In the study, work and even life, we often come into contact with poetry, right, poetry is full of the author's thoughts and feelings and rich imagination. So have you ever really understood poetry? The following is the Teacher's Day Poetry (Selected 23) that I have organized for you, just for reference, welcome to read.
The Teacher is a Candle
Dear Teacher,
Your selfless love sows new hope,
Your passionate passion sows the fire of wisdom,
Your selfless dedication enriches my heart,
Your profound knowledge adds to my wisdom,
The Teacher is a Candle
Your selfless dedication enriches my heart,
Your selfless dedication enriches my soul,
Your profound knowledge adds to my wisdom,
You are a teacher. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to do that.
Teacher you are the ladder,
silent,
to the great body,
support our tender feet,
step by step to climb high;
Teacher you are the candles,
burning bright life,
with the indestructible faith for us to light up the road,
accompanied by us continue to explore. Accompany us in our constant forward exploration.
Dear Teacher,
You are like the spring silkworms that devote their lives to loyalty,
You are like the winter plums that sprinkle the fragrance of early spring.
Today is another festival,
I send you my sincere wishes,
I wish you health, happiness and joy forever!
Teacher's Day Poem 2
"Teacher, hard work"
Who -
led the ignorant us into the spacious classroom,
taught us rich knowledge?
It is you!
It's you, Mr. Teacher!
You use the sweat of hard work to nurture the spring of the new groundbreaking seedlings.
Who -
educated the naughty ones
into people who can be considerate and help others?
You! Teacher!
Your care is like a warm spring breeze
that warms our hearts.
Who -
nurtured our young children
into mature and understanding young people?
You! Teacher!
Your protection allowed us to grow up healthy.
In the golden fall, we bear fruit.
You have worked hard!
This is the first time I've seen you in a movie!
People who work hard in the heat and cold.
You have worked hard! Teachers!
Those who devote their youth to the cause.
We salute you!
- You have worked hard, teacher!
The Teacher's Tribute
How many seasons, how many springs, summers, autumns and winters have passed,
You are the red candle burning a bright life,
Devoting a lot of blood and sweat, do not want to stay in the history of the name,
You spread the wisdom of the flame of love.
The teacher is the one who has the most important thing in his life,
The teacher is the one who has the most important thing in his life.
Just like the spring silkworms that gave their life's loyalty,
Just like the winter plums that sang the song of early spring.
You are the sunshine that melts the ice of indifference,
You are the guide that leads people out of the scientific labyrinth.
Ah! The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty!
You are the one who has been giving your heart and soul to the world of science.
Ah! The teacher is an honorable teacher, a hardworking gardener!
The fragrance of peaches and plums is your joy, the silent dedication of a selfless heart.
Dedicated to the beloved teacher
What is a teacher like?
A teacher is like a red candle,
lighting up the journey of knowledge.
What is a teacher like?
The teacher is like the spring rain,
which spreads the knowledge in our hearts.
What is a teacher like?
The teacher is like a gardener,
who cultivates the youngest of us into a big number of knowledge.
What is a teacher like?
The teacher is like a golden key,
leading the ignorant into the treasure house of knowledge.
What is a teacher like?
Teachers are like our mothers,
who accompany us every day and tell us some rich and colorful knowledge.
It is the teacher who gives us so much knowledge,
Here I wish all the teachers will be young and beautiful forever.
The Teacher's Eyes
The teacher's eyes are like the moon in the night,
we are a star,
in the teacher's smile,
twinkle twinkle.
The teacher's eyes, like an endless ocean.
We are little fish,
in the teacher's embrace,
swimming around happily.
The teacher's eyes are like the blue sky.
We are one white cloud after another.
Under her gaze,
floating around freely,
The teacher's eyes, like a mirror.
Can illuminate our hearts.
Teacher's Day Poem 6Ode to a Teacher
Others fish for gold from life
You can only get the scent of flowers
Your gold is the sun in the morning
Your silver is the fifteen moons
But you are still happily whistling
Your pride is the Your pride is the fragrance of peaches and plums
Teacher's Day Poem 7 Teacher's Day Poem 8I remember your powdered hands
I remember your charitable teaching
I remember your new silver hairs
Because of you the students will be able to achieve
Because of you the world will be civilized
Teacher, you're the light
For the lost, you are the light.
For the lost children to find home
Teacher you are an angel
Teacher's Day Poem 9In Praise of Teachers
September has come as scheduled.
The world is thus splendid.
We sing of September,
for it is your eternal festival.
We remember September,
because it is our sincere confession.
September is a cup full of love,
We raise our hands high in the air
In the sound of sincere blessings,
please drink a toast.
The music of September has been played,
Please accept our September offering,
All the teachers who are struggling in the education front.
Praise the Teacher
You offer a flower,
I offer a flower,
Let's weave a big wreath,
To the dear teacher mom.
You gave the seed,
the warmth of the sun;
you watered the seedling with your sweat.
Your eyes are like bright stars,
glittering with enchanting light;
your song is like a spring brook,
bringing joy to everyone.
Wherever we go,
Always remember your love;
Wherever we go.
Always remember your words.
Wherever we go,
Always remember your love;
Wherever we go,
Always be one of your flowers.
Praise Your Teacher
The golden wind sends laughter, and the fragrance of osmanthus floats.
Teacher's Day has come again today.
The teacher for our growth, I do not know how much hard work.
The teacher's love for us will never be forgotten.
We will never forget the love of our teacher!
People compare teachers to red candles, lighting others and burning themselves.
People compare the teacher to the gardener, cultivating the peach and plum blossom all over the world.
Teachers are a noble cause under the sun.
Teachers give us the sunshine of ideals and the sunshine of wisdom.
Teachers guide us on the road of life full of sunshine.
The teacher expects us to become the sun of the new century.
My teacher's words are like spring rain that moisturizes my heart.
The teacher will water us with the dew of knowledge.
The gentle spring rain is the teacher's love for us.
The teacher's words and teachings are as silent as the spring rain.
The teacher is willing to be a green leaf, and put us up as a red flower.
The teacher is a green leaf, happy to quietly dedicate.
The green of the leaf symbolizes the teacher's youth.
When we bloom like a flower, we can never forget the kindness of the green leaf.
Teachers are like big trees, with their heads in the blue sky,
and their feet on the earth, silently benefiting the society.
The teacher is a big tree, bringing a spring color to the world.
The teacher sows seeds of hope and nurtures us into a forest.
The teacher is the one who sows the seeds of hope and nurtures us into a forest.
Yes, the teacher's passion is like the sun, the teacher's teaching is like the spring rain,
The teacher's style is like the green leaves,
The teacher's career is like the tree,
Our `teacher' is just fine.
Teacher's Day Poem 12"Hardworking Teachers"
Teachers, you have worked hard,
It is the unintentionally planted seeds sprouted in a bright spring.
You may be a member of the masses,
Ordinary.
You may be a member of the crowd,
as a small stone under the foot,
but you have a torch into the ashes of the heart and guts.
No flowers and colorful silk decorated stage,
Only the snow like the dedication without complaint.
Teachers, you have worked hard,
When the sun of yesterday and today is no longer the same young,
only as a dream woke up to life will not be smooth sailing.
You're right,
We can't afford to squander our youth.
Your heart is a valley woven with flowers,
I approached the harvest season to find my soul in the mire.
Teacher's Day Poem 13
"Teacher, you are the engineer of the people's soul"
September, a colorful season;
September, there is a glorious festival;
September, for you to sing the most loud and clear hymn;
September, carrying our most sincere blessings!
Teacher, happy holidays!
Teachers are the engineers of the human soul.
It is the teacher who opens the door to the treasure house of knowledge with a golden key;
It is the teacher who teaches us to love the motherland and the people from childhood.
Teacher's Day Poem 14The Wax Torch Becomes Ashes
Appears, then rushes, burns, burns;
Until it becomes ashes; a bridge.
Until the spring silkworm dies; the wax torch becomes ashes.
Tears begin to dry up; life cannot stretch its length.
But the thickness can be laced with the breadth of red earth.
And the infinite heart of a mountain range.
Life can carry everything; after the red candle burns.
The tears that fall are filled with longing for light.
Thank You, Teacher
You are the star of the night.
You are the clear sky of the day.
You are the breeze under the sun.
You are the roof in the rain.
You are the sea;
You are the mountains.
You molded my soul.
You are the rocket that carries the satellite.
You are the compass needle of the sea.
You are the input,
You are the payment.
You are our favorite teacher.
Teacher's Day Poem 16"Hymn"
Red candle out of the wax body
Ghostly pain in my heart
Wish people to have more peace of mind
This pain is the most soul-sucking
Snow teeth hate
Frost flies lips
Rain falls and rain blossom halo
Teacher's Day Poem 17< strong> "Silent Candle"
You are our most beloved teacher. Strong> The Silent Candle
You don't have the physique of a strong man
But you have given us a rainless sky
You don't have the hands of an architect
But you have given us the most solid cornerstone
You don't have the vision of an artist
But you have given us a majestic edifice
You don't have the vision of an artist
But you have given us a magnificent edifice
Your profound knowledge
Let us feel civilized and hopeful
Your far-reaching mind
Let us know tolerance and forbearance
Your noble character
Deeply affects our hearts
Thank you, Teacher
We are sincerely thankful
You are like a silent army of soldiers
You are like a silent army of soldiers, you are like a silent army of soldiers, you are like a silent army of soldiers, you are like a silent army of soldiers, you are like a silent army of soldiers. You are like a silent candle
Burning yourself but illuminating others
With your bright guidance
We won't be lost in the darkness
In front of you
Continuously fluttering
Floating the truth of what it means to be a human being into our hearts
Teacher's Day Poem 18 "Village Primary School Teachers"> The Teacher's Day Poem The Teacher's Day Poem The Teacher's Day Poem
She opens up the young river in her body
Feeding the lonely birdsong and the lonely sunset
She puts her beautiful flowers in this poor mountainous area
Letting the bees and butterflies rest and dream
She takes her youth as a bargaining chip
Betting on the tomorrow of the countryside with a powdered pink flower. Gambling on the countryside's tomorrow, with a piece of chalk
Drawing wings on the children
She crushed love, and the glittering elements of popularity
and threw them into the wind
Teachers' Day Poetry 19"The Tree that bears gold"
All her life she has been nurturing the fruits of hope
Between the varied branches and leaves
is the mud of the perennial wind and rain
is the unshakeable faith, in the folk soil
to help right a tender seedling, to the sunny mountaintop
bloom a clump of life's uprightness and shade of green
on the three-foot meridian of the altitude of a lifetime
are measured with no relation to wind and moon The miracle of life
A dream chase from the countryside to the city
And then to the drawing board of the market economy
We must ignore and erase the floating clouds of the earth's haze
Let the flowing water of time bring some surging waves
And the winds away from the world's fruity scent
Do not ask for how many imprints in the pages of the book of the years
LivingA big tree full of gold
Collapsing
Still nourishing the soil of life
Teachers' Day Poem 20"Go, go to work -"
There are more in the light breeze The beautiful flowers, quietly open in the campus
Each small flower is the female teachers, sprinkled in the hearts of the children
Love and fragrance
Xu Jing, Bai Lu, Luo Lian, Wan Chuanqi, your excellent academic
Lovely figure, are the teacher's wounded flowers in the
Healing wounds of the colorful butterflies
There are more Children's smiling faces, bright in my tears
There are more innocent little angels, you are in love and joy
Warm the teacher
Cold state of mind
Go. I'm going to the office. Only towards the three-foot podium
Towards the eyes of these angels. In a whip that has been bitter for many years
I want to cross the shadow of the failed bid and pour the cleanest sunlight
softly and brightly into the children's
bright and open lakes
Teacher's Day Poetry 21Proverbs
I want to carry textbooks in my left hand, and baskets of groceries in my right hand
I want to carry textbooks in my left hand, and baskets of groceries in my right hand. >
Carrying a basket of vegetables
I want to kneel to the sun with my front foot, and hook up the moon with my back foot
How I want the red of the five-starred red flag
So red that it's engraved in my bones, so red that
A little less of my pigment, and also
The end of the earth and the end of the world
But initially
For what
Only for what
I am. A child dropped from a mother's teat
Only then did I give myself to a group of children
Obligingly
If it's really garbage, there's only a recycling bin facing you
If it's a gardener, then you have to
Prune yourself first
Teacher's Day Poetry 22Even if I've become you now, I'm not sure what I'm talking about.
Even if I have become you now
Even if you have begun to grow old
Like the falling leaves of the aspen trees
You have sketched the beauty of autumn with your chalk
Even if you are still standing there
Standing in the landscape
Even if the landscape has become somewhat
But I recognize it.
I recognize your back at a glance
I can read your gaze at a glance
Even if I have become you now
Even if you have begun to grow old
Like the beautiful rowan tree
The branches of the rowan tree are burning with fiery red fruits
Even if you have left the three-foot platform
Even if that chalk no longer belongs to you
Even if that chalk is no longer yours.
But you still have me
You must recognize me
My first childishness
My last reluctance
I still want to sketch a holiday for you
I still want to beat the rhythm of the short board
Even if I've become you
Even if I've become you
I still want to beat the rhythm of the short board.
Even if you have begun to grow old --
Teacher's Day Poem 23Going to Herd the Sheep
I went to see you one winter morning
This is the first time I've ever seen you in a house, and I'm not sure if I know what I'm talking about. A lifetime of work has produced countless elites
And your children are still banging on the dirt
A glance at the sky
I can see you shaking your whip
Wearing a sheepskin coat
Letting the tip of the whip whip whip out countless times
Only the mountains respond to your questions
Only the mountains respond to your questions
Only the "Baa Baa Baa Baa Baa Baa Baa Baa Baa Baa Baa Baa Baa Baa Baa Baa Baa Baa Baa Baa Baa Baa Baa Baa Baa Baa Baa Baa Baa Baa Baa Baa Baa Baa Baa The "baa" of your lonely voice repeats your loneliness
Back in the day, you were handsome and elegant
You held the whip in your hand and reigned over the three-foot podium
You slowly poured your wisdom into the hearts of every student
How much love penetrated into your eyes when you conveyed messages
You used to put the names of the best students of the last session
You were always so proud of the people you taught, and the people you taught.
You often write the names of the last best students
on the blackboard at the beginning of the new students
They are confused, they don't know
You are the only one who proudly smiles and revels in ......
Walking on the cold white road
I wish I could see you walking on my way
I don't know if you recognize me from the past
I'm not sure I recognize you from the past
I've never seen you in my life. I wonder if you'd recognize me now
I've been wandering for a long time
Whether I should follow your shepherd's tracks
Or wait for you at the fork in the road
I ask the river that runs by my side
I ask the frosty artemesia along the roadside
As if they're all saying, "Change of season"
And then, return home with a heavy heart
And then, tell stories until spring. The story is told in the spring.