Poetry about wanting to be a teacher 1. Ancient poems about being a teacher.
Untitled time was long before I met her, but it was longer than after we parted, and the east wind rose and flowers fell.
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, 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.
2. Sentences about becoming an ideal teacher
As I said in my ideal sentence, "If you have no ambition, you will not stand."
A person can't achieve anything without lofty ideals. From the ancient Pangu epoch-making to today's knowledge explosion and information revolution, how many years, how many generations, how many people with lofty ideals.
Ideal is the driving force for us to struggle forward and be brave in innovation; Ideal is the street lamp of life; Ideal is the source of strength to overcome difficulties.
When I was young, when I saw those caring teachers stroking the injured child's little red face with their hands and trying to coax him, I made a wish in my childish heart-I also want to be an excellent teacher, a diligent gardener, and take good care of every flower in the big garden of the motherland! My mother told me from an early age: "A teacher is a sacred post." So, I planted seeds in my heart.
When I was a child, I longed to be a teacher. "Teachers are engineers of the human soul."
As a teacher, he is so tall, but not great, which makes people admire. Watching the teacher sow the seeds of knowledge on the podium, I can't help looking forward to the future: if only I were a teacher.
The white hair on the teacher's head is the most beautiful; It is the most beautiful for a teacher to correct homework with a pen in his hand; It is the most beautiful for a teacher to teach with relish in class with a textbook. Teachers have no complaints, no grandiloquence, no sophistry, and people who have been dealing with chalk all their lives. They set an example to teach us a good style and excellent conduct, which will benefit us for life.
My ideal is not only to be a teacher, but also to be an excellent and lovely primary school teacher. The importance of primary school teachers is not that they teach the truth, but that they have written indelible marks as white as paper in children's hearts, which often affect their lives.
I will pick up the hands without rings and plow through the years. I stood on the podium, feeling extremely proud.
Below are a pair of eyes eager for knowledge around me. I feel my young heart approaching me.
If my dream comes true and becomes a reality, I will put the above statement into action. I will conquer those naughty figures with love.
Let them know that the teacher loves them. Of course, when necessary, I will also give them some small punishments, so that lovely children can realize their mistakes, keep them in mind and make up their minds to correct them! Most importantly, I want them to get rid of the shadow of the burden of learning from an early age, and I will let my children fall in love with learning in their favorite way, so as to strive to become the pillars of the motherland! But I won't force them to study! Now, however, all this is just a bubble.
Ideal is an abyss. From the moment you jump, you are forced to work hard. Either, Dapeng flies; Either, the stone sinks to the bottom and there is no sound.
. As for me, I have chosen the former, and I will work hard to advance towards my ideal step by step! Since you have lofty ideals and immortal beliefs, you just need to walk bravely and struggle disdainfully, regardless of whether there will be cold wind and rain behind you or whether there will be bumps under your feet.
Choose the front, leaving only the back to the horizon. Maybe we will encounter setbacks, but don't be discouraged, because we understand: how can we see the rainbow without experiencing wind and rain! Frustration will not make us hesitate, on the contrary, it will only add us a maturity that has changed a lot.
Ideal is the twinkling star in the twilight sky, and it is a beacon to guide the direction in the darkness. Ideal is not like a castle in the air or a mirage, but like a colorful flower in spring and a white cloud in the sky, so beautiful.
A person with lofty ideals has a passionate attitude towards life. He has goals and enterprising spirit, and his life is full of sunshine and hope.
Life is like a book, and the ideal is the directory in front. Only a few pages determine the content of a book. Write a simple song and dance for the ideal.
Recite a heroic poem and work hard for your ideal.
3. Poems about teachers
1. Teacher, you are like a red candle, burning yourself and illuminating others.
2. Teacher, you are like a spring silkworm, spitting the silk thread of wisdom and weaving knowledge.
3. Once a teacher, always a father.
Teacher, you are like a gardener, cultivating the flowers of the motherland.
If you are water, we are fish, and we cannot live without you.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. Highly respected.
A veritable teacher
Give one's last loyalty
Teach students in accordance with their aptitude and set an example.
Ten years of trees, a hundred years of people, tireless teachers and friends, peaches and plums all over the world, do their duty.
Praise the teacher's poem
Remember that your hands are 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.
4. What poems can be dedicated to the teacher?
1. Four degrees of spring breeze and several times of autumn rain washed away the gap.
Black hair and frost weave the sun and the moon, and chalk writes the spring and autumn without words.
2. Spring silk is not old, and autumn candle tears are thicker.
Peach and plum are sown in three thousand gardens in spring, and Qiu Lai is rich in China fruits.
3. I love my teacher
A teacher is like a red candle, which ignites the fire in 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.
Ah! The teacher is so selfless! Ah! Teacher, we love you!
5. Teachers are like gardeners, sowing the seeds of hope for us;
Teachers are like trees, which bring us shade;
Teachers are like candles, which bring us light.
A thousand words can be summed up in one sentence: teacher, you have worked hard!
6. Teacher, your cultivation of me is beyond the description of candles, silkworms and gardeners.
Teacher, you care about these details of me, just like the fragrance of a plant, which goes deep into the heart and is as sweet as it is.
For me, no matter how the years change, you used to be my teacher and you will always be my teacher!
7. Teacher, you are like a bright light, guiding us in the direction of progress in the dark;
Teacher, you are like a fresh lake on a desert island, giving us precious water;
Teacher, you are like a towering tree, using your trunk to shelter us from the wind and rain.
8. Teacher, if you are the blue sky,
We are birds flying in your arms.
If you are a spring rain,
We are wet grass.
9. There are many talented people in the literary world, and young trees spread their wings.
The teaching building on Youshi Road is very cold, and the spring breeze moistens the rain.
10. If I can fight the blue sky, you gave me wings to fly;
If I am a warrior who breaks the waves, you have given me the power to make waves;
If I am an immortal torch, it is you who give me the light of youth!
5. Who knows the poems about teachers?
1. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
2. Although the obsession with night walking is still awkward, the lights in the secluded forest warm people.
3. The spring breeze turns to rain to moisten the new buds, only wishing the pear garden is full of peach blossoms.
4. A craftsman who holds up the bridge of hope and sculpts the soul.
Four degrees of spring breeze, several times of autumn rain washed away the gap.
Black hair and frost weave the sun and the moon, and chalk writes the spring and autumn without words.
6. Spring silk is not old, and autumn candle tears are thicker.
Peach and plum are sown in three thousand gardens in spring, and Qiu Lai is rich in China fruits.
7. People who are moved by words are not deeply impressed; Move people to the walkers. They should be quick.
8. sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently.
6. Famous sayings and sentences about my teacher's ideal.
My ideal is a teacher. Without ideals, people have no motivation to live. When I was a child, I wanted to be a policeman, a doctor, a little more, an actor and a cake maker. Now I want to be a teacher.
First of all, why should I choose this ideal? That's because when I visited my distant relatives, I passed a small mountain area that looked very poor and remote. I stood at the top of the mountain and looked around. I found that there was not even a decent school there.
I think I want to be an excellent teacher in the future and teach in poor mountainous areas. In my mind, teachers are like nameless candles, burning themselves and illuminating others.
For my ideal, I will learn more knowledge and pass on what I have learned to the children there. I will also learn to enlighten them and solve their troubles. I will be a good teacher with both wisdom and ability. Being a teacher is also because I have special feelings for this profession. I have known since I was a child that being a teacher is sacred. The Chinese teacher in our class has been with us for six years. She is unknown, especially when she insists on giving us lessons a few days before giving birth. This persistence moved me, and I feel more and more that my ideal is a teacher.
It depends on the teacher's selflessness. I will carry on with this spirit. As my ideal, I will work hard and move towards my teaching career. I hope the future I respect is more than just a beautiful dream.
7. Miss the teacher's poems
1, Hsinchu is higher than the old bamboo branches, and it is all supported by old cadres. -Zheng Banqiao Qing "Hsinchu"
The newly grown bamboos are taller than the old ones, and their growth depends entirely on the old branches.
2. Ah, Master, how can the world repay your long-term concern? . The lords of Zou misjudged your land, and your home was regarded as Lu's palace. You predict that when the phoenix disappears, your fate will end, and you know that the captured unicorn will be the symbol of your teaching dose. Will this sacrifice I saw between two temple pillars be the same death omen that you dreamed of a long time ago? . -"I sighed for Lu, offering sacrifices to Confucius" Li Longji in Tang Dynasty.
Dear Kong Old Master Q, what do you want to achieve by working hard all your life and traveling around the world? Today, this place is still a city in Jixian County, and you are finally buried in the land where you were born. However, your old house was destroyed by later generations and converted into Lu Palace.
When you were born, the phoenix bird didn't arrive, and you sighed that your life was not good; When Kirin appeared, you were sad and plaintive, lamenting that the world was chaotic and poor. You have been unhappy all your life. Look at you sitting in front of the hall today, accepting the memorial of future generations. Just like what you saw in your dream before you died, you must feel a little comfort.
3, flowers warm green cattle lie, pine cranes sleep. Talk to the teacher, the river has been shrouded in dusk, I want to walk alone in the cold mountain clouds. -"Seeking Harmony, Respecting Teachers and Living in Seclusion" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
There are green cows lying in the warm flowers, and white cranes sleeping on the tall pine branches. Yong Zun and I talked until the river was shrouded in dusk, so we had to walk down the misty cold mountain alone.
4, East Palace white bastard, South Fourth Hospital Zen master. Seeing each other in the distance, there is nothing in my heart. -"History of the Yuan Dynasty" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
When will I, a DPRK official, Henan Temple Ziyuan, meet again? Probably have to wait until there is nothing secular in my heart.
The kindness of the host is more important than that of the parents. -Jin Gehong, "Diligence"
The kindness of the wise teacher is simply better than the vastness of heaven and earth, and it is better than my father's contribution to me.
8. Poems about teachers
The poem about the teacher 1 sneaked into the night with the wind, moistening things silently.
-Tang Du Fu translated "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night": Follow the spring breeze and sneak into the night, quietly nourishing everything. 2. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
-Tang Li Shangyin Untitled Translation: Spring silkworms are spinning until they die, and candles do not dry their tears until they burn themselves to ashes. 3, falling red is not heartless, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers.
-Qing Gong Zizhen translated "Jihai Miscellaneous Poems": The branches are not heartless. When they turn into spring soil, they can also play a role in cultivating the next generation. 4, your husband is full of peaches and plums, why not plant flowers in front of the hall.
-Tang Bai Juyi's "Planting Flowers in the Green Field Hall" Translation: Your father's students are all over the world, so why plant flowers in front of the house? 5. "Decline": I am well aware of Song Yu's bitterness, romance and elegance. He is also my teacher. -Tang Du Fu translated "Five Poems about Historical Sites (Part II)": The fallen leaves are falling because they know the sadness of Song Yu, and Song Yu's knowledge is worthy of being my teacher.
The famous aphorism about teachers is 1, and example is more important than words. -Wang Fuzhi 2. Teachers are engineers of human souls-Stalin III. The only source for students to respect their teachers lies in their virtue and talent.
-Einstein 4. The concern and love of educators will leave an indelible impression on students' minds. Everyone I meet is more or less my teacher, because I have learned from them.
Emerson.