
Writing carols all over the sky and compiling poems with flowers everywhere can't express our congratulations on Teacher's Day! "Peach and plum are all over the world" is the glory of teachers. -On the occasion of the Gardener's Day, which is sunny and full of autumn fruits, I wish the teacher eternal happiness and youth! I am not your best student, but you are my most respected teacher.
In your festival, I want to pay high tribute to you. Dear teacher, your earnest teachings are like spring breeze, like Seo Woo, and you will never forget my heart.
I sincerely wish you happiness! We grow from seedlings to trees, but we will always be your students. I wish you more than 60 years old and the tree of life will be evergreen.
You teach students in accordance with their aptitude and are good at enlightening your mind. We congratulate you on your victory with excellent results! Teacher, I wish you a generation of students and talents, and a generation of elites.
Teacher, you are sincere, kind and beautiful. May all the students' hearts be open to you.
May the music of my stream reverberate in your deep valley forever. When the sea ebbs, colorful shells are left on the beach.
When we graduate, we give our teachers sincere wishes. I admire your mind as high as the sky and your kindness as deep as the mountain! You warm every classmate's heart with fire-like emotion, countless hearts are stirred by you, and even your back is condensed with fiery eyes ... you are not an actor, but you attract our hungry eyes; You are not a singer, but let the clear spring of knowledge tinkle and sing charming songs; You are not a sculptor, but you are shaping the soul of young people ... Teacher, how can I forget you! The name engraved on the board may not be immortal, and the name engraved on the stone may not be immortal; Teacher, your name is engraved in our hearts, which is truly eternal.
Your thoughts, your words, are full of poetry and philosophy. They are so magical ―― ah, how many wonderful ripples they have aroused in my mind! You respect sincerity and honesty, which is regarded as the rule of life. You are a model in the eyes of our students.
I worship great men and celebrities, but I am more eager to dedicate my respect and praise to an ordinary person-my teacher, you. You are strict with us and take your own actions as an example.
Once your suggestion, request or even order is put forward, we must do it, but it always makes us believe in it and act consciously. This is the tall image you left in my heart.
In my heart, you are the most severe father and the most kind mother; You are an unsung hero and a famous teacher. Your voice and smile always flash in front of my eyes; You are a kind of character and personality, which will always be treasured in the depths of my memory.
Ah, teacher-the engineer of human soul, only this glorious name has the connotation as rich as the sea and as deep as the blue! Teacher, this dazzling name, like a brilliant star, will always hang high on our chest. Even if my temples are gray, I will still sincerely call you-teacher! In front of this sacred and lofty word, I will always be a student who needs enlightenment! In the sea of life, teacher, you are like a high beacon light, standing on the vast sea, guiding our forward voyage forever! Don't hesitate to burn yourself and release all the heat, all the light and all the energy.
Teacher, you are like a red candle, loved and admired! 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.
In the eyes of students, you are "the real seed, the messenger of goodness and the banner of beauty". You are a charcoal fire in the severe winter, a stepping stone in the turbulent flow under the shade in the summer, and a beacon light in the foggy sea-teacher, you set an example, educate people well, and be a ladder, which is unforgettable! The higher you climb, the harder you drill.
-"The Analects of Confucius Zi Han" Hsinchu is taller than the old bamboo branches, and it is backed by veteran cadres. New students will be born next year, and 100 thousand dragons and grandchildren will go around Fengchi.
-[Qing] Zheng Xie thanked me. On my life journey, you have enriched my thoughts, developed my intelligence and lit the light of hope for me. Thank you teacher! Spring rain, which dyed the world green, disappeared silently in the soil.
Teacher, you are the spring rain that moistens our hearts, and we will always thank you. Teacher, you are the ocean, I am the shell, and you gave me colorful colors ... how can I thank you! Stepping through every corner of my heart, every inch of my heart is full of respect for you.
Just like on a snowy winter night, I came to the hearth from the windy outdoor; Teacher, your care, like the deep red of charcoal, has given me infinite warmth. How can I not thank you? Thank you very much for your careful teaching, I will keep it in mind! The ends of the earth are everywhere, and only teachers are infinitely kind.
Thank you teacher! You dyed my youthful color with all your love; You forged my unyielding character with persistent faith ... teacher, there is a you shining in the spark of my life! Birds encounter wind and rain and hide in their nests; There is wind and rain in my heart, always hiding in your arms-teacher, you are my umbrella and wind wall, how can I not thank you! Without your generous dedication, I wouldn't be here today. Thank you very much, dear teacher.
You sent me into a colorful world, and you brought me into an infinite world ... Teacher, my heart is calling you and saluting you. Give me spirit, gentleness and maternal love ... teacher, you only give and never think.
There is a poem about thanking teachers on Teachers' Day, 1. Thanksgiving teacher's day poem.
1, silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drip the wick dry every night.
-Li Shangyin's Untitled was a long time before I met her, but it was even longer after we broke up. Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more. -Gong Zizhen's Five Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai 3. Hsinchu is taller than the old bamboo branches, supported by veteran cadres.
-Zheng Xie's "Hsinchu" 4. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. -Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night 5. Your husband is full of peaches and plums, why not plant more flowers in front of the hall?
-Bai Juyi's "Planting Flowers in the Green Field Hall" 6. Decline: I am well aware of Song Yu's misery, romance and elegance. He is also my teacher. -Du Fu's Five Poems about Historical Sites (Part II) 7. I should be a non-Zhao Xiong, and I should be respected as the emperor's teacher.
-Liu Ji's "The Picture of Taigong Fishing" 8. Ever since I heard the teacher play, I've been sitting on the side. -Han Yu, "Listening to the Smart Teacher Playing the Piano" 9. It is better to be a teacher than to study.
-Yang Xiong 10, the teacher of saint impermanence. -Han Yu 1 1, teachers are easy to meet, but teachers are hard to meet.
-Sima Guang 12, an ancient holy king, didn't mean to disrespect the teacher. -Lv Buwei 13, the world is not a teacher, so it is beneficial to leave.
-Liu Zongyuan 14, scholars must seek teachers, and teachers are essential. -Franz Chen 15, a teacher for one day, a father for life.
-Guan Hanqing 16. Learning is expensive, so is hiring a teacher. -Tang Zhen 17, learning is more important than respecting teachers.
-Tan Sitong 18, a peer reader must be strict with the teacher first, and then with the teacher. —— Ouyang Xiu 19, there is nothing expensive or cheap, nothing long or short, the existence of Tao and the existence of teachers.
-Han Yu 20, a threesome must have my teacher; Choose the good and follow it, change the bad. -Confucius.
2. On Teacher's Day, write a poem thanking the 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're, like, into it,
You 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!" "
3. Poetry about Thanksgiving and Teachers' Day
1, "You are Spring Rain"
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!
2. Hard gardener
How many years of seasonal cycles, how many spring, summer, autumn and winter,
You are a red candle burning bright life,
How much blood and sweat, not seeking fame and history.
You spread the fire of wisdom with true feelings.
Just like the spring silkworm gave her lifelong loyalty,
Just like Dong Mei singing the song of early spring.
How many sleepless nights, how many times the lights are on,
In the long night, there is a figure at your desk.
Add China hair to the hair, and the three-foot platform laughs.
You shorten the distance between heart and heart with love.
You are the sunshine that melts the cold ice and snow,
You are the guide to lead people out of the maze of science.
Ah! Glorious teachers and hardworking gardeners!
The fragrance of peaches and plums is your joy, silently dedicating your selfless heart.
Ah! Glorious teachers and hardworking gardeners!
The fragrance of peaches and plums is your joy, silently dedicating your selfless heart.
3. "Thank you, teacher"
blackboard
Three-foot platform
This is the world where you spend your life.
We thrive in your world.
A piece of chalk.
In your hands.
Into words on the blackboard.
It has become knowledge in our minds.
One pointer at a time.
in front of you
Keep dancing
Instill the principle of being a man into our hearts.
4. Silent candles
You don't have a strong body
But it holds up a rainless sky for us.
You don't have an architect's hand.
But it laid the most solid foundation for us.
You have no vision of an artist.
But they built magnificent buildings for us.
Your profound knowledge
Let us feel civilization and hope.
Your lofty thoughts
Let us know tolerance and patience.
Your noble personality
Deeply affects our hearts.
Thank you, teacher.
We sincerely thank you.
You are like the silent candle.
Burning yourself but illuminating others.
Under your wise guidance
We won't get lost in the dark.
4. Appreciate the teacher's whole ancient poem
The servant Pei Xianggong expressed gratitude to Han Yu for his achievements in civil and military affairs and became a hundred teachers.
The forest garden is poor, and the bells and drums are in Yueqing. Put aside the legacy and carve small poems.
Of course not, Fan Li. Under the macro word, Pi Rixiu, assistant minister of the Ministry of War, clearly listed the immortal book as pure emptiness, which naturally belongs to Dan Jiu.
Draw a tiger into a dog, and climb a dragon into a fish. Empty shame JiBu promised, but negative Liu Hongyi a paper book.
There is still an inch of gratitude, but I don't know what the traffic jam is like. On narrative gratitude, Di Youcheng and Zheng Gu once spent a lot of money in Left Wind.
Its male, Wang calmly. The first recommendation is a special gift, sealed by the whole family.
White buildings are accompanied by words, and green eyes meet. Concerned about Liang Jianyan, I deeply pity the pine at the bottom of the ravine.
Blu-ray Lian Yue was forced, and the wine smelled like chrysanthemums. It is difficult for Kou to get around this country, but a few cans of flies will fly away.
Half a life of sorrow and hardship, two generations apart. Shu snow follows monks, Jing smoke rushes geese.
Withered to my sideburns, and my manners were lost. Although it's getting late, Chen Shi doesn't want to be careless.
Recently, it has become Jiu Feng, accompanied by three peaks. What's the limit of living? It's hard to brag.
There is no such thing as a dragon bell. A thank-you letter was sent to the Dong Li Xuefeng Award of Ji Yi Situ Xianggong, saying that half the people in the family were wrinkled with cold.
You are in town, and the sage returns the favor to the mirror and kisses the Buddha lamp. I heard that the country is quiet, so I can see the river again.
Working in No.1 Smoke House is still full of southern flavor of Ling Du. The day after I left Que, I thanked Li Jianxun for staying in Taiwan Province for two years, and returned to the south happily and retired.
That is, Lu dares to send the prince, and there are still royal books to go through the customs. I don't know what will happen in heaven and earth, but I can't think of it.
At sunset, where reeds stand, the waves in the distance are slightly moss-like green. Please don't play when you travel to the boundary of Shou Chang County in Yanzhou, except for the official Xie Luyou who arrived in Jiangcun and bowed with tears.
I dare to hate the imperial city as far as the sun, and I like to smell the sky warm as spring. Hanlin only returned the imperial edict to the mountain, and the water was empty to the soul.
How does the Lord repay his kindness? He hopes to repair the door at the end of the day.
5.5 About the ancient poems of grateful teachers, hurry up.
First, "Ji Hai Zashi" Gong Ming He 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.
Second, Yuan Bai Juyi
East palace white bastard, South Temple Zen master.
Seeing each other in the distance, there is nothing in my heart.
Third, reward Teacher Tang.
There is nowhere in the void, like glass. No matter who reaches the realm of poetry, Zen has gone beyond poetry.
The jade pot has a heart of ice, and the brush writes the soul of the teacher. Enthusiasm is like a father's language, and talk like a friend.
A few lines of light words will accompany you for a lifetime. I hope that the latecomers can successfully report to the master.
Fourth, untitled Li Shangyin
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing, and a hundred flowers are blooming.
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 are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
Verb (abbreviation of verb) is an ode to the teacher.
Four spring rains have taken precautions, and several autumn rains have washed away 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.
6. Grateful for the teacher's poems and ancient poems
Thanksgiving teacher's poems and ancient poems
Four degrees of spring breeze,
Several autumn rains washed away the gap.
Black hair and frost weave the sun and the moon,
Chalk has no words to write spring and autumn.
Spring blossoms,
Candle tears turn to ashes, and autumn is stronger.
Spring sowing peaches and plums in 3,000 gardens,
Qiu Lai, China is rich in fruits.
★★★★ Praise the teacher's poem 2: ★★★
I love my teacher.
Teachers are like red candles,
It ignited the fire in the students' hearts.
But it burned itself,
Until the red candle turns to ashes.
Teachers are like gardeners,
Grow flowers,
But I work hard for myself,
Until the physical strength is exhausted.
When we grow up, we must become the pillars of the country.
Ah! The teacher is so selfless!
Ah! Teacher, we love you!
★★★★ Praise the teacher's poem 3: ★★★
-Thank you, teacher.
Who is it-leading 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.
Education should be considerate and helpful?
It is you! Teacher!
Your care is like a warm spring breeze.
It warms our hearts.
Who makes us young?
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!