I would say that you are the pillars of the motherland!
It is you who supports the backbone of our generation;
You are like a red candle, giving all your heat and light for the future generations!
Your character and spirit can be described in two words that is
-burning!
Non-stop burning;
Teacher, if you compare you to a clam, then the students are the grains of sand in the clam,
You love to lick it, grind it, wash it ......
Over the years, the grains of sand will become a pearl, glittering.
When we left the school lightly, you are running around the campus,
When we relax and play, you are under the lamp alone smell of books.
Spring, summer, fall, winter, cold, summer, you quietly dedicate your youth.
You are not an actor, but attracted our hungry eyes;
You are not a singer, but let the knowledge of the spring tinkling;
You are not a sculptor, but shaped the soul of a number of young students
Your love, the sun, general warmth, the spring breeze general warmth, the general sweetness of the spring.
Your love is more severe than a father's love, more delicate than a mother's love, more pure than friendship.
Added, subtracted, multiplied and divided, can't count the dedication you have made!
Poetry, song and song, can not praise your reverence!
You use the nectar of knowledge to water the flowers of our ideals;
You use the clear spring of the mind to nurture the beautiful fruit of our sentiment.
In this unusual holiday, please allow us to offer our deep blessings:
There is a Bole, and then there is a horse. Thank you, my teacher! You didn't regret your choice
Walked into the classroom after picking up the chalk
With that burning heart
Tilled a pristine rich golden land
You didn't think of backing out here
Career started from a blank space on the blackboard
Watched the short stick in your hand slowly disappearing
Drifting lost in the endless caring
The gray shavings of love in the sky
whitened your black hair
from then on your years melted into water
from then on your mornings and evenings became fat
from then on your heart and soul were poured into
this tender and lovely black land
without any remorse
you toiled hard on that side
- with joy in the midst of bitterness
You planted your hopes in that golden soil
and then they grew into trees under your watering
- supporting this land
The years did not bend you
You bent the years
You stood for decades
You gave us your precious freedom
You gave us a more precious youth
But you didn't leave behind a trace of regret either. Black and white concerto.
Songs are therefore melodious
You put inch after inch of dust
stained your temples
Paved the ladder of growth with your shoulders
We climbed to the top of the cliff
but left our footprints on your body
Shake the fruit tree of the years
Fall the sweet fruits
You smiled, but waved your handand quietly retreated
into the white clouds of the sky
into the glittering stars
silently, shining at the dawn
on the three-foot altar
Day and night, it was you who composed
a concerto in black and white
[Classical Complexion] A gift to your teacher for Teacher's Day
[Classical Complexion] A gift to your teacher for Teacher's Day
This is the first of the many ways in which we can honor our teachers.
The mission of preaching and answering questions is difficult, and it is hard to sleep at night and not know.
The paperwork adds gray hairs, the projections hurt the mind and lose Chinese years.
It is always a pleasure to carry the word of God with you, and to have a book in your hand is always a sweet dream.
It is not necessary to say that the four walls are as poor as a wash, but the garden is full of peaches and plums.
The Teacher's Day (Poem)
One
Outside the Pavilion
Your flute has wrinkled the waters of autumn
Today, we are parting ways again
Grasses are so blue
The podium
Tells of your life's love
Well-fed swallows
They are more than ready for the blue sky.
And you
The years have been frosty, the candles have turned to ashes
Outside the pavilion, by the old road
Tall buildings have risen up one by one
Two
Candles
Burning your own self
Lighting up someone else
In your twenties you came to the village
And you left your your beloved girlfriend
And the city's prosperous retention
Spring cold, summer rain, autumn frost, winter snow
Lonely winds accompany you
The rickety hut that houses you
Only the babbling brook speaks on your behalf
Decades of silent affection
Weekend Gong spits out
Your handsome is the memory of the old days
Your handsome is the memory of the old days
You are the one who is the most important person in the world.
You are a candle
Lighting up the paths of the mountain villages
Burning out the foolishness of the world
Three
Spring rains
Leeping with the wind
Making things silent
That's you
Nudging up the message of spring
Bit by bit
This is you
Bit by bit
Stern and meticulous
Buds blooming
Flowers gradually rotting
Four
Carnations
Nothing to give to you
A carnation
Pale, with frosty beads on the branch
Ah, Teacher
You gave all your You have given me all the warmth
You have given me all the sincerity
Take it
This child's small heart
Teacher's Day Musings (Two Songs)
Teacher's Day Musings (Two Songs)
Yinde Sheng
1. Candle
Waxed with youth
Flamed with the heart
This candle is the flame of the heart.
Candle A small light
is enough to drive away all the darkness
Teacher, who gave you such a metaphor
is so apt
that it makes me sigh at times
I can't forget
Around us
in the darkness and in the mind blinded by ignorance
there is a great deal of light in the darkness, and in the darkness of the heart.
Often we can see
the bright eyes of the candle
always shining
Teacher, we have reason to believe
that wherever there is ignorance
there is you
and wherever there is darkness
there is light
The silk worm
chews the years and the mulberry leaves
a taste.
A kind of taste
Impregnates the whole body
Life
is always short
In the limited time
Repentlessly pouring out the truth
From life to death
It is a kind of metamorphosis of the beauty
Silkworms
Interpreted the true meaning of the life of the existence of the
The silk worm
The silk worm is the most important part of the life of the world, and it is the only one that can be used in the world.
Poem dedicated to Teachers' Day (group poem)
September
September fruity
September chrysanthemums yellow
September we remember who is still sowing hope
September we collect the sunshine
September we sing with affection
September is a season of touching treasured for a lifetime by the eyes of the inquiring mind
September has blessings among the leaves of autumn.
September is a season of blessings flying among the autumn leaves
September is a season of poets composing immortal poems
September is a season we haven't forgotten who silently made our wedding garments
September is a season we don't dare to forget
September is a season we don't dare to forget who taught us to think
September is a season we don't dare to forget who made the world a place where there is love and the sound of books.
September we dare not forget who built the temple of knowledge with hard work
September we dare not forget who guided the way in the confusion
September we kept the harvest of wheat
September we still grew up in the textbooks
September we will not forget the admiration that we remembered with a touching touch
There is something
There is something called the sacred.
There is something called the sacred
The star that dawns in the sky
It silently shines on those who came first and those who came later
Together, they will walk towards the light that has flashed countless times in their dreams
There is something called eternity
It is the rock by the seashore watching for the tide to come back
It will gradually consume its life in the rain and the wind
Become the totem of countless pilgrims worshipping the sacred.
There is something called sincerity
It is the unadorned white cloud
Bearing too much of its own fatigue
The longing eyes of a bird wanting to fly
There is something called love and simplicity and devotion
Or
There is something else that can be called a compliment, because it is too beautiful
Yes, there are people who have written a great song with their own words. Someone who writes a great poem with himself
Like the wordless ear of wheat that grows and harvests and gives birth to hope
Week after week
Over the hill is the school
When I was a child
Mother said, "Over the hill is the school."
Where there are lots of little children, and brightly lit classrooms
Mother said, "Where the teachers don't scold the little children.
I looked over the hill every day and watched the clouds fly by in beautiful streams
As I grew up
Mother said, "Over the hill is the school
There is the school that holds dreams of flying and wisdom
Mother said, "There is the teacher who teaches you to read, write, count, and be human."
Every day, I filled a bag full of
Over the mountain is the school
There are so many traces that have passed through the years
Mother said that the only thing that never changes is the sound of reading
And the figure of the teacher who never tires
A short poem
(1) Chalk
The ancient limestone has been incinerated
The history of thousands of years is still in its memory
The history of thousands of years is still in its memory
The history of thousands of years is still in its memory
The history of the school is still in its memory
There is a school in the city that is as silent as the backbone of the mountain. Thousands and thousands of years of history
The white body of a man crossed in his eyes
The man who wanted to change history was inspired
Blackboard
You're silent, is it because the night is still here
The traces of a shooting star is a poem of praise
Though no one has ever tried to discover your beauty I know
You shake your skirt, and you're a man of the world
And I know that.
When you shake your skirt, you can shake off the words of 5,000 years of cohesion
Did you forget
(3) Changing the text
On the table was a thick pile of young handwriting
Some dreams were already flying happily when they were opened
A student wrote, "I want to be a scientist, I want to be a doctor," and another one said, "Teacher, I want to be a teacher.
The whole office was filled with smiles and pride
(4) Dismissal
The time has come to ring the bell for the dismissal of the school
Standing by class, in a row and standing at attention
The principal was issuing orders from the podium
Remember, don't forget the rules of the student's code of conduct
Don't forget to mark your homework
Don't forget that
The school is not a place for students to learn.
Don't forget
Dismissed All of a sudden, there was no one left on the playground
To a female teacher in the countryside
Holding on to a kind of silent vigil
You're there, waiting to walk into the scale of time
The sound of the rain in a distant land becomes a bit mournful in the midst of thoughts
Someone misses the moment when a drop of rain slips down from the eaves
The shadows creep past your eyes
The shadows creep past your eyes
When the rain falls from the eaves
The shadows fall down, the shadows fall away.
Some innocent hibiscus flowers bloomed on the campus
A short, untitled poem appeared between the soft petals
Your scarlet face blossomed with innocence even among the flowers
Let the silence of the night pass like that
Under the lonely lamp
there was a messy homework book and handwriting that flew from afar
.You sit in front of the desk, the pen in your palm, in the frogs singing outside the window
Find a certain kind of touch, turn it into a vision of sunshine and laughter late at night, and some of the stories become distant classics
Butterfly in Love with Flowers?
The red leaves reflecting the sunshine, the painting,
The fruitfulness,
The real fun is incomparable.
The festive season is on the right track,
Shaoyin is the perfect rhyme for the great achievements.
The wax torch burns brilliantly,
The guts and the liver are drained,
The red flag is sacrificed with determination.
Achievements have been made in the past,
Attachment to the spring.
Send you a bouquet of flowers (dedicated to Teachers' Day)
Send you a bouquet of flowers
To take the mountain
Fear that time is running out
The flower wilted into a short period of time
Continue not to be able to
Heart of the unlimited
Not want to let the paper flower
Fade memory of the colorful
Least of all, not want to plastic flower
The warmth of my feelings
Send you a bouquet of silk flowers
Place them on your desk
Beside the lamp that never sleeps
The odorless fragrance
My silent words
The small flowers
My wishes
Let them keep you company
through every
day and night of sowing knowledge -
Teachers' Day Essay Written on the Tenth Teachers' Day
Teachers are the engineers who shape mankind, the gardeners who diligently irrigate the flowers of the motherland. Teachers,
as the noblest cause under the sun, have been respected and loved since ancient times; to the social
socialism is flourishing today, respect for teachers has become the fine tradition of the entire Chinese nation.
Teacher, you are like Mr. Lu Xun said is a cow, eating grass, milk and
blood. Teachers, you with profound knowledge, teaching spirit and selfless love for students, training
nurtured generation after generation of "four" construction of the pillar of talent, for the motherland's prosperity and strength of the indelible < / p>
meritorious achievement.
Teachers, you use your shoulders to pick up the beam of talent for the motherland, with both hands to lift up the motherland
blue sky, lifting up the motherland's hope and future. Teachers, when you are the world's colorful, according to
Ran silently plowing in their posts, in the merciless years of slow aging down.
The Chinese land, no mountain is not beautiful, no water is not beautiful! But without your sowing, today's nine
State will not have ancient and civilization coexist, and will not present this vibrant. Teachers, your students
students will never forget your sea of deep grace. We will do nine days of the swan, fighting in the sky;
The sky is high and the wind is fast, we will spread our wings to the sky, soaring in the blue sky of the motherland! Teacher
Please allow me to put on a feather duster for you
In this long winter
Let me sing a song for you
A wordless song of gratitude
I can't forget your loving eyes. I can't forget your loving eyes, your hopeful eyes
It's as if the September sunshine is dense and peaceful. ......
I can't forget your thinning figure
It's the hard work behind the smile
Like the red maple in autumn
Reflecting the wasted time of the years
But no regrets, the first ......
I can't look at you, my beloved teacher
Because of your giving, there is not a single empty soul
On this holy day
Deepest wishes to you
Happy Holidays
Not forgetting that today is your holiday
Time passes by unnoticeably
You're the closest thing I have. In my growing up years
Your hard sweat
You gave us rich knowledge
To educate us to become the pillars of the country
Your silent dedication
Hard watering
Till a batch of
The fruit
Teaching like a Spring breeze
The teacher's grace is like the depth of the sea
On this day
Sincerely wish you
Happy teacher's day
--Teachers, hard work
Who-
It is you! Teacher!
With the sweat of your brow,
you nurtured the seedlings that broke the ground in spring.
Who was it that educated the naughty ones
into people who could be considerate and helpful to others?
It is you! Teacher!
Your care is like a warm spring breeze
warming our hearts.
Who is the one who nurtured us into mature and sensible teenagers?
It is you! Teacher!
Your protection allows us to grow up healthy.
Bearing fruit in the golden fall.
You have worked hard! Teacher!
The people who work hard in the heat and cold.
You have worked hard! Teacher!
The people who gave their youth without a second thought.
We salute you!
-You have worked hard, teacher!
An ordinary name that has stood in the lexicon for thousands of years
An ordinary profession that has lasted for thousands of years on the earth
This name has not been written in the glorious annals of history, nor has it ever been headlined in the press
This profession has not been able to exchange for fascinating riches, nor has it been able to win outstanding fame
But the ordinary is not an alias for the small.
To this end, we would like to proclaim with affection and pride that teachers will live forever with heaven and earth)
Every day, we welcome the rising sun into the quiet classroom
into the hunger and thirst into the expectation into the pair of inquiring eyes
In the soil of the heart, we work hard to sow
In the field of hope, we work silently
On the field of hope, we work hard.
The years, along with the clouds, have passed away
White hair, stepping on the bells, climbed up on the temples
Perhaps the life and the chalk together with the wear and tear will attract sighs of pity
But we will never be discouraged by this, regret.
Because the value of life has been heavily displayed in the career scales
Not bad, in the eyes of the world, the profession of teachers, the lack of attractive aperture
Some people say that the teacher is the tears of the candle illuminated other people, but burned themselves
There are also some people who say: Teachers are the salt that everyone needs, but can not afford to sell the price
Dear friends, you have ever thought
Can be a good teacher and a good teacher, but also a good teacher, but not a good teacher. p>
Can do a burning red candle life in the dedication to get eternal and a nation, a country lack of salt, and how haggard the face.
Saying that we are poor, and indeed poor, clean wind two sleeves, powder all over.
Saying that we are rich, we can also be said to be rich in excellence, the peach and plum full of gardens.
We have the nursery to cultivate the pillar, we have the temple to beautify the soul.
Standing on the starting point of the new century, let us sing for the ideal of education.
Our ideal is the colorful haze , painted more than the heavens of the cause of the broader, our ideal is the ageless hymn to the flying dream , the stirring notes scattered in the children's hearts.
With our passion to sow selfless dedication,
With our poetry to ignite romantic feelings,
With our wit to grasp every fleeting opportunity,
With our vitality to touch the children's heartbeat,
With our perseverance to write the sacred ideal of education.
Our educational ideal,
is to let every student raise the sail of hope.
Our educational ideal,
is to let every parent enjoy the joy of success.
Our educational ideal
is to let the whole society realize the magic and magnificence of education.
We have entered an era of song.
This era needs innovation, rationality, poetry and dedication.
Our lives breathe with this great age.
Our careers are taking off with this new century.
Singing voice flying full of longing, eyes full of eager expectations.
The flag of science and education has flown high.
The aircraft carrier of education is following the direction of the flag and setting sail at a new starting point.
Let us set up a high ideal of education.
With the pulse of the world's education, with the advantage of latecomers to meet the morning light of the new century, igniting the beautiful hopes of Chinese civilization, harvesting the glory of the Chinese education era.
The wind outside the window said:
"Come with me, I will guide you upward."
The clouds in the sky said:
"Come with me, I will build a rainbow for you."
The flowers in the garden say:
"Stay with me, I will weave a tapestry for you."
The waves in the river say:
"Travel with me and I will give you a better future."
The wind - it can't mess up your thoughts,
The clouds - it can't keep your love,
The flowers - it can't hide your longing,
The waves - they can't wash you away,
The waves in the river said:
"Come with me.
Waves - can't break your firmness.
That's because
You hold on to a sacred post,
A piece of heart is waiting for you to sow;
That's because
You have a piece of infinite fertile land,
The tree of life is y rooted in the hearts of children.
Winter and spring have come and gone, and the years have not stopped,
Dust has whitened your temples,
The podium has retained your figure,
The hard work has bent your back,
The hard work has changed your face.
Resigning from the temptations of the world,
The heart is like a magnet pointing to the same journey.
Time has taken away your youth,
and now you are still passionate and clean!
How many times the center of sleep is tied to the classroom,
How many times the light wakes up the morning wind,
How many sweats in the young man on the road to success beating,
How many drops of blood to the youth of the ideal color red!
Leading the hope of the motherland to climb the steep mountain of science,
Guiding the future of the nation to traverse the labyrinth of knowledge.
The persistent pursuit penetrates the clouds of history,
and the burning hope illuminates the vast space and time.
Dispel confusion with truth,
Melt the cold with passion,
Let wisdom pluck every heartstring,
Let justice occupy every heart.
Spread joy to every smiling face,
Cast every life with splendor.
Write on the blackboard the yearning of the children of the Yellow Emperor,
The classroom holds up the dawn of **** and the country.
A new long march begins at your feet,
The expectation of the dragon is born at the end of your pen.
The foundation of the socialist edifice is laid here,
The beams of the Prime are generated here.
The fragrant peaches and plums depict the beautiful land,
and the pure hearts of children light up the stars on earth.
The silk of the silkworm,
The tears of the red candle,
The dream of the gardener,
The sky and the earth and the human being converge in your lectures,
True goodness and beauty are crystallized in your words and deeds.
A school of springtime climbs up the hill with you,
and a generation of heavenly pride is sent up to the peak by you.
The wind outside the window greets you,
The clouds in the sky salute you,
The flowers in the garden smile at you,
The waves in the river rejoice at you.
It's September, the sunny September
We are in the poetic season
We are ushering in a sacred day
-Teachers' Day
On this wonderful day
We are holding beautiful flowers in our hands
along with A beautiful blessing
Together to you
--Dear Teacher
Teacher, this kind and warm name
From childhood in the heart of the root sprout
It is you, hand in hand
To teach us to open the door of knowledge
You, hand in hand
Teachers, this simple but rich name
has grown in our hearts since we were young
You, who have done everything possible
to clear the haze of our journey
You, who have worked so hard
to help us raise the
Teacher, do you remember
When we solved one problem after another
Your face would blossom into a big smile
Teacher, do you remember
When we brought back one medal after another
Your eyes would fill with tears of relief
Teacher, we all remember
Remember your faded dress
That's the purest view of the campus
Teacher, we all remember
Remember the workbook you revised with a single stroke
That's the most timeless annotations in life
Yeah - yeah!
You sowed the seeds of knowledge in our minds
Watered and nurtured in the cycle of seasons
You set up the flag of ideals in our world
Protected us on life's journey
Yeah - most of all!
You who taught us to conceive the most magnificent lines of poetry
You who taught us to compose the most majestic hymns
You who added bricks to the edifice of the soul of mankind
You who poured out your heart and blood for the cause of the soul of mankind
The Teacher, my dear Teacher
You who nurtured the flowers of the motherland with your passionate blood
You who with loyalty
Ah, my dear teacher
Your lofty spirit is the light of my life
Your selfless character is the beacon of my soul
How many gatherings are there, how many partings are there
How much expectation is there, how much will there be
You put us on the platform of our life
You give us
How much joy, how much sorrow
How much fascination, how much bitterness
In the wind and in the rain, we have never been afraid
In dreams. We have never lost our way
Tonight, tonight is a festive event
Every pair of eyes is full of tears of gratitude
Every line of verse flows with the true feelings of gratitude
Wisps of clear light are deep blessings
Double ceremonial flowers are strings of prayers
Our thoughts are as majestic as the waves of the sea
Our mood is as beautiful as verses
We want to sing a hymn to you with the most beautiful flowers
We want to sing an ode to you with the best of blessings
Teacher, dear teacher
The festival - the day - happy
White hair remembers sorrow
Wrinkles remember trouble
Time remembers pursuit
Flower offering remembers glory
Blood, sweat and light
Life is a signpost
Youth is a river of love
True love is a smile
True love is a river of love
We are happy to see you.