Poetry in Praise of Teachers

In our ordinary daily life, we have been exposed to a lot of excellent poetry, right, poetry can make people naturally touched by the language. In fact, many friends are not quite clear what kind of poetry is good poetry, the following is my carefully organized selection of poems in praise of teachers, just for reference, I hope to help you.

In Praise of Teachers

In Praise of Early Childhood Teachers

Here is the colorful paradise, here is the land of Miaozhuang,

Here is the mother's hope, here is the cradle of the doll.

Who here has the ambition of Dayu, the heart of Yao and Shun?

Who here has the wisdom of the Almighty, the love of a loving mother?

Tell me, for whom did your tears flow?

Tell me, for whom did your flowery smile blossom?

It's you, it's me, it's him, it's our honorable kindergarten teachers.

With the aura of sparkling wisdom, with the sunny tone,

For the seedlings to bud, for the green leaves to hold the umbrella, for the flowers to open, for the birds to fly,

It is you, it is me, it is him, it is us, it is our glorious early childhood teachers,

Here, here to let fly the dream of love.

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Grateful for teachers, you teach us to explore boldly with our own minds and hands, to seek and find, to make life more full of surprises!

The silk of the spring silkworm is not exhausted until it dies, and the wax torch turns into ashes and tears begin to dry. The teacher's eyes, the teacher's language, the teacher's figure, y buried in my brain. Teachers quietly ignite others, but quietly burn out the self. In the classroom teachers give guidance, so that we learn how to learn, how to cherish life. Learn the spring silkworm spits silk silk constantly, do the candle light the road road." For thousands of years, how many people compare teachers to spring silkworms, candles, in the teacher's blood, selfless dedication, to cultivate how many pillars of talent! Who can understand, which contains the sweat and tears of how many teachers, perhaps the teacher that silk white hair, spot wrinkles is the best witness.

Light as a shuttle, the years wasted. Now, we have crossed into the years of confusion, every time we think of teachers hand in hand to teach us, let us every day joy of those perfect time, we are in awe of teachers and love feelings, came to life; teachers, let's cherish this precious time it! Teachers to devote their hearts and blood to cultivate us, we can not repay today, only let us say: Teachers! Hard work, you are our eternal teacher! And it is also the most grateful people in our life!

My Teacher

Author/Writer

When I was growing up

Learning to walk with integrity

It was you who guided me with your sincere teaching

Being a human being

Learning to be knowledgeable

Learning the value of morality and righteousness

Being a human being

Learning knowledge

Understanding the value of morality and righteousness

Without you

My teacher

How much would be missing in the world

Honesty and integrity

Goodness to others

Teaching and explaining

Knowing and repaying kindness and gratitude

It is you who educated us

Truthfulness, goodness, and beauty

Are planted in our hearts

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Hymn to Teachers

It's the ordinary that makes it unique.

--Title

Teachers, a rare profession, are ordinary and noble. There have been many scholars who have sung the praises of teachers. Repeatedly praising teachers is a bit trite, but I still can't help but praise teachers to express my heartfelt gratitude.

Bi Shumin wrote in my five samples: "water, air, sunshine, flowers, pen" is the hardest thing to choose between in her life. If I were to say the five most important things in my life, then one of them would have to be "teachers". Since the school age, my side in addition to family, friends, the rest is the teacher in my life as a leader.

When I was a child, my dream was to become a teacher. But the reason is really ridiculous, because teachers can not write homework, and also be able to correct homework. After that, every time I think of this thing I can not help but laugh.

The first act of the good guidance

Each student still remember, in the hot summer, our teachers gave up the perfect lunch break, for us to answer difficult questions, tireless, over and over again until we understand. When our faces were clear, did you notice that the teacher's face was not impatient but satisfied? However, compared to you, when you leave, there is no teacher to say a "teacher, your hard work, thank you" which students are always selfish, need to have a tolerant heart ah, to forgive us.

The second act as parents

Learning life in our group of uninhibited, free-spirited 90 will always have their own troubles, some things can not speak with their parents, can not talk to their brothers, girlfriends, so the class will be distracted, attentive teachers ah, always the first to find. After school to the few time to spend with family members a little bit to us, for us to solve the problem. Think about in the learning career, we have embraced teachers, in their ears to say a "teacher, I love you!"

The third act is as close as a friend

In the games, have you ever found that the most energetic cheering is often teachers, when you cross the finish line, the most happy is the teacher. Even if you did not get the ranking, but how the teachers will care about these dear, in their minds, ah, every student is the best, as long as we have worked hard, no matter how good or bad the results, teachers are smiling. We are depressed because of certain things, teachers will be like friends to comfort us. Teachers, how fortunate we are to meet you in our lives!

Schools, such phenomena are numerous, careful we may only really experience will understand it! Teachers are selfless, without purpose, and their ultimate goal is for the students. We seem to get from the teacher everything is natural, seemingly never thought why. Maybe from today onwards, we should think about it. From today, we should do something for teachers too.

"Silkworms to death, wax torch into ashes, tears began to dry". This is the best way to describe the life of a teacher.

In my opinion, the school is not only a place to cultivate talents, but also a paradise full of humane flavor, in which we do not have to worry about deception, danger, because behind us, ah, the teacher is escorting us.

The teacher, you are like an arch bridge,

Others stepped over you,

You do not shout, and you work hard.

Whenever I see your kind face,

I think of the arch bridge.

Teacher, you are like a hard-working old bull,

plowing in the field.

Whenever I see you correcting our homework late at night,

I think of the old cow.

Teacher, you are like a hard-working gardener,

nurturing the flowers of the motherland,

but you accepted the task of training us without complaint,

no one applauded you.

Teacher, you are like a cut off candle,

lighting up others, burning themselves.

Teacher, rest,

Let the cool evening breeze blow your kind face.

Rest,

and let the stars accompany you in your sweet dreams.

Teacher, I praise you,

for your simplicity,

for your hard work.

I praise you for your hard work,

I praise you for your selflessness.

Teacher, you are like an arch bridge,

I praise you, teacher!

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When the chrysanthemum quietly blooms

I remembered

I should use it to bless our teachers

The chrysanthemum quietly

Blooms in the depths of the folk songs

Our teachers, in this season

Will be the heights that people look up to

In September. Belongs to the teacher

On the heights of September

Our teacher holds a whip

Walking silently by lecturing

Though it is said that there is only one step to reach the podium

But it is this one step

That makes the three-foot podium

From now on, the teacher's road is never finished

The seasons change their colors outside the classroom

The teacher on the podium

leads us to swim in the sea of knowledge

September belongs to the teacher

The teacher belongs to the month of September

The love that we have for the teacher

is like a chrysanthemum flower in full bloom

The teacher's love for us

is like the love that we have for the teacher.

Just like the red autumn leaves in the mountains and forests ......

The teacher's life

is destined to be set against the black night sky

Read by many eager eyes

as sublime and sacred

When the teacher quietly faces the night sky

From between her fingers, the teacher's love for us is like a chrysanthemum flower blooming in full bloom. p> From between her fingers

will flash for us fondly

a string of fairy-tale dreams

September belongs to the teacher

Teacher, it belongs to September

Geese flying high in the south

seem to be lining up with us in the schoolyard.

Waiting for the teacher's review

Dedicated to the teacher

Dear Teacher,

You are a lighthouse in my heart,

You are a bridge of friendship between students,

You build a stage for young students to display their talents.

Dear teacher,

You watched us struggle,

You watched us grow,

You accompanied us through countless times of joy and sorrow.

On the field, you saw our athletic posture,

In the classroom, you captured our eyes in search of knowledge.

When you see,

slender buds grow into trees,

young shoulders up a piece of blue sky,

you smiled comfortably, is so beautiful, kind, kind.

In your meticulous care, we feel the warmth, feel the power.

You know that it is difficult for us to repay your kindness.

My heavy teacher ah,

I can not forget, you follow the guidance, teaching,

I can not forget, your patience to explain, careful counseling,

I can not forget, you under the lights of the blood, hard work,

I can not forget the three-foot podium in front of your voice, smile, happiness and sadness.

You use your heart and soul to ignite the light in our hearts,

You use your true feelings to arouse our potential wisdom,

You are the guiding light of our ship, without complaint, silent dedication,

You are the Engineer of the Human Soul, the great connotation of life with the interpretation of life.

Thank you - my alma mater and teachers,

In fact, we only want a drop of water, but you gave us the whole ocean,

In fact, we only want a beam of sunshine, but you gave us a round of sunshine.

You are the spring, quietly sprouting ideal buds,

You are the summer, thick melting teacher-student friendship,

You are the autumn, Ying Ying sent fruitful,

You are the winter, silent purification of our hearts.

Roots, firmly rooted in the school,

fragrance, but always in our hearts.

I want to give you the most beautiful flowers,

I want to sing the most beautiful songs to you,

I want to hold the most pure heart to you.

You are the sun in my heart,

You are the spring in my heart,

You are the wave in the river of my feelings that will never die.

My beloved teachers-- Happy Teacher's Day

My Teacher

By Tribulus Terrestris

You are always teaching

No matter where I am

You have always taught me. > ever taught me, and since then

you've lectured over and over again

I used to think it couldn't fit

so much, but I didn't want to

Many years have passed

it followed me, recreating

that classroom

teaching about the outside world

I always thought it was a big world

Then I realized it couldn't go beyond your blackboard

I always thought it was a long time

Now I realize it's just a part of you

Open up a painting

In a time of need. Whenever

confused, you show up

to re-explain what has already been taught

Even my manuscripts, you

carefully check off the circles as homework

I don't know if anyone else

understands me better than you do

I'm here, you're there

You turn on my on-time

Like a farmer inspecting a tree of fruit in the field

You read my growth with all your heart

You listened to me and saw the childish child I was back then

No wonder I couldn't get out of your lectures

It turns out that your attachment has always been on the other side of the line

Long and freeing me

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I remember your dusty hands, which were stained with powder

I was a little bit tired of your work. I remember your powdered hands

I remember your charitable teaching

I remember your new silver hair

Because of you, students can be successful

Because of you, the world is civilized

Teacher, you are the light

For the lost children to find their way home

You are the breeze

You are the wind

I am the wind, you are the wind p> Teacher, you are the breeze

To send a cool breeze to the children in the scorching sun

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Red and professional; for the country and for the people.

Teach for the country; be a teacher of men.

The profession is noble; the teacher is honorable.

Respect teachers; educate the nation.

The teacher's heart is in the hands of the teacher.

Our hearts go to the people; we work hard to help them.

The red plum knows the early spring; the cypress knows the cold years.

The spring rain nourishes the fertile soil; the determination to nurture new seedlings.

The cornerstone of the building; peaches and plums in the nine states.

The cornerstone of the building supports the building; peaches and plums all over China.

We must respect the teachers and emphasize teaching.

Peach and plum friendship; orange and grapefruit in time.

Peach and plum in time; orange and grapefruit in time.

The blood of the peaches and plums; the heart of the people.

Ignite the ideal spark; cultivate the construction talent.

Nurture the flowers of the motherland; create talents for construction.

Being down-to-earth; being a conscientious teacher.

A piece of the heart of the world with the ancient; a thousand words of praise to the teacher.

A body of the country to pass on science and technology; two sleeves of clean as a teacher.

The ladder of the people skillfully built the road of climbing; the blood of the heart diligently poured the beam material.

Thousands of new poems and praises of the gardener; ten thousand songs and songs of education.

The warmth of the sun and wind and the opening of the peach and plum; pen sound ink thick writing spring and autumn.

A piece of the heart of a new seedling; a thousand songs of praise for the gardener.

The first thing I'd like to say is that I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this.

The first time I've ever seen a woman in the world, I've seen her in the world, and I've never seen her in the world.

Three feet of the podium to write brilliant, respect for teachers to continue a new chapter.

You are a star in the night

You are an indestructible lighthouse in the sea

Although the chalk is small

It can whiten your hair

The stage is not big

It is possible to show off your youthfulness

You are a burning torch

You have to be a good person.

You are a silk worm

Your selflessness, your dedication

Flowers of flowers, flowers of plums

You are the stone that paves the way

You are the ladder that climbs up the cliffs

Standing higher, seeing farther

You are the spine of the nation

You are a monument to our times

The Great Wall of Steel, forging dreams

You are a monument to the ages. The Great Wall of steel, forging dreams

You are the engineer of souls

You are the creator of civilization

Thousands of years of inheritance, everlasting light

I want to sing for you

Behind you

is full of rain and sunshine

I want to write poems for you

You are

My idol

I want to sing for you. >

My idol and strength

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Teacher, everyone says that you are nurturing the pillars of the motherland; 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 the heat and light for future generations! Your character and spirit, can be used in two words - burning!

Unceasingly burning!

The lessons you taught were so rich and colorful that each chapter seemed to open a window in front of me, allowing me to see a colorful new world ......

Ah, with you, the garden is this colorful, the earth is full of spring!

Teacher, push open the window to see, this garden full of spring color, this garden full of peaches and plums, are saluting you!

If you don't have your thoughts moisturized, how can you bloom so many beautiful flowers of the soul?

Ah, teacher, the engineer of the soul of mankind, who will not praise you!

The first thing you need to do is to spread the knowledge of the world, which is to sow 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 is green grass like grass, flowers like a blossom!

You are busy with the blooming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, and silently draping the green shade of leaves!

Ah, teacher, your spirit, always remember my heart!

You are much like the silent roots of the tree, so that the small tree grows, and make the branches full of fruitful, but do not ask for any reward.

You gave us a ruler of life, let us measure ourselves every day;

You gave us a mirror of exemplary behavior, so that we everywhere have to learn from the example.

You are the bridge that connects us to the mountains that have been cut off, allowing us to move towards the peak of the harvest;

You are the green vine, tough and slender, guiding us to pick up the ganoderma lucidum and ginseng on the top of the cliff.

When the seedlings need 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 in due time, and in due measure, is the skill of a good gardener.

My teacher, this is precisely your art of education.

Not counting the hard work of an ink stone cold, peaches ripe and flowing Dan, plum ripe and skillful, planting flowers is easy to tree people difficult.

The valley is full of fragrance, poems and paintings, and the people of the world are smiling.

Teacher, you use the most noble feelings of mankind - love, sowing spring, sowing ideals, sowing power ......

Sowing with words, plowing with colorful pens, watering with sweat, moisturizing with heart and soul, this is the noble labor of our beloved teacher.

You work in the present day, but the construction of the motherland tomorrow; you teach in the classroom, but the achievements in the four corners of the motherland.

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, 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 with passion and praise the vastness and depth of the sea.

And dedicate it to you, my teacher with a big heart and deep knowledge.

Teachers are the spark that ignites the fire of the student's mind; teachers are the stone level that bears the students step by step to climb upward.

You are like a candle, although weak, but there is a point of heat, a point of light, illuminated others, exhausted themselves. This selfless dedication is something we will never forget.

The language of your lectures, as pleasant as the tinkling of the mountain springs, kindly like a babbling brook, as exciting as a rushing river ......

The silkworm did not say anything boastful in his life, and 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 is more severe than father's love, more delicate than mother's love, more pure than friendship.

You - the teacher's love, the world's greatest, the highest clean.

The firefly's valuable, with the light hanging on the back end of the lamp, specializing in the light of others; your honorable, is always to provide convenience to others.

Who spread the dew on the earth?

Who is the one who nurtured the seedlings?

It is you, 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!

When the sea ebbs, the colorful shells are left on the beach.

When we graduate, we dedicate our sincere wishes to our teachers.

People say;

You are like a red candle that burns itself and illuminates others.

People also say;

You are the gardener, working hard to cultivate flowers.

I said:

You are the mother of the life to the end, spitting blood.

On this glorious day of September.

We send the most sincere words to all teachers:

Teachers, I wish you a happy holiday!

Love, melting in the heart of children

Whenever children enter the garden, you are always the first to arrive,

greeting your children with a smile and bringing them happiness.

Whenever the children were in class, you were always the first to arrive,

and patiently inspired your children and taught them knowledge.

Whenever the children were eating, you always took great pains,

to take care of your children, to care for their growth.

Whenever the children are resting, you are always sitting in front of the bed,

Carefully looking after your children, to ensure their safety.

Whenever the children are active, you are always the first to demonstrate,

encouraging your children to be healthy.

Whenever the children are confused, you are always there to help them and enlighten them.

Whenever your children are frustrated, you always inspire their potential,

and face them with sincerity and confidence.

Whenever children do something wrong, you always make a clear distinction between reward and punishment,

carefully educate your children and teach them to take responsibility.

Whenever your children achieve success, you always praise them,

Praise your children and cultivate their confidence.

Whenever the children go home, you are always the last to leave,

not reluctant to send your children away, give them attachment.

Love is breeding, spreading, like a seed sown in the child's heart,

rooted and sprouted, a leaf is character, a leaf is wisdom,

in the watering of love, thrive,

bloom colorful flowers, bear colorful fruits.

The poem in praise of the teacher 14

1, "Miscellaneous Poems of the Heihai - its five"

Gong Zizhen (Qing Dynasty)

Falling red is not an unfeeling thing, turned into spring mud to protect the flowers.

The fallen flower is not an unfeeling thing, and when it is turned into spring soil, it can also play a role in cultivating the next generation.

2. "Untitled - It is difficult to part when meeting each other"

Li Shangyin (Tang Dynasty) -

The spring silkworms are not exhausted until they die, and the wax torches turn into ashes and the tears begin to dry.

The silk worm spits out its cocoon only when it dies, and the wax oil like tears drips dry only when the candle burns out. Praise the teacher's selfless dedication to the cause of education sacrificed his life's noble qualities.

3, "Spring Night Joyful Rain"

Du Fu (Tang Dynasty) -

The wind dives into the night, and moistens things silently.

With the wind, it quietly enters the night. It moistens everything on the earth. Here refers to the spring rain in the night quietly with the wind.

4. New Bamboo

Zheng Xie (Qing Dynasty)

The new bamboo is higher than the old one, and it is supported by the old trunk.

The new bamboos are taller than the old ones, and their growth is supported by the old branches. It is a metaphor for the fact that the new is better than the old.

"Planting Flowers in the Green Field Hall of Your Honor"

Bai Juyi (Tang Dynasty) -

Your Honor is full of peaches and plums, so why plant more flowers in front of the hall.