Modern poems praising teachers

1. Modern poems about teachers’ love

Modern poems about teachers’ love 1. Ancient poems about teachers’ love

The spring silkworm will not lose its silk until it dies. The wax torch turns to ashes and the tears begin to dry. ——Li Shangyin "Untitled·It's hard to say goodbye when we meet"

Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers. ——Gong Zizhen, "Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai·Part 5"

New bamboo is higher than old bamboo branches, all because of the support of old stems. ——Zheng Xie's "Hsinchu"

Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently. ——Du Fu's "Joyful Rain on a Spring Night"

His father-in-law has peaches and plums all over the world, so why should he plant more flowers in front of the hall? ——Bai Juyi "Planting Flowers in the Green Wild Hall of the Lord He Ling"

Shaoluo knows Song Yubei well, and he is also my teacher in being elegant and elegant. ——Du Fu's "Five Poems on Ancient Relics Part 2"

I should not be Xiong Zhao, but I should respect him as the master of the emperor. ——Liu Ji's "Picture of Taigong Fishing in the Wei River"

Hearing Master Ying's playing, he got up and sat aside. ——Han Yu "Listening to Teacher Ying Playing the Piano"

2. Modern poems about teachers

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Modern poems praising teachers praising teachers Modern Poetry (1) 1. "Dedicated to Teacher" Ordinary people, ordinary hands, build a bridge of knowledge. Through the severe cold of winter, through the scorching heat of summer, numerous students have been trained. A piece of chalk points to the maze of the kingdom of knowledge. A blackboard. A podium to write down true feelings deeper than the sea. Reflects the hardship of gardeners watering flowers. A three-foot pointer is waved towards the general public. The way to the ideal state, we are the stars, you are the moon, tell us the beautiful stories so that we can enter the beautiful dreamland, the morning sun is your bright smile, no matter if we fail or win, no matter if we retreat No matter how we move forward, you will encourage us to keep up our efforts with a smile. Teacher, kind mother, teacher, the dream of millions of children. Teacher, the motherland has given you a special mission to cultivate a young seedling into a pillar of the motherland. Teacher, I want your kind face to last forever. Teacher, I want your bright eyes to never fade. Teacher, I want your black hair to never turn white. Teacher, I want your tired hands to become relaxed. Teacher, I want to sing for you and bless you. Teacher, you are The person I admire most! ... 2. You taught me how to be a human being, and your hard work is flowing in my blood! Teacher, thank you for your hard work. Who brought us ignorant people into the spacious classroom and taught us rich knowledge? It's you! teacher! With your hard work and sweat, you have nurtured the tender seedlings that have just broken ground in spring. Who is it that educates us naughty people into considerate and helpful people? It's you! teacher! Your care is like the gentle spring breeze that warms our hearts.

3. Modern poems about gratitude to teachers

Modern poems What does a teacher look like? Teachers are like red candles, lighting up the journey of knowledge.

What does the teacher look like? Teachers are like spring rain, spreading bits and pieces of knowledge into our hearts. What does the teacher look like? Teachers are like gardeners, cultivating our young children into adults who understand knowledge.

What does the teacher look like? The teacher is like a golden key, leading us who are ignorant into the treasure house of knowledge. What does the teacher look like? Teachers are like our mothers, who accompany us every day and tell us some rich and colorful knowledge.

It is the teachers who have given us so much knowledge. Here I would like to wish all the teachers to stay young and beautiful forever. ====================== Praise to the Gardener The golden autumn breeze brings coolness and the sound of reading aloud.

The students are pretty and the teachers are silent. The red candle sheds blood and sweat, and the four modernizations cultivate elites.

The garden is full of peaches and plums, and the gardener is eulogized.

============= The gardener praises stepping on the morning dew and accompanying the setting sun, wind and rain, why not draw a blueprint to nurture the sun. Ten spring and autumn peach and plum fragrant roots write with chalk youth and youth without regrets and shine. Suddenly looking back, there is no vicissitudes but more vicissitudes. Pillar 2. Every teacher has a unique pair of hands.

The math teacher’s hands are like those of a magician, using four symbols -, -, *, ÷ and 10 numbers to form countless calculations. Introducing us innocent and naive children into the palace of knowledge makes us feel the infinite charm of those "ducks (2)", "sickles (7)" and "twisted braids (8)".

Math teacher, you have cultivated our rich imagination and clear thinking with your wonderful hands. The hands of Chinese teachers are omnipotent hands in language.

Your hands can create pinyin letters for us to recognize new words; you can create beautiful large characters for us to imitate and practice; you can create vivid and fluent sentences for us to read and learn... Develop our reading, writing and language expression skills. The art teacher's hands are extremely dexterous.

The flowers, plants, trees, birds, animals, insects, fish, and people that come out of your hands are all vivid and lifelike. Your magical hands can "pick" spring flowers in winter, autumn fruits in summer, and "move" the beautiful scenery in the distance to the blackboard in front of you... Our aesthetic taste is in Improve unconsciously.

Teachers, like superb sculptors, use omnipotent and dexterous hands to spread knowledge, unlock wisdom, and shape souls. I love the teacher and I praise the teacher’s magical hands! 3. September, dedicated to teachers September has arrived as scheduled.

The world is brilliant because of this. We sing September, for it is your eternal festival.

We remember September because it is our sincere confession. September is a cup overflowing with love. We raise our hands high with sincere blessings and ask you to toast.

The music of September has been played. Please accept our gift of September to all the teachers who are working hard on the education front. 4. Poems and articles to celebrate Teacher's Day - Teacher, thank you for your hard work. Who - led us ignorant people into the spacious classroom and taught us rich knowledge? It's you! teacher! With your hard work and sweat, you have nurtured the tender seedlings that have just broken ground in spring.

Who is it - educating us naughty people into people who can be considerate and help others? It's you! teacher! Your care is like the gentle spring breeze that warms our hearts. Who is it - to nurture us from young to mature and sensible teenagers? It's you! teacher! Your protection allows us to grow healthily.

Bear fruit in the golden autumn season. Thank you for your hard work! teacher! People who work hard in the scorching heat and cold.

Thank you for your hard work! teacher! People who devote their youth to nothing. We pay you the highest respect! --Thank you for your hard work, teacher! 5. Ode to Teachers Others get gold from life. You can only get the fragrance of flowers. Your gold is the morning sun. Your silver is the fifteenth moon. But you still whistle happily. Your pride is the fragrance of peaches and plums.

4. Modern poems about teachers

Chapter 1: The teacher’s kindness is unforgettable Author: Zhao Weihao of Zhao When I walk in the corridor of the campus, I touch the old wall, silently every time In my memories, that ray of desolation often lingers in my heart, and there is always an inexplicable sadness. Maybe, my teacher's kindness will be unforgettable in this life.

She said to me, here is the refreshing fragrance, the unique ink-colored book fragrance of the campus, the wandering of the annihilated soul, we can fly freely between heaven and earth, her care is like wings like hanging clouds, Even though it is ninety thousand miles high, I dare to soar up. That day she traveled with me around the world and took me into the hall of saints. She said that no matter where you are, you must hold your chest high and support the backbone of our China! Since then, the blood of the nation has filled my heart. I know that my ancestors are called Yanhuang, and I understand that the river is called the Yangtze River.

Her silk hair is flying, her words are spoken, her sentences are sonorous, the breeze blows on her face, she looks like a fairy, how kind she is in my heart. She said that as long as we can be strong and become the pillars of the country, she is willing to bear the hardships alone. There are no clichés or eternal life. She only hopes that her children will be healthy.

In those years when our blood was strong, we only knew how to resist childishly, and the harsh words were burned into her heart, which would definitely break her heart. But she thought, in order to be able to guide the direction, why not endure a few words? On the night of departure, she said she was not allowed to cry or be heartbroken, but her tears dripped into the soil; she sang: Our heart will go on, but her heart sadly died.

Looking up at the watery moonlight, I dream of living and dying with her in this life, but why is it always an illusion in the end. I am not a stone-hearted person. Looking at her, I couldn’t help but burst into tears. In this land of faith, how could I sail far away without my humanity? She gave everything for me, and I don’t want her love to go unappreciated; I was a teacher and student with her, but how could I forget it with just a few words.

Perhaps fate plays tricks on people and the world is impermanent. Destiny composed this song of death. It is destined after all that my teacher’s kindness will be unforgettable! ﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎ Chapter 2: An unforgettable alma mater, thank you for your kindness! Author: Chen Ziling: I can’t forget my alma mater, I can’t forget my attachment to every plant and tree, I’m so familiar with every brick and tile of my alma mater, just like a teacher, I’m so grateful for my teacher’s kindness, your worries, your sweat, there are still things I can’t forget Your instructive and caring eyes once upon a time, my temporary defeat once upon a time, your comfort, my alma mater that I suddenly cannot forget, my energetic and heroic appearance, my grateful alma mater, you are an amiable and loving mother, there is no difference between good and bad in your eyes, in your heart , only a spark can start a prairie fire. You have nurtured us with your sweet milk, so that we can thrive. I will never forget the knowledge and nectar gained in your warm embrace. I am grateful to my teacher for equipping me with rich wisdom and super energy, which has given me rich wisdom and super energy in the world of aesthetics. The Chinese Language Viewpoint has become the eternal alma mater, the eternal teacher, and the eternal teacher. The beautiful heart will always carry the starting point from the heart! ﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎ Chapter 3: Teacher’s Favor Author: Xinyang Master Tian Dadi is also great. I always think of my teacher’s words. My father is dear to my mother, my teacher is dear to me, and my teacher's kindness is like blood flowing all over my body.

People in the past, people today and people in the future, learned from teachers since childhood. There is no one in my family, country, or people in the world who has not been blessed by my teacher.

Whether it is success or failure, knowledge accompanies me to solve my confusion.

Maybe I was scared when I was a child because of the teacher’s harshness. Maybe I used to complain about the pressure of homework. But when I grow up, I suddenly understand the depth of my teacher’s kindness. A thousand words can be said, but it is difficult to express my gratitude. I spent the spring and autumn, passed through the four seasons, and left the campus to enter the society.

Maybe I occasionally think of naughty and mischievous. Maybe now I have fully understood the truth of life. During the festival, I want to say I love you, teacher.

﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎ Chapter 5: Teacher’s kindness is unforgettable Author: Poemized ~ Encounter - Singing for the great people’s teacher The words you wrote on the blackboard still remain in the palm of your hand The remaining warm chalk dust naughtily gets into your fingernails! This is your closest old friend. Not only is it a tool, but also because it is just like you. Even if the eraser ruthlessly erases the memory it left on the blackboard, teacher, please don’t be disappointed. You can also try to think like this: If When words die here but are reborn here, I wonder if you feel any comfort. Your earnest instructions and criticisms are still lingering in my ears, like the rudder of a boat that guides you to the other side of success! Aren't you just like a gardener? The flowers and plants have slightly crooked branches and leaves. Pliers are your best weapon. We have grown so vigorously this year. This is all the result of your hard work, teacher! Thank you for your hard work! Without you, we will not be worthy of being called students. Without you, we will take many detours. Without you, our life will be a different story. Please allow me to pay tribute to you on behalf of students all over the world: Teacher! Happy Teachers' Day! ﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎ Chapter 6: Teacher’s kindness is unforgettable Author: ~5~*2*^0^ The podium is your home, teacher. The blackboard is the black-haired moonlight of our students. Next, you weaved the lesson plan into bunches of beautiful flowers. Under the sun, you used chalk to help us comb and tie the flowers with your own hands. In spring, autumn, winter and summer, we sprouted green and gradually grew up. In spring, autumn, winter and summer, your black hair slowly turned into silver. 2. Are you still there? We were ferrying across the river and we were still on our way. The spring breeze turned into rain and dew, and the small trees grew into big trees. On September 10th, we will send you fruitful branches and wish you a happy holiday, teacher﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎ Chapter 7: Ode to the Teacher Author: Tan Naitao Legend has it that a long time ago, a phoenix taught skills to all the birds. They built their own homes and taught skills to each other. What is the name of the same family? Today, there is a teacher in the classroom who first studied and returned to school. Student, you are the hard-working gardener who cultivated the flowers of the motherland. You are the spring drizzle that nourishes the peaches and plums. The blackboard is like a mirror. Look at it all day long. It looks at you. Chalk is like rouge. It decorates your hand. The podium is your road. You leave countless footprints on it again and again. You write your youth on the blackboard. You spread your face to the students. You devote your life to textbooks. You send us to the future﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎ Chapter 8: Teacher’s Grace Author: Tan Naitao There is a kind of smile that remains fresh in the memory with the passing of time. There is a kind of care that is still rippling with the blue waves. There is a kind of kindness that remains everlasting with the passing of time. This is us.

5. Modern poems about teachers

Teacher - that is my love for you. Your smile is still faint. Your warnings are still clear to the teacher. My eyes are the reflection of Teacher Lian in my mother’s eyes. My heart is the cocoon in my mother’s hand. I would like to think about you silently. The line on your temples is like the words on the shore. I would like to miss you deeply. The line on the side of your eyes is still like the ripples on the lake. ★★Poem 1 in Praise of Teachers:★★ Four spring breezes bring preparations, and several autumn rains wash away the gaps.

The black hair accumulates frost and weaves the sun and the moon, and the chalk writes the spring and autumn without words. The silk is spun out before it gets old in spring, and the candle tears turn into gray and become thicker in autumn.

Thousands of peaches and plums are sown in the spring, and China will be filled with fruits in autumn. ★★Praise to Teacher Poem 2:★★ I love my teacher. The teacher is like a red candle, lighting the torch in the students' hearts, but burning himself until the red candle turns to ashes.

Teachers are like gardeners, nurturing our flowers, but working hard until they are exhausted. When we grow up, we must become the pillars of the country, ah! The teacher is so selfless! ah! Teacher we love you! ★★Poetry Three to Praise Teacher:★★——Teacher, thank you for your hard work. Who——led us ignorant people into the spacious classroom and taught us a wealth of knowledge? It's you! teacher! With your hard work and sweat, you have nurtured the tender seedlings that have just broken ground in spring.

Who is it that educates us naughty people into people who can be considerate and help others? It's you! teacher! Your care is like the gentle spring breeze that warms our hearts.

Who is it that cultivates us young people into mature and sensible teenagers? It's you! teacher! Your protection allows us to grow healthily.

Bear fruit in the golden autumn season. Thank you for your hard work! teacher! People who work hard in the scorching heat and cold.

Thank you for your hard work! teacher! People who devote their youth to nothing. We pay you the highest respect! ——Thank you for your hard work, teacher! I can only help here, teacher, teacher - you are like the drizzle in spring, nourishing the flowers and irrigating the earth, and we continue to suck the drizzle and grow.

Teacher - you are like a gust of wind in autumn, which turns the earth yellow and turns the rice golden, and we get the fruits of the harvest. Teacher - you are the one who lit the brightest light for me on my dark road of life; teacher - you are my guide on my misty road of life; teacher - you are my guide when I fall down. In the bumpy road of life, you pointed out the way forward for me; teacher - you gave me a pair of powerful wings to travel in the world of knowledge! ★★Poetry 4 in praise of teachers:★★ The golden wind brings laughter, and the fragrance of osmanthus flowers floats.

Teacher’s Day is here again today. Teachers have worked hard for our growth.

We will never forget the teacher’s caress for us. Hello, teacher! People compare teachers to red candles, which light up others and burn themselves.

People compare teachers to gardeners, cultivating peaches and plums to bloom all over the world. Teaching is a noble cause under the sun.

The teacher gave us the sunshine of ideals and the sunshine of wisdom. The teacher guides us to embark on the road of life full of sunshine.

The teacher expects us to become the sun of the new century. The teacher's words are like spring rain nourishing my heart.

Teachers use the rain and dew of knowledge to water our growth. The gentle spring rain is the teacher's care for us.

The teacher’s words and deeds are like spring rain moistening things silently. The teacher is willing to be a green leaf and hold us up like a red flower.

The teacher is a green leaf, willing to contribute silently. The green color of the leaves symbolizes the teacher’s everlasting youth.

When we are like flowers in full bloom, we will never forget the kindness of green leaves. Teachers are like big trees, with blue sky above their heads and earth under their feet, silently benefiting society.

Teachers are big trees that bring spring to the world. The teacher sows the seeds of hope and cultivates us into a forest.

The small trees grow into pillars, and the gardener’s nurturing kindness is never forgotten. Yes, the teacher's enthusiasm is like the sun, the teacher's teachings are like spring rain, the teacher's style is like green leaves, the teacher's career is like a big tree, our teachers are good. ★★Poetry 5 of Praise for Teachers:★★ You offer a flower, I Present a flower and let us weave a big garland to our dear teacher and mother.

It is you who gave the seeds the warmth of the sun; it is you who watered the seedlings with your sweat. Your eyes are like bright stars, shining with charming brilliance; your singing is like a spring stream, bringing joy to everyone.

No matter where we go, we will always remember your love; no matter where we go. Always remember your words.

No matter where we go, we will always remember your love; no matter where we go, we will always be a flower for you. ★★Poem 6 in Praise of Teachers:★★ September has arrived as scheduled.

The world is brilliant because of this. We sing September because it is your eternal festival.

We remember September because it is our sincere confession. September is a cup overflowing with love. We raise it high with both hands and ask you to toast amidst the sounds of sincere blessings.

The music of September has been played. Please accept our gift of September to all the teachers who are working hard on the education front.

★★Praise to Teacher Poem 7:★★ I once remembered your hands covered with powder. I once remembered your charitable and sincere teachings. I once remembered your few new silver hairs. Because of you, students can become talented because of you. The world will be so civilized. Teacher, you are the beacon to find home for the children who have lost their way. Teacher, you are the angel. ★★Praise to teachers poem 8: ★★ Teachers praise others for getting gold from life. You can only get the fragrance of flowers. Your gold is the morning sun. Your silver is the fifteenth moon, but you are still whistling happily. Your pride is Teacher Tao Lifen. You offer a flower, I offer a flower, and let us weave a big garland and dedicate it to my dear teacher and mother.

No matter where we go, we will always remember your love; no matter where we go. Always remember your words.

No matter where we go, we will always remember your love; no matter where we go, we will always be a flower for you.

6. Poems and famous quotes about loving teachers

There are many poems praising teachers. The most commonly used and most common ones are:

The spring silkworm will not lose its silk until it dies. , the wax torch turned into ashes and the tears began to dry. ——Li Shangyin's "Untitled·It's hard to say goodbye when we meet"

This sentence was originally a tribute to unswerving love, but now it is often used to describe the contribution of teachers: serving the people wholeheartedly and for the benefit of the people. Willing to give everything you have, like a spring silkworm spinning silk, like a candle burning, emitting light until the last breath of life.

Other verses such as:

Shaking off, I know Song Yu's sorrow, and I am also my teacher in being elegant and elegant. ——Du Fu's "Five Poems on Ancient Relics·Part 2"

The northern captives destroyed the pavilion barriers and heard about the Qianli division in the camp. ——Du Mu's "Book in the Snow"

The emperor is called the benevolent sage, and he appoints virtuous people as teachers. ——Du Mu's "Book in the Snow"

I should not be a bear sign, but I should respect the teacher as the emperor. ——Liu Ji's "Picture of Taigong Fishing in the Wei River"

Luyetang opened to occupy Wuhua, and passers-by gave instructions to Ling Gong's house. ——Bai Juyi's "Planting Flowers in the Green Wild Hall of Lord He Ling"

Hearing Master Ying's playing, he stood up and sat aside. ——Han Yu's "Listening to Master Ying Playing the Qin"

The spiritual master did not worry about it and took the risk to postpone it. ——Han Yu's "Send Off to the Spiritual Master"

Before Master Wang reported to the East Commandery, Qiu Sheng painted a corner in mourning at the city gate. —— Du Fu's "Ye Lao"

The prince stopped playing the phoenix instrument and taught Xiang Yan the Yaoqin instrument. ——Li Bai "Listening to Han Shiyu Playing the Flute in Jinling"

Military uniforms are sent out at dawn, and the military uniforms are waiting for the return of spring. ——Su Ting's "Feng He Sheng Zhi Xing Wang Chun Gong sends Shuo Fang Da." 》

I heard that the mountains and rivers in the Yin River were good, and the teacher passed by them again and again. ——Zhang Ji "Send the Monk to Jinzhou"

Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently. ——Du Fu's "Joyful Rain on a Spring Night"

The master lives in the high temple in Jiting, where the sloping corridors and curved pavilions open against the clouds. ——Zhang Ji's "Farewell to the Monks of Jitingshan Temple"

The silver threads of the crane's hair reflect the sun and the moon, and the fervent heart fertilizes new flowers. ——Anonymous "Couplet"

The jade pot contains the heart of ice ——Bing Xin's "Heart of Ice"

Hsinchu is higher than the old bamboo branches, all because of the support of old stems. ——Zheng Xie's "Hsinchu"

The three things of Jian Jian are the teacher of hundreds of officials. ——Lu Zhaolin's "Nine Chapters of Zhonghe Le". The Eighth Song Gongqing"

The white concubine of the East Palace, the Zen master of the Yuan Temple of the South Temple. ——Bai Juyi's "Far Master"

7. Modern Poems about Teachers

Teachers are fire, igniting the fire of students' souls; teachers are stone steps, bearing the responsibility of students step by step. Climb upward.

You are like a candle. Although it is thin, you have some heat and some light, illuminating others and exhausting yourself. This selfless dedication will never be forgotten.

The language of your lectures is as sweet as the tinkling mountain springs, as friendly as the gurgling creeks, and as exciting as the rushing rivers...

The spring silkworm has never spoken a self-proclaimed word in her life, and the silver thread she spits out is the measure. The ruler of the value of life. Dear teacher, you have never shown off in front of others, but the blooming peaches and plums are the highest praise for you.

Your love is as warm as the sun, as gentle as the spring breeze, and as sweet as the clear spring. Your love is more serious than father's love, more delicate than mother's love, and more pure than friendship. You, the teacher's love, is the greatest and most noble in the world.

The value of a firefly lies in using the lamp hanging on its back to shine on others; your respectability lies in always providing convenience to others.

Who spreads the rain and dew all over the earth? Who works hard to nurture the seedlings? It's you, teacher, you are a great gardener! Look at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one doesn’t have your hard work on it, and which one doesn’t have your smile on it!

Who is it--

Leading us who are ignorant into the spacious classroom,

teaching us a wealth of knowledge?

It’s you! teacher!

With your hard work and sweat,

you have nurtured the tender seedlings that have just broken ground in spring.

Who -

educates us who are naughty

into people who can be considerate and help others?

It’s you! teacher!

Your care is like the gentle spring breeze

It warms our hearts.

Who -

cultivated us as young people

into mature and sensible teenagers?

It’s you! teacher!

Your protection allows us to grow healthily.

Bear fruit in the golden autumn season.

Thank you for your hard work! teacher!

People who work hard in the scorching heat and cold.

Thank you for your hard work! teacher!

People who devote their youth to nothing.

We have the highest respect for you!

--Thank you for your hard work, teacher!

2. Praise for the Red Candle

You enlighten my young mind

You enrich my blank mind

You weave My sweet dream

You gave me the key to the future

------My beloved teacher

A colorful life

Full of your nourishment

A prosperous world

Relying on your foundation

My sails raised high

are You make the mast with your strength

My burning blood

It is you who are willing to work as a salary

------My beloved teacher

Your life

Standing on a three-foot podium forever

Your seedlings

Growing tenaciously in all corners of the world

Deep in your heart In the deep wrinkles

A vigorous spirit grows out

In your white temples

It reflects the yearning hearts

------My beloved teacher

I will remember your heartfelt teachings

Praise for Red Candles

Spring

Sowing season.

The hard-working gardener sows the seeds,

and starts farming again in this season of recovery of all things.

Flowers,

Busy places.

The industrious bees, carrying small lead tubes,

collect flowers and make nectar in these warm and fulfilling days.

Mulberry leaves,

A small stage.

The white spring silkworms are arranging strands of silk thread,

Silently sewing cotton-padded jackets in this place where no one is paying attention.

All of this is you, the great teacher. You are the red candle, lighting me up in the dark night and guiding me.

The drops of candle oil rolling down the candle are your tears of excitement and joy. It's another Teacher's Day. Teacher, please take a rest and temporarily extinguish the warm flame on your head in this short day.

I want to tell you that you have worked hard!

8. Modern poems about gratitude to teachers

Dear teacher,

Your selfless love has sown new hope,

Your passion has sown the fire of wisdom,

Your selfless dedication has enriched my soul,

Your profound knowledge has added to my wisdom.

Teacher, you are the ladder,

silently,

with your majestic body,

supporting our young feet,

Climb higher step by step;