Poems praising retired teachers

1, "I will be you when I grow up" inch by inch, chalk dyed your hair white, then lit it as a candle to illuminate others, let hieroglyphs become your footprints, climb to the top of the cliff, let latecomers set foot on your shoulders, and send groups of students on the road. The shining stars emit dazzling light and use up the last remaining heat. This is the teacher's life, the engineer of human soul! 2. Who is "Teacher, thanks for your hard work"? Lead the ignorant into the spacious classroom and teach us rich 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? Educate naughty us into caring and helpful people? It is you! Teacher! Your care is like a warm spring breeze, which warms our hearts. who is it? Cultivate 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! Teacher, you have worked hard! 3. "Teacher's Praise" How many years of seasonal reincarnation, how many spring, summer, autumn and winter, you are the red candle that burns bright life, and how much blood and sweat you have dedicated, you don't want to stay in the annals of history. You spread the fire of wisdom with true feelings. Just like the spring silkworm dedicated her life's loyalty, just like the winter plum sang the song of early spring. How many invisible nights, how many bright lights, your figure at your desk in the long night, adding hair among the green hairs, laughing on the three-foot platform. You shortened the distance between you with your love. You are the sunshine that melts the cold ice and snow, and you are the guide that leads 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. 4, "Teacher's Eyes" Teacher's eyes, like the moon at night, we are stars, flashing in the teacher's smile. 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. 5, "Ode to the Teacher" Others get gold from life, and you can only get flowers. Your gold is the morning sun, your silver is the fifteenth moon, and you are still whistling happily. Your pride is that the poems of retired teachers are unforgettable. When you are tough, you hate iron, but when you are kind, you are like your parents. Chalk and blackboard lose their wisdom and try to cast their souls. This used to be the beginning of tofu pudding, but now it is covered with frost and snow. Qi governs the country and rules the world, who is the self-taught monarch? The Analects of Confucius has been handed down from generation to generation, and today it is Man Chun. Everything in the world is sunny, and heaven and earth are respected. Dripping water should be reported from the spring, and drinking water should not forget the digger. Dong Ze didn't forget his teacher when the country was founded. Gong Zizhen's miscellaneous poems are long and sad, and the whip points to the horizon. 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. Thank you, 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. Who led us into the spacious classroom and taught 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-to educate naughty us 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. Don't say Sang Yu is late, because it is still full of clouds. In the happy, harmonious and warm times, let's work together for the lofty, great and glorious education cause and create a better tomorrow for the education cause! I would like to offer you a cup of fragrant hot tea, say a few heartfelt words, talk about the glorious past and say a beautiful tomorrow, which is both sentimental and fun. Looking forward to "old, old" unforgettable teacher kindness, three-foot platform, one heart, a thousand words. When you are tough, you hate iron, but when you are kind, you are like your parents. Chalk and blackboard lose their wisdom and try to cast their souls. This used to be the beginning of tofu pudding, but now it is covered with frost and snow. Qi governs the country and rules the world, who is the self-taught monarch? The Analects of Confucius has been handed down from generation to generation, and today it is Man Chun. Everything in the world is sunny, and heaven and earth are respected. Dripping water should be reported from the spring, and drinking water should not forget the digger. When Mao Zedong was founded, he never forgot his teacher, and the emperor respected Confucius and wrote the forest of steles. A day's teacher is always a father, and China people have been handed down to future generations since ancient times. China lions wake up to our generation, and every grass and tree will repay the teacher's kindness. Silkworms in spring weave until they die, candles turn into ashes and tears, and it is unforgettable for teachers to devote themselves to casting souls. Heaven and earth respect the queen, master respect.