1. Poems about wanting to be a teacher

Poems about wanting to be a teacher 1. Ancient poems about being a teacher

It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet without a title. , The east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered.

The spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they die, and the wax torches will turn to ashes before their tears dry up. The morning mirror is full of worry, but the clouds on the temples have changed, and the moonlight is cold when I sing at night.

There is no way to go from Pengshan. The bluebird diligently visits and praises the teacher. I remember your powder-stained hands. I remember your charitable teachings. I remember your new additions. Because of you, many students can become talented. Because of you, the world is so civilized. Teacher, you are the beacon to find home for the children who have lost their way. Teacher, you are the angel. September is dedicated to teachers. September is here as scheduled. The world is brilliant because of it.

We sing September, because this 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. Please cheers. The music of September has been played. Please accept our gift of September, all the teachers who are working hard on the education front.

Teacher praises 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 still whistle happily. Your pride is the fragrance of peaches and plums. Celebrate Teacher's Day poems and articles - Teacher, thank you for your hard work. Who brought 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 - 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 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 have the highest respect for you! ——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, blowing the earth yellow and calling the rice gold, and we got the fruits of the harvest.

Teacher - you are the one who lit the brightest light for me on the dark road of my life; Teacher - you are my guide on the confusing road of life; Teacher - you have pointed out the way forward for me in my bumpy life; Teacher - you have given me a pair of powerful wings to travel in the world of knowledge! You offer a flower, I offer a flower, and let us weave a big garland, dedicated to my 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.

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 the noblest cause under the sun.

The teacher gives 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 beauty to the world.

The teacher sows the seeds of hope and cultivates us into a forest. The small trees grow into pillars, never forgetting the kindness of the gardener.

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, and the teacher’s career is like a big tree. Our teachers are good.

2. Sentences about the ideal of being a teacher

My ideal is as the saying goes: "A person without ambition will not be determined."

If a person does not have a lofty ideal, Ideals cannot make a difference. From the creation of Pangu in ancient times to today's knowledge explosion and information revolution, for many years, for many generations, many people with lofty ideals have had lofty ideals.

Ideals are the driving force for us to strive forward and have the courage to innovate; ideals are the guiding light of life; ideals are the source of strength to overcome difficulties.

When I was a child, when I saw those caring teachers gently caressing the rosy little face of the injured child and trying every means to comfort him, I thought in my childish mind. I made a wish in my heart - I also want to be an outstanding teacher, a hard-working gardener, and carefully take care of every flower in the big garden of the motherland! My mother has said to me since I was a child: "Teacher is a sacred position." So the seeds were sown in my heart.

When I was a child, I longed to be a teacher. "Teachers are engineers of the human soul."

As a teacher, he is so tall but not great, which makes people admire him spontaneously. Watching the teacher sow the seeds of knowledge on the podium, I can't help but look forward to the future: How great it would be if I were a teacher.

The white hair on the teacher's head is the most beautiful; the teacher is the most beautiful when he is correcting homework with a pen in his hand; the teacher is holding the textbook and lecturing in the classroom with gusto. Teachers have no complaints, no heroic words, and no heroic words. They are people who have been with chalk all their lives. They teach us by words and deeds, and teach us good styles and excellent conduct, which will benefit us throughout our lives.

My ideal is not only to be a teacher, but also to be an excellent and lovely primary school teacher. The importance of primary school teachers is not that they teach great principles, but that they write everlasting traces on the minds of children as white as paper, which often affect the children's lives.

I will pick up the pointer without annual rings and cultivate the years. I stood on the podium, feeling so proud.

Below are pairs of eyes eager for knowledge surrounding me. I feel like little hearts are getting close to me.

If my ideal comes true and becomes a reality, I will put the above statement into action. I will conquer every naughty figure with love.

Let them also understand that the teacher loves them. Of course, when necessary, I will also give them some small punishments so that the lovely children can recognize their mistakes, remember them in their minds, and make up their minds to correct them! Most importantly, I want them to get rid of the shadow of having to bear the burden of learning when they were young children. I will use their favorite method to make children fall in love with learning, so as to strive to become the pillars of the motherland! But I won’t force them to study either! But now, all this is just a bubble.

Ideal is an abyss, forcing you to fight hard from the moment you jump down. Either the roc spreads its wings and soars upward; or it sinks to the bottom of the abyss and makes no more noise.

. As for me, I choose the former. I will work hard and move towards my ideal step by step! Since we have lofty ideals and undying beliefs, we only need to go on bravely and fight with disdain. Don't care whether there will be cold wind and rain behind us or whether there will be bumps and bumps under our feet.

Choosing the front, all that is left to the horizon is the back. Maybe we will encounter setbacks, but don't be discouraged, because we understand: How can we see a rainbow without going through wind and rain! Setbacks will not make us hesitate, on the contrary, they will only add to us a maturity that has never been seen before.

Ideals are the twinkling stars in the twilight sky and the beacon guiding the way in the dark night. Ideals are not as ethereal as fantasy, fantasy, and dreams like castles in the air or mirages. They are like colorful flowers in spring and white clouds in the sky, so beautiful.

A person with lofty ideals has a passionate and upward attitude towards life. With goals and enterprising spirit, his life is full of sunshine and hope.

Life is like a book. The ideal is the table of contents in front of it. Just a few pages determine the content of the book. Write a simple song and dance for your ideals.

Recite a heroic poem and work hard for your ideals.

3. Poems about teachers

1. Teacher, you are like a red candle, burning yourself and illuminating others.

2. Teacher, you are like a spring silkworm, spinning filaments of wisdom and weaving knowledge.

3. Once a teacher, always a father.

4. Teacher, you are like a gardener, cultivating the flowers of the motherland.

5. If you are water, we are fish, and we cannot leave you.

Spring silkworms will not lose their silk until they die, and wax torches will turn to ashes before their tears dry up. Being highly virtuous and highly respected

Serving as a role model for others

Working hard

Giving advice and teachings Teaching in accordance with one's aptitude, good teachers and friends, words and deeds

Ten years of trees, hundreds of years of cultivation, tireless teaching, good teachers and friends everywhere, peaches and plums, dedicated to their duties

Poems in praise of teachers

I remember your powder-stained Hands

I once remembered your charitable teachings

I once remembered your new silver hairs

Because of you, many students can become talented.

The world is so civilized because of you

Teacher, you are the light

4. What are some poems that can be dedicated to teachers

1. 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.

2. The silk has spun out before it is old in spring, and the candle tears turn into gray and become thicker in autumn.

Three thousand peaches and plums are sown in spring, and China is filled with fruits in autumn.

3. 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 on themselves until their physical strength is exhausted.

4. When we grow up, we must become the pillars of the country,

Ah! The teacher is so selfless! ah! Teacher, we love you!

5. Teachers are like gardeners, sowing seeds of hope for us;

Teachers are like big trees, bringing us a shade;

Teachers Just like a candle, it brings us a piece of light;

Thousands of words are condensed into one sentence: Teacher, you have worked hard!

6. Teacher, your cultivation for me cannot be described as candle, silkworm, or gardener.

Teacher, these details of your care for me are like the fragrance of a certain plant, which penetrates deep into my heart and is as sweet as sugar.

For me, no matter how the years change, you were my teachers and will always be my teachers!

7. Teacher, you are like a bright light, guiding us on the way forward in the dark night;

Teacher, you are like a lake of fresh water on a desert island, giving us Precious water source;

Teacher, you are like a towering tree, using your trunk to protect us from the wind and rain.

8. Teacher, if you are the blue sky,

we are the birds flying in your arms.

If you are the spring rain,

we are the grass that is nourished.

9. The Literary Garden is surrounded by talents, with small trees and saplings spread out on both sides.

The school building is located in a cold place on the road of teachers and friends, and the spring breeze moistens the rain and the peaches and plums bloom.

10. If I can fight against the blue sky, it is you who have given me the wings to fly;

If I am a warrior who fights against the waves, it is you who have given me the power to make waves;

If I am the immortal torch, it is you who gave me the light of youth!

5. Who knows the poems and lines about teachers?

1. The spring silkworms will not run out until they die, and the wax torch will turn to ashes before the tears dry up.

2. Although I am still intoxicated on the night journey, the lights of the secluded forest warm my family.

3. The spring breeze turns into rain and moistens the new buds, and I only hope that the pear orchard will be full of peach blossoms.

4. The craftsman who holds up the bridge of hope and sculpts the soul.

5. 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.

6. The silk is spun out before it is old in spring, and the tears of candles turn to 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.

7. Those who move people with words will not feel deeply; those who move people with actions will respond quickly

8. Sneak into the night with the wind, moistening things silently.

6. My ideal is to be a teacher, a good saying.

My ideal is to be a teacher. Without ideals, people will lose the motivation for life. When I was a child, I thought about being a police officer, a doctor, a little bit of a fighter, an actor, a cake maker, and now I want to be a teacher.

First of all, why should I choose this ideal? That's because when I went to visit my distant relatives, I passed by a small mountainous area that looked poor and remote. I stood on the top of the mountain and took a cursory glance around. I found that there was not even a decent school there.

I think I want to be an excellent teacher and teach in impoverished mountainous areas in the future. In my heart, teachers are like unknown candles, burning themselves and illuminating others.

For my ideals, I want to learn more knowledge and pass on what I have learned to the children there. I also want to learn to enlighten them and solve their problems. I want to be a person with wisdom and ability. Good teachers coexist. I became a teacher because I have a special affection for this profession. I have known that being a teacher is very sacred since I was a child. The Chinese teacher of our class: Teacher Quan, she has accompanied us for 6 years. Her obscurity is special. She insisted on coming to teach us a few days before giving birth. This professionalism moved me. I became more and more passionate about the greatness of teachers and the sacred profession, so I felt more and more that my ideal was to be a teacher.

Just look at the selflessness of teachers. I want to carry on this spirit and continue it. I will fight hard as my ideal and run towards my profession as a teacher. I hope that the future I admire will be more than just A wonderful dream.

7. Poems about Missing the Teacher

1. Hsinchu is higher than old bamboo branches, all because of the support of old trunks. ——Zheng Banqiao, "Hsinchu" of the Qing Dynasty

Translation: Newly grown bamboos are taller than old bamboos, and their growth is entirely supported by the old branches.

2. What Master is, he lives in one generation. The land is still the town of Zou, and the residence is the palace of the King of Lu. Sighing that the phoenix is ??sighing, hurting Lin and complaining about the poor way. Looking at the two couplets today, they should be the same as those in the dream.

——"The Sigh of Zou Lu's Sacrifice to Confucius" Tang Dynasty Li Longji

Translation: Dear Master Confucius, you have worked hard all your life and traveled around the world. What do you want to accomplish? Today, this place is still the city of Zhou County, and you were finally buried in the land of your birth. However, your old house was destroyed by descendants and rebuilt into the Lu Palace.

When you were living, when the phoenix and the bird did not arrive, you lamented your bad fate; when the unicorn appeared, you felt sad and lamented that the world was in chaos and the country was poor. You have been unhappy in your life. Seeing that you are sitting between two couplets in front of the hall today, accepting the worship of future generations, just like what you saw in your dreams during your lifetime, I think you should feel a little comforted.

3. The green cows lie in the warm flowers, and the white cranes sleep in the high pines. The language comes to the river at dusk, and the cold smoke falls alone. ——"Master Xun Yong Resides in Seclusion" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

Translation: A green cow lies in the warm flowers, and a white crane sleeps on the tall pine branches. The conversation with Master Yong continued until the river was shrouded in dusk, and I had no choice but to walk down the smoke-filled Hanshan Mountain alone.

4. Donggong Bai Shuzi, Nansi Yuan Zen Master. Where to meet each other far away, when there is nothing in mind. ——"Yuanshi" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

Translation: When can I, who is an official in the court, and Zen Master Ziyuan in Nan Temple meet again? Probably until I have no more worldly things in my mind.

5. The kindness of the Master is greater than heaven and earth, and is more important than your parents. ——Jin. Ge Hong's "Diligence"

Translation: The kindness of a wise teacher is simply greater than the breadth of heaven and earth, and is more than what my father has given me

8. Poems about teachers

Poems about teachers 1. Sneak into the night with the wind, moistening things silently.

——Translation of "Spring Night Joyful Rain" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty: Follow the spring breeze and sneak into the night, quietly nourishing all things. 2. Spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they die, and wax torches will dry up only when they turn to ashes and tears.

——Translation of "Untitled" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty: The spring silkworm spins silk until it dies, and the candle sheds no tears until it burns itself to ashes. 3. Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers.

——Translation of "Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai" by Gong Zizhen of the Qing Dynasty: The fallen flowers falling from the branches are not heartless things. When they turn into the soil of spring, they can also play a role in nurturing the next generation. 4. Your Majesty has peaches and plums all over the world, so why bother planting more flowers in front of the hall?

——Tang Dynasty Bai Juyi's "Fenghe Linggong Plants Flowers in the Green Wild Hall" Translation: Your Linggong's students are all over the world, why do you need to plant flowers in front of your house? 5. Shake off and know Song Yubei well, and he is also my teacher in being elegant and elegant. ——Tang Dynasty Du Fu's "Five Poems on Ancient Relics Part 2" Translation: The fallen leaves are falling because they know Song Yu's sorrow well, and Song Yu's knowledge is worthy of being my teacher.

Famous aphorisms about teachers 1. Teaching by example is more important than words. ——Wang Euzhi 2. Teachers are engineers of the human soul ——Stalin 3. The only source of students’ respect for teachers lies in the teacher’s morality and talent.

——Einstein 4. The educator’s attention and love will leave an indelible impression on the students’ minds. ——Suhomlinsky 5. Everyone I meet is more or less my teacher, because I learn something from them.

——Emerson.