Teacher's Day poem "Dedicated to the Teacher"

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Teacher's Day poem "To the Teacher" 1 "To the Teacher"

Under the dazzling aura

It's a pair of weak shoulders

But it survived.

The future of a country

Just like birds can't leave the sky.

For example, fish can't leave the sea.

The growth of children

I can't live without your concern.

Ah! Teacher!

You use a broad mind

You use profound knowledge

You use endless wisdom

You use noble feelings

Awaken an ignorant child.

Save a teenager who slipped.

Touch the stupid mind.

Raise the sail of knowledge

Ah! Teacher!

Although the podium is small,

Stroll in the life of summer, spring, autumn and winter.

The classroom is not big

Let you spread your love for your motherland.

Teacher's Day Poetry "To the Teacher" Chapter 2 "To the Teacher"

The rainy days are fading away.

A familiar voice

And that white chalk.

Have been haunted by dreams

In order to make the years more unforgettable

For tomorrow's sun

On a clear day.

I open this door.

Your shadow appears repeatedly in time.

Sunshine in the eyes

Full of God's dreams.

Suggest that we believe in the future.

You once told us.

The future is like that white chalk.

Must devote one's life

Call your name gently

I used to be in the name of a plant

Grow up in the garden you weave

You put the warm sunshine

And the nourishment of spring.

New green in bud

Stretch your mind in your garden, leaves

Call your name in a soft voice

Calling for your warmth, and

Melody leaks in the spring breeze

Love has different expressions, using plants.

Garden, warmth, sunshine, spring

Call your name gently

This is just one of the expressions.

Teacher's Day Poetry "To the Teacher" Chapter 3 "To the Teacher"

A day as sacred as morning comes with wings.

The teacher's long laugh appeared in the window.

Uncover the memory of youth campus

You are as handsome as spruce.

You sow beauty and light your heart with your heart.

Cultivate love with love

Spell my sand into the most beautiful color.

In the fleeting story

The bitterness of a naughty child growing up

Your blood is flowing.

The next class of students flew in and out.

You rub a colorful life between pen and paper.

The valley is still fragrant

We hid in the distant sky.

The trajectory is tortuous and has its own direction.

Miss you is the cornerstone of our life.

Teacher's Day Poetry "To the Teacher" Chapter 4 "To the Teacher"

Become a student.

I live in the bay.

I'm used to pictographic walls.

Mountains and rivers, Yuan Ye, exotic customs

Only by imagining the distance.

Sunflowers bloom everywhere.

Every flower is wonderful.

You have a blue sky on your chest and flying pigeons.

The weather is cloudy and sunny.

Little finch on the swing.

Metamorphosis in bamboo forest

Students, it's going up a little bit.

Some vaguely visible happiness.

Form a pattern in the depths of life

Who made them appreciate each other?

Immortal metaphor

-Honey, it's you.

Time flies, you're like

A famous painting that rolls freely.

The students can't stop watching.

Xiao Zhi of Xi.

Keep a permanent example

Teacher's Day Poetry "To the Teacher" Chapter 5 "To the 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.

Teacher's Day Poetry "To the Teacher" Chapter 6 "To the Teacher"

Although, at the moment, some scholars say:

"Teachers can't be compared to candles,

Don't say that teachers are the most glorious profession in the world. "

However, we believe that,

Teacher, you are the first person to hold up the sun.

Every morning,

You ring the bell to get up,

Wait for us at the door of the classroom.

Teacher, you were the last person to send away the night before.

Aside from the hard work of teaching during the day,

I have to drag my tired body to prepare lessons at night.

Correcting every assignment carefully.

When you send away groups of students,

Your shiny black hair,

Turn gray.

Your rosy face is like an apple,

Climbed a series of wrinkles.

You have taught scientists, soldiers and doctors. ...

The motherland is an expert in the construction of all walks of life

You're proud of it,

You will never be satisfied.

Teacher's Day Poetry "To the Teacher" Chapter 7 "To the Teacher"

There are no flowers around.

No applause.

Sparrows are still gathering in the treetops.

A group of busy figures are still talking.

The autumn wind has arrived, and the autumn rain is continuous.

The umbrella bow in the mud bent down and tried to move forward.

In the orchard, green apples

Come out slowly in the rain.

Bright red flags, smiling faces of children.

Very bright. The blackboard is written in a mess.

The white-haired teacher Sun comes from history.

The children were amused in the rain.

The bell rang suddenly and two gray pigeons flew around.

I clearly saw the retired old lecture table at the foot of the Western Wall.

Looking around in the wind and rain, raindrops ran down my legs.

There is a pool of water underground, Wang Wang.

Teacher's Day Poetry "To the Teacher" Chapter 8 "To the Teacher"

Everything in the past will be a beautiful memory-

Teacher, I miss my middle school days, my alma mater and you. ...

If time can go back, let me go back to my student days-

Dear teacher, how I want to listen to your inculcation again. ...

After parting, your voice often echoes in my ears for a long time; Your figure often appears in front of my eyes; Your teachings, in my heart forever ...

Life is an endless road. I walk, walk, keep walking. When I am tired and slack, your firm face, firm voice and tenacious spirit will float in my memory. Teacher, you have taught me life, how can I forget you!

Whenever I harvest, I can't help but miss the hard-working cultivator-the teacher.

Teacher, although I have been away for a long time, your image seems to be a bright spot, which always flashes in my heart.

Today, I am in a distant place, folding the yesterday you gave me into a boat of memory and floating it in the lake of missing.

The clothes are still the same, and the lights are still the same. Your familiar blackboard writing and familiar voice lead our thoughts to the past student days. Oh, teacher ...

Miss you, dear teacher! I cherish the gaze of your bright eyes in my heart. They are like clear water with two eyes, flowing in my heart forever. ...

Teacher's Day Poetry "To the Teacher" 9 "To the Teacher"

Autumn is fresh and fragrant,

The water laughs at the mountains and the shadows of the trees dance.

Lang lang Shu Xiang overnight,

Xue Rui dyed his temples one after another.

I'm old,

Bud grew up and followed the waves.

Who is happiest when peaches and plums are fragrant,

Qualified gardeners of all ages.

Teacher's Day poem "To the Teacher" 10 "To the Teacher"

Teachers' eyes are like the moon at night.

We are stars,

In the teacher's smile,

twinkling

A teacher's eyes are like an endless ocean.

We are small fish,

In the arms of the teacher,

Swim around happily.

Teachers' eyes are like the blue sky.

We are a white cloud.

Under her gaze,

Free floating,

The teacher's eyes are like a mirror.

Can light up our hearts.

September, as scheduled.

The world is so 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 understand our gift in September,

All the teachers who are struggling on the education front.

Teacher's Day poem "To the Teacher" 1 1 "To the Teacher"

Who is it-

Leading the ignorant into the spacious classroom,

It is you! Teacher!

With your hard sweat, you have nurtured the tender seedlings that have just broken ground in spring.

Who is it-

Put naughty us

Educate people to be considerate and helpful.

It is you! Teacher!

Your care is like a warm spring breeze.

It warms our hearts.

Who is it-

Put young us

Cultivate 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!

Teacher's Day poem "To the Teacher" 12 "To the Teacher"

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.

Teacher's Day poem "To the Teacher" 13 "To the Teacher"

Thank you, my dear teacher.

Inch by inch of chalk.

Dye your hair white

Take it off and light a candle.

Illuminate others

Let one hieroglyph after another

Become the footprints you have walked through

Climb to the top of the cliff

Let the latecomers step on your shoulders.

Send groups of students on the road.

Twinkling Stars

Brilliant

Use up the last bit of waste heat

This is a teacher's life.

What are the engineers and teachers of the human soul like?

What is a teacher like? Teachers are like red candles, illuminating the road of knowledge.

What is a teacher like? Teachers are like spring rain, spreading bits and pieces of knowledge in our hearts.

What is a teacher like? Teachers, like gardeners, cultivate our young family into a large number of knowledgeable people.

What is a teacher like? Teachers are like a golden key, leading us into the treasure house of knowledge.

What is a teacher like? Teachers, like our mothers, accompany us every day and tell us some colorful knowledge.

It is the teachers who have given us so much knowledge. Here I wish all the teachers a happy and beautiful life forever.

Teacher's Day Poetry "To Teachers" 14 "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 "To the Teacher" 15 "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 poem "Dedicated to the Teacher" 16 "Even if I have become 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-

Teacher's Day poem "To the Teacher" 17 "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 poem "To the Teacher" 18 "Proverbs"

I want to hold the textbook in my left hand and the textbook in my right hand.

Carrying a shopping basket

I want to bow to the sun with my front and back feet.

Wake up the moon

How I miss the red of the five-star red flag.

Red is unforgettable, red

My pigment is also less.

Until the end of the world.

However, initially,

Just for what?

Me, a child with a big mother's nipple.

I just gave myself to a group of children.

have an unshirkable duty

If it's really rubbish, face yours

There is only one recycle bin.

If you are a gardener, you must

Trim yourself first