Four degrees of spring wind into silk,
Several times the autumn rain washed the gap.
Black hair accumulates frost and weaves the sun and moon,
Chalk writes spring and autumn without words.
Silkworms have not yet grown old,
Candle tears have turned into ashes, and autumn has become thicker.
Three thousand beds of peaches and plums are sown in the spring,
and the fruits of the fall are all over China.
The teacher is like a gardener,
nurturing our flowers,
but hard work,
until the physical exhaustion.
When we grow up, we must become pillars of the country,
Ah! Teachers are so selfless!
Ah! Teachers we love you!
★★★Praise Your Teacher Poem 3:★★★
--Teacher, hard work
Who - led the ignorant us into the spacious classroom,
To teach us a wealth of knowledge?
It is you! Teacher!
With your hard work,
you have nurtured the young plants that have just broken the ground in the 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've worked hard, teacher!
I can only help here teacher
Teacher - you are like the rain in the spring,
Moisturize the flowers, irrigate the earth,
And we sucked in the rain to grow up.
The teacher - you are like a breeze in the fall,
blowing the earth yellow, calling the golden rice,
and we got the fruit of the harvest.
The teacher - in the darkness of my life on the road is you for me to light a brightest lamp;
The teacher - then I am confused on the road of life is you do my guide;
The teacher
Teacher, you gave me a pair of strong wings, so that I can swim in the world of knowledge!
★★★Praise Teacher Poem 4:★★★
The golden wind sends laughter, and the fragrance of Dan Gui flowers floats.
The teacher's holiday comes again today.
The teacher for our growth, I do not know how much hard work.
The teacher's love for us, we will never forget.
Hello, teacher!
People compare teachers to red candles, illuminating others and burning themselves.
People compare the teacher to a gardener, cultivating peaches and plums all over the world.
The teacher is a noble cause under the sun.
The teacher gives us the sunshine of ideal and wisdom.
The teacher guides us on the road to a life full of sunshine.
The teacher expects us to become the sun of the new century.
The teacher's words are like spring rain that moistens my heart.
The teacher waters our growth with the rain of knowledge.
The gentle spring rain is the teacher's caress to us.
The teacher's words and teachings are as silent as the spring rain.
The teacher is willing to be a green leaf, and hold us up as a red flower.
The teacher is a green leaf, happy to quietly dedication.
The green color of the green leaf symbolizes the teacher's everlasting youth.
When we are like flowers in full bloom, we can never forget the kindness of green leaves.
The teacher is like a big tree, with its head in the blue sky and its feet on the earth, silently benefiting 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.
Small trees will grow into a pillar of material, not forgetting the gardener's cultivation grace.
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 big tree, our teacher is good.
★★Praise Teacher Poem V:★★★
You offer a flower,
I offer a flower,
Let's weave a big garland,
To our 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,
sparkling with enchanting light;
your song is like a spring brook,
bringing joy to all.
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 Poem 6:★★★
September, as expected.
The world is thus splendid.
We sing of September,
for it is your eternal festival.
We remember September,
for it is our sincere confession.
September is a cup full of love,
We raise our hands high
in the sound of a sincere blessing,
please drink a toast.
September's music has been played,
Please accept our September dedication,
All the teachers who struggle in the education front.
★★★Praise for your teachers:★★★
I remember your powdered hands
I remember your charitable teaching
I remember your new hair
Because of you, the students can be successful
Because of you, the world is civilized
The teacher, you are the light
The teacher, you are the light
The teacher, you are the light
The teacher, you are the light
The teacher, you are the light
The teacher, you are the light
The teacher, you are the light
The teacher, you are the light
Find a home for lost children
Teacher, you are an angel
★★★Praise for Teachers:★★★
Ode to Teachers
Other people get gold from life
You can only get the scent of a flower
Your gold is the sun in the morning
Your silver is the moon in the fifteenth day
But still, you are happy.
But you still whistle happily
Your pride is the fragrance of peaches and plums
You are the wax candle,
flickering faintly;
You are the gardener,
shedding beads of hard work drop by drop and shine;
Ah!
Teacher-
You brought me up,
Let me shine for the motherland;
Ah!
Teacher-
You taught me how to be a man,
Your heart's blood runs in my veins!
Teacher, you have worked hard
Who -
led us into the spacious classroom,
teaching us a wealth of knowledge?
It is you! Teacher!
You sweat hard,
nurturing the springtime seedlings.
Who--
Educated the naughty ones
into people who can be considerate and helpful to others?
It is you! Teacher!
Your care is like a warm spring breeze
warming our hearts.
Who is it that -
grows our young children
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!
Thinking of the gardener
All the past will become affectionate nostalgia--
Teacher, I miss the middle school era, I miss the alma mater, I miss you ......
If the time can be rewound, so that I can return to the student era--
If the time can be rewound, so that I can return to the student era. back to the student days--
Dear teacher, how I would like to listen to your earnest teachings ......
After the long years of farewell, your voice, often ringing in my ears; your figure, often in front of my eyes appear; your teachings, resident in my heart ......
Life is a road without end, I walk, walk, and keep walking. When I am tired and slack, your firm face, resolute voice and resilient spirit will float in my memory. Teacher, you taught me to live, how can I forget you!
Whenever the moment of harvest, I can not help but miss the hard work of the plowman ---- teacher.
Teacher, although the parting is long, and your image seems to be a brilliantly shiny point of light, has been flashing in my heart.
Today, I am in a distant place, you gave me yesterday, folded into the memory of the boat, let it float in the lake of thoughts.
The costumes are still the same, the look is still the same. Your familiar board book, familiar voice, will lead our thoughts to the old student days. Oh, teacher ......
Miss you, dear teacher! In my heart I treasure the gaze of your bright eyes, they are like two clear springs, forever running in the valley of my heart ......
Drinking from its streams, remembering its source, and remembering my teacher when I learn from it.
Admiration of the gardener
You warmed the heart of every student with your fire-like emotion, countless hearts were stirred by your traction, and even your back cohesive hot eyes ......
You're not an actor, but you attracted our hungry eyes; you're not a singer, but you let the clear spring of knowledge tinkling, singing charming songs. You are not an actor, but you attract our hungry eyes; you are not a singer, but you make the spring of knowledge tinkle and sing charming songs; you are not a sculptor, but you shape the souls of young people ...... Teacher, how can I forget you!
Carved on the board of the name may not be immortal, carved in stone on the name may not be immortal; teacher, your name is engraved on our hearts, which is truly eternal.
Your thoughts and words are poetic, philosophical and magical, and in my mind, they have stirred up many wonderful ripples!
You respected sincerity and honesty, as a guideline for people in the world. You were a role model for us students.
I worship great men and famous people, but I am more eager to dedicate my respect and praise to an ordinary person -
My teacher you.
You were strict with us and modeled your actions. Your exhortations, requests, and even orders, once put forward, we must do, and yet always make us happy and consciously act. This is the image that you have left in my heart.
In my mind, you are the strictest father, but also the most kind mother; you are an unsung hero, but also a famous teacher.
Your voice and smile, when flashing in front of my eyes; you are the character personality, always treasured in the depths of my memory.
Ah, the teacher--
Engineer of the soul of mankind, only this glorious name, has a rich as the sea, the blue sky as deep as the connotation!
The teacher, this glorious name, will be like a brilliant star, forever high in our breasts.
Even if my temples are gray, I will still call you a teacher from the bottom of my heart! In front of this sacred and noble word, I will always be a student in need of enlightenment!
In the sea of life, teacher, you are like a high beacon light, standing in the vast sea, at all times for us to guide the voyage forward!
Burning yourself without stint, giving out all the heat, all the light, all the energy. Teacher, you are like a red candle, loved and admired!
Some people say, the teacher's grace is like a mountain, because the mountain is lofty, so that people respect. I would also like to say that the teacher's grace is like the sea, because the sea is vast, immeasurable.
You in the minds of the students, is the "true seed, good messenger, the banner of beauty.
You are the fire in the winter, the shade in the heat, the stepping stone in the turbulence, and the beacon in the sea of fog.
The teacher, you teach by example, educate people, willing to serve as a ladder, unforgettable!
Praise the gardener
Teacher, everyone says you cultivate the pillars of the motherland; I have to say, 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 used in two words is - burning! Burning without stopping!
Your lectures are so rich and colorful that each chapter seems to open a window in front of me, allowing me to see a splendid new world ......
Ah, with you, the garden is this colorful, the earth is full of spring! Teacher, push open the window and see, this garden full of spring color, this garden full of peaches and plums, are saluting you!
If there is no nourishment of your thoughts, how can you bloom so many beautiful flowers of the soul? Ah, teacher, the engineer of the human soul, there is no one who will not praise you!
Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and happiness. Teacher, you are the sower of hope and happiness!
Teacher, you are the cultivator of beauty, the sower of beauty. It is you with the beauty of the sunshine, with the beauty of the dew moisturizing, our heart field green grass, flowers!
You are busy with the blooming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, and you are silently draping the green shade of leaves! Ah, teacher, your spirit, always in my heart!
You are like the root of a silent tree, making the tree grow, and making the branches full of fruit, but not asking for any reward.
You gave us a ruler of life, so that we ourselves every day to measure; you gave us an exemplary behavior of the mirror, so that we everywhere have to learn from the example.
You are the bridge that connects us to the cut-off mountains and leads us to the peaks of harvest; you are the green vine, tough and slender, that guides us to the ganoderma lucidum and ginseng at the top of the cliff.
When a seedling needs a cup of water, never send a bucket of water; and when a bucket of water is needed, never give a cup of water. To give at the right time, in the right amount, is the skill of a good gardener. And that, my teacher, is precisely your art of education.
Not counting the hard work of an ink stone cold, peach ripe flow Dan, plum ripe skill disabled, planting flowers easy tree people difficult. The valley flying fragrance is not ordinary, poetry on earth, painting on earth, the talents of the people smile open face.
Teacher, you use the most noble feelings of mankind - love, sowing spring, sowing ideals, sowing power ......
Sowing seeds with words, plowing with colorful pencils, watering with sweat, nourishing with heart and soul, this is our beloved teacher! sublime labor.
You work in the present day, but building the motherland's tomorrow; you teach in the classroom, achievements but in the four corners of the motherland.
Teachers, 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, dip it, wash it ...... over the years, the grains of sand will become a pearl, glittering.
Your career as a teacher, there are countless proud and happy memories, but you treasured them in the bottom of your heart, but just watching a garden to be opened up.
If I were a poet, I would write a poem with passion to praise the vastness and depth of the sea. And I would dedicate it to you, my teacher, who has a big heart and deep knowledge.
The teacher is the spark that ignites the fire of the student's mind; the teacher is the stone level that bears the student's step-by-step upward climb.
You are like a candle, although weak, but there is a point of heat, a point of light, illuminating others, exhausted themselves. This selfless dedication will never be forgotten.
Your language of lectures, pleasant as the tinkling of the mountain springs, kindly like a babbling brook, as exciting as a rushing river ......
The silkworms did not say anything boastful in their lives, that spit out of the silver silk is the measure of the value of life ruler. Dear teacher, you have never shown off in front of others, but the blooming peach and plum, is the highest evaluation of you.
Your love, the general warmth of the sun, the general warmth of the spring breeze, the general sweetness of the spring. Your love, more severe than the father's love, more delicate than the mother's love, more pure than friendship. You - the teacher's love, the world's greatest, the highest clean.
The firefly's valuable, in that hung in the back of the lamp, specializing in lighting others; your respectable, is always to provide convenience to others.
Who spreads the rain on the earth? Who is the seedling hard to nurture? It is you, the teacher, you are a great gardener! Look at the flowers blooming all over the place, which one does not have your heart and soul, which one does not have your smile!
Your lecture, is so rich and colorful, each chapter seems to open a window in front of me, let me see a colorful new world ......
Ah, with you, the garden is this colorful, the earth is full of spring! Teacher, push open the window and see, this garden full of spring color, this garden full of peaches and plums, are saluting you!
If there is no nourishment of your thoughts, how can you bloom so many beautiful flowers of the soul? Ah, teacher, the engineer of the human soul, there is no one who will not praise you!
Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and happiness. Teacher, you are the sower of hope and happiness!
Teacher, you are the cultivator of beauty, the sower of beauty. It is you with the beauty of the sunshine, with the beauty of the dew moisturizing, our heart field green grass, flowers!
You are busy with the blooming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, and you are silently draping the green shade of leaves! Ah, teacher, your spirit, always in my heart!
You are like the root of a silent tree, making the tree grow, and making the branches full of fruit, but not asking for any reward.
You gave us a ruler of life, so that we ourselves every day to measure; you gave us an exemplary behavior of the mirror, so that we everywhere have to learn from the example.
You are the bridge that connects us to the cut-off mountains and leads us to the peaks of harvest; you are the green vine, tough and slender, that guides us to the ganoderma lucidum and ginseng at the top of the cliff.
When a seedling needs a cup of water, never send a bucket of water; and when a bucket of water is needed, never give a cup of water. To give at the right time, in the right amount, is the skill of a good gardener. And that, my teacher, is precisely your art of education.
Not counting the hard work of an ink stone cold, peach ripe flow Dan, plum ripe skill disabled, planting flowers easy tree people difficult. The valley flying fragrance is not ordinary, poetry on earth, painting on earth, the talents of the people smile open face.
Teacher, you use the most noble feelings of mankind - love, sowing spring, sowing ideals, sowing power ......
Sowing seeds with words, plowing with colorful pencils, watering with sweat, nourishing with heart and soul, this is our beloved teacher! sublime labor.
You work in the present day, but building the motherland's tomorrow; you teach in the classroom, achievements but in the four corners of the motherland.
Teachers, 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, dip it, wash it ...... over the years, the grains of sand will become a pearl, glittering.
Your career as a teacher, there are countless proud and happy memories, but you treasured them in the bottom of your heart, but just watching a garden to be opened up.
If I were a poet, I would write a poem with passion to praise the vastness and depth of the sea. And I would dedicate it to you, my teacher, who has a big heart and deep knowledge.
The teacher is the spark that ignites the fire of the student's mind; the teacher is the stone level that bears the student's step-by-step upward climb.
You are like a candle, although weak, but there is a point of heat, a point of light, illuminating others, exhausted themselves. This selfless dedication will never be forgotten.
Your language of lectures, pleasant as the tinkling of the mountain springs, kindly like a babbling brook, as exciting as a rushing river ......
The silkworms did not say anything boastful in their lives, that spit out of the silver silk is the measure of the value of life ruler. Dear teacher, you have never shown off in front of others, but the blooming peach and plum, is the highest evaluation of you.
Your love, the general warmth of the sun, the general warmth of the spring breeze, the general sweetness of the spring. Your love, more severe than the father's love, more delicate than the mother's love, more pure than friendship. You - the teacher's love, the world's greatest, the highest clean.
The firefly's valuable, in that hung in the back of the lamp, specializing in lighting others; your respectable, is always to provide convenience to others.
Who spreads the rain on the earth? Who is the seedling hard to nurture? It is you, the teacher, you are a great gardener! Look at the flowers blooming all over the place, which one does not have your heart and soul, which one does not have your smile on the shadow!
Wishing
Add, subtract, multiply and divide, can't count the dedication you have made! The poem, song and song, can't praise you enough! You use the manna of knowledge to water the flowers of our ideals; you use the clear spring of the heart to moisturize the beautiful fruits of our sentiments. In this unusual festival, to offer our deep blessings!
Every year, I send you the first ray of spring light together with a greeting card, my dear teacher, may spring always be with you!
The sun shines, the gardener's heart is warm in spring; the rain nourishes, the peach and plum branches are red - I wish you a happy Teacher's Day.
You are a gardener, adding color to the mountains and rivers of the motherland; you are like the spring rain, moistening the peaches and plums, and the land of China is full of fragrance. In this festive season, let me offer a flower of the heart to express my sincere wishes to you.
With the sky full of colorful sunshine to write a song of praise, with flowers all over the place to weave a poem, but also can't express our congratulations to the teacher's holiday!
I am not your best student, but you are my most respected teacher. In your holiday, I want to dedicate a high respect to you.
The beloved teacher, your teaching is like the spring breeze, like the rain, always in my heart. I sincerely wish you: happiness, as you wish!
We have grown from seedlings into trees, but will always be your students. In your old age, I wish you the evergreen of the tree of life.
You have taught us according to our abilities and enlightened our hearts. We come to congratulate you on your victory with excellent grades!
Teachers, I wish you education of students, talented, elite.
Teacher, you are sincere, kind and wonderful. May the hearts of all your students be open to you.
May the musical notes of my little stream echo forever in your deep valley.
When the sea ebbs, leave the colorful shells on the beach. When we graduate, we dedicate our sincere wishes to our teachers.
Two Teacher's Day poems
(1)
Legend has it that angels sing beautiful songs when they come down to the world
I just happened to pass by the fork in the road
The branches are cold and lonely
The scent of a sycamore flower
The ray of light through the clean
You folded a paper crane and held it in your hand
The smile is long.
What kind of silence and noise is this
Hilarious loneliness gazing into the distance
I can't think of you as a statue or anything else
Like millions of walks
The path is winding and must have its own direction
Often asked what is worthy of praise
Indecision or astonishment?
Ah, I can't even begin to describe it with my thoughts
Suddenly, you turn around
Smile floats in the window
Just a metaphor
Just an imagination
The most touching hope turns out to be the unintentional glance
Passion sinks in, and then comes up again
The second
I don't know where the most beautiful words are born
I don't know where the most beautiful words are born. I don't know where the most beautiful words are born
Rhymes are scattered
I only hear the sparrow's call resting on the window
Dreaming of a sycamore flower
Or the stars
And the lamps
Each flashing their own lights
Cool or warm
Not because of the obsession you're stuck in Silence
It's not because of fantasy that you're a bit boisterous
Like all people
You're ordinary and extraordinary
They're blazing their own trail
No need for admiration
No need to look up so much
The wind blows, the rain stops falling
A touch of cloud drifts across the shore
How many years of seasons, how many spring, summer, autumn and winter,
You are the red candle burning bright life,
Dedication of a few more blood and sweat, do not want to stay in the history of the name,
You use the true feelings of spreading the wisdom of the kindling,
With the true feelings of the wisdom of the kindling.
Like the spring silkworms that gave their life's loyalty,
like the winter plums that sang the song of early spring.
How many nights, how many times the lights are on,
You have a figure in the long night,
The green silk between the hair, three feet of the podium swinging laughter,
You shorten the distance between the heart and the heart with the love of friendship.
You are the sunshine that melts the ice of indifference,
You are the guide that leads people out of the labyrinth of science.
Ah! Glorious teacher, hard-working gardener!
Peach and plum fragrance is your joy, silent dedication selfless heart.
Ah! Glorious teacher, diligent gardener!
The fragrance of peaches and plums is your joy, silent dedication of the selfless heart
To the mulberry tree
When you try to grow a new leaf
Can't wait to call me
Look at me
Chewing on your dedication
When you have a red mulberry for me
To rejoice in the
Calling to me
Listening to the sound of my
greedy chewing
How many days and nights
You fed my crystalline body
Your own slow aging
Without ever complaining about a single word
And without expecting
To be immortalized in my memories
That I, in my ignorance, did not have
Exclusively in the games of youth
Unaware of the end of time
And retreated in the distant sky
Until today, when I know how to cry for you
Today
I know
I'm your eternal silkworm
I can't stay away from your sweet-smelling shoulder
Hiding in your soft and strong armpits
I'm your eternal silkworm
Hiding in your soft and strong armpits
I'm your eternal silkworm
Hiding in your soft and strong armpits
Hiding in your soft and strong armpits
Hiding in your soft and strong armpit
Enjoying your huge crown
Sifting down the sun's broken shadow
Warming up my every ignorant dream
Ah
Until today
Today
I didn't know how to cry for you
I knew
I'm your everlasting silk worm
I hold up my tiny, shiny head
but still can't speak any
love language
I hope you'll accept it 3Q