If you have any poems about praising teachers, be more lyrical.

Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently. ——(Tang Dynasty) Du Fu's "Spring Night Happy Rain"

Spring silkworms will not run out until they die, and wax torches will turn to ashes before tears dry up. ——(Tang Dynasty) Li Shangyin's "Untitled"

Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers. ——(Qing Dynasty) Gong Zizhen's "Miscellaneous Poems of Yihai"

Quotes praising teachers:

Teachers are engineers of the human soul. ——Stalin

What you look up to becomes taller, and what you drill into becomes stronger. ——"The Analects of Confucius·Zihan"

The spring silkworms will not run out until the silkworms die, and the wax torch will turn to ashes before the tears dry up - Li Shangyin

Hsinchu is higher than the old bamboo branches, all because of the old stems. support. Next year there will be new ones, and one hundred thousand dragons and grandsons will surround Fengchi. ――〖Qing〗Zheng Xie

No matter how proud a person is of his achievements, he should drink water and think about his source. He should remember that his teachers sowed the first seeds for his growth. --Marie Curie

Teachers are not only disseminators of knowledge, but also role models. ——[USA] Bruner

If his body is upright, he will not do what he is told; if his body is not upright, he will not do what he is told. ——Confucius

To light the way for others, you must shine your own light - this is the greatest happiness for people. ——[Former Soviet Union] Dzerzhinsky

In order to learn, there is nothing more important than respecting the teacher. ——Tan Sitong

The ancient scholars must be strict with their teachers, and the teachers will be strict and then the Tao will be respected. ——Ouyang Xiu

There was no sage king in ancient times who did not respect his teacher. ——Lu Buwei

Once a teacher, always a father. ——Guan Hanqing

It is better to seek teachers than to study. ——Yang Xiong

The master of sage impermanence. ——Han Yu

It is easy to meet a Confucian teacher, but it is difficult to meet a human teacher. ——Sima Guang

There is no teacher in the world, so the Tao will be separated. ——Liu Zongyuan

Scholars must seek teachers, and they must be cautious in following them. ——Cheng Yi

It is valuable to learn from teachers, but also valuable to have friends. ——Tang Zhen

Teachers preach, teach, and resolve doubts. ——Tang Han Yu's "Teacher's Theory"

The most glorious profession under the sun

Teachers are like candles, burning themselves and illuminating others

A three-foot podium , Three-inch tongue, three-inch pen, three thousand peaches and plums

Ten years of trees, ten years of wind, ten years of rain, one hundred thousand beams

Being a model for the world, being a role model for others

Teachers are our biological parents! `Our parents gave birth to us and our teachers educated us!

Your work is in the present, but you are building the future of the motherland; your teaching is in the classroom, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland.

Your position will never change, but your footprints are all over the world; your temples will turn gray one day, but your youth will last a hundred years.

On our way from childishness to maturity, from ignorance to civilization, you use the torch of life to clear the way for us.

The teacher’s spring breeze bathes my heart every day

A good teacher is better than ten thousand books.

Dear teacher, your sincere love has awakened so much confusion, nurtured so much self-confidence, ignited so much youth, and destroyed so many sails.

The silver hair of the crane reflects the sun and the moon, and the fervent heart fertilizes new flowers.

Everything you have given me is my teacher.

Gardener, a noble title, I wish you a world full of peaches and plums, and spring sunshine everywhere.

Rivers push us to the vast sea, and the dawn brings us bright mornings; dear teacher, you lead us to a magnificent life.

Teacher, people say that you are cultivating the pillars of the motherland. It is better to say that you are the pillars of the motherland. It is you who support the backbone of our generation.

Teachers are cultivators and sowers of beauty. It is you who shine with the beautiful sunshine and moisten with the beautiful rain and dew, so that our hearts are green and full of flowers.

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--teacher's love is the greatest and most noble in the world.

Teacher, the light of wisdom emanating from us will always shine with the spark ignited by you yourself.

The hard-working gardeners work hard for the growth of the next generation.

Dear teacher, we will miss you forever.

I admire great people and celebrities, but I am more eager to dedicate my respect and praise to an ordinary person-my teacher you.

In my mind, you are the sternest father and the kindest mother; you are an unsung hero and a famous teacher.

Your voice and smile always flash in front of my eyes; your character and personality will always be treasured in the depths of my memory.

Ah, teacher - the engineer of the human soul, only this glorious name has a connotation as rich as the sea and as profound as the blue sky!

Teacher, this dazzling name will always hang high in our chests like a brilliant star.

On the journey of life, you have enriched my soul, developed my intelligence, and ignited the light of hope for me. Thank you, teacher!

The spring rain dyes the world green, but it disappears silently into the soil. Teacher, you are the spring rain that nourishes our hearts, and we will always be grateful to you.

Teacher, you are the ocean, I am the shell, you gave me the colorful colors... How should I thank you!

Treading every corner of my heart and every inch of my soul is full of respect for you.

Teacher, everyone says that you cultivate the pillars of the motherland; but I want to say that you are the pillars of the motherland. It is you who support the backbone of our generation!

You are like a red candle, giving all your heat and light to your descendants! Your character and spirit can be summed up in two words - burning! Keep burning!

Ah, because of you, the garden is so beautiful and the earth is full of spring! Teacher, open the window and take a look. This garden full of spring scenery, this garden full of peaches and plums, are all saluting you!

Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how could so many beautiful soul flowers bloom? Ah, teacher, engineer of the human soul, who would not praise you!

Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and sowing happiness. Teacher, you are the sower of hope and happiness!

Teacher, you are a cultivator of beauty and a sower of beauty. It is you who shine with beautiful sunshine and moisten with beautiful rain and dew, so that our hearts are green and full of flowers!

You are busy with the blooming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, silently hanging the green shade of leaves! Ah, teacher, your spirit will always be in my heart! Answered by: 1005253709 | Level 3 | 2011-9-12 17:22

Wujue Yuanshi Tang Bai Juyi

White concubine of the East Palace, Yuan Zen Master of Nansi.

When we meet each other far away, when we have nothing on our minds.

Five Jue Rewarding Masters by Liu Shang of the Tang Dynasty

There is no place in the void, as if it were glass.

Whoever comes to the poetic realm, the Zen mind has passed the poem again.

The jade pot contains the heart of ice

The Zhu pen writes the soul of the teacher

Sincerely like a father's words

Yin Yin is like a friend

A few lines of words with lightness

A lifetime of thick words

Hope for those who come after you

Successfully repay the master

Untitled

Author: Li Shangyin

It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered.

Spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they are dead, and wax torches will not dry until they turn to ashes.

When you look into the mirror at dawn, you are worried about the clouds on your temples. When you sing at night, you should feel the cold moonlight.

There is not much way to go to Pengshan, and the bluebirds are diligently visiting

Teacher’s Ode

The fourth spring brings preparations,

How many days are there? Autumn rain washes the gap.

The black hair accumulates frost and weaves the sun and the moon,

The chalk silently writes the Spring and Autumn Period.

Spring is not old even when silk is exhausted,

Candle tears turn to gray and become thicker in autumn.

Three thousand peaches and plums are sown in spring, and China is full of fruits in autumn.

Six Poems of Tianjingsha

1. The picture of long history

Desire for talents and pillars,

The sky, the land and the sea.

I have been busy traveling here and there for half my life,

Now I am sailing again,

The road is far away, the mountains are high and the water is long.

2. The teacher Kuang Huanxue

has high virtue, great Confucianism and erudition,

looks up to heroes.

The time, place and people are favorable,

he writes like a devil,

it is amazing.

3. Wang Benzheng

Dare to speak, dare to act, and

have no complaints, no regrets, no regrets.

The storm is thundering,

I exhale and raise my eyebrows,

Who else in the world would be better than me?

4. Huilan Pavilion

For the country, the family and the people

Exposed to wind, sun and rain.

The blue sea, blue sky and white clouds,

the sun, moon and stars,

accompany you in your lifelong pursuit.

5. Guan Zhongtu

was an upright person,

doing things openly and openly.

Gathering heroes from all over the world,

The division is famous,

The world is at my disposal.

6. Picture of Yixian

Thinking of the world thousands of miles away,

Looking to the infinite future.

Exhibiting unparalleled talents,

Going back to the Yaotai,

The world is horrified.

Four times of spring breeze bring preparation,

Several autumn rains wash away the gap.

The black hair accumulates frost and weaves the sun and the moon,

The chalk silently writes the Spring and Autumn Period.

Spring is not old even when silk is exhausted,

The tears of candles turn to gray and become thicker in autumn.

Three thousand peaches and plums are sown in spring, and China is filled with fruits in autumn. Answered by: The Lotus in the Wind and Rain | Level 4 | 2011-9-9 14:24

Spring silkworms don’t run out of silk until they die

The wax torch turns to ashes and tears dry up

< p>The morning mirror brings sadness but the clouds on the temples change

You should feel the cold moonlight when you sing at night

There is no way to get there from Pengshan

The blue bird diligently answered the question: Spirits traveling in space | Level 1 | 2011-9-13 10:09

Several autumn rains wash away the divide.

The black hair accumulates frost and weaves the sun and the moon,

The chalk silently writes the Spring and Autumn Period.

Spring is not old even when silk is exhausted,

Candle tears turn to gray and become thicker in autumn.

Three thousand peaches and plums are sown in spring, and China is full of fruits in autumn.

★★Poem 2 to praise teachers:★★

I love my teacher

Teachers are like red candles,

lit The torch in the student's heart

burns itself,

until the red candle turns to ashes.

Teachers are like gardeners,

nurturing our flowers,

but working hard on themselves,

until physical exhaustion All.

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

Ah! The teacher is so selfless!

Ah! Teacher we love you!

★★Praise to Teacher Poem 3:★★

——Teacher, thank you for your hard work

Who——led us ignorant people into the spacious classroom,

Teach 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 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 is it that cultivates us

into mature and sensible teenagers?

It’s you! teacher!

Your protection allows us to grow healthily.

Bear fruitful results 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 express our highest respect to 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 gold to the rice,

and we got 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 the one who lighted up my dark road of life. My guide;

Teacher - you are the one who pointed out the way forward for me in my bumpy life;

Teacher - you are the one who gave me the guidance Gave me a pair of powerful wings, allowing me to travel in the world of knowledge!

★★Poem 4 in Praise of Teacher:★★

The golden wind brings laughter, and the fragrance of osmanthus flowers floats.

Teacher’s Day is here again today.

I don’t know how much hard work the teacher has put in for our growth.

We will never forget the teacher’s caress for us.

Hello, teacher!

People compare teachers to red candles, which illuminate others and burn themselves.

People compare teachers to gardeners, cultivating peaches and plums to bloom all over the world.

Teaching is a noble career 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 hopes that we will 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 that moistens things silently.

Teachers are willing to be green leaves and hold us up like red flowers.

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.

The teacher is a big tree, bringing a spring scenery to the world.

The teacher sows the seeds of hope and cultivates us into a forest.

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, the teacher’s career is like a big tree, our teachers are just good.

★★Praise to Teachers Poem 5:★★

You offer a flower,

I offer a flower,

Let us weave A big garland,

dedicated to my dear teacher and mother.

It was you who gave the seeds,

the warmth of the sun;

it was you who used your sweat to water the seedlings.

Your eyes are like bright stars,

Sparkling with charming brilliance;

Your singing is like a spring stream,

Bringing joy to everyone.

No matter where we go,

Always remember your love;

No matter where we go.

Always remember your words.

No matter where we go,

Always remember your love;

No matter where we go,

It will always be you of a flower.

★★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 this is our sincere confession.

September is a cup overflowing with love,

We raise it high with both hands

Amid sincere blessings,

Please cheers.

The music of September has been played.

Please accept our September gift.

All teachers who are working hard on the education front.

★★Poem 7 of Praise for Teachers:★★

I once remembered your hands covered with powder

I once remembered your charitable teachings< /p>

I once remembered your new silver hairs

Because of you, many students can become talented

Because of you, the world will be so civilized

Teacher, you are a bright light

Find HOME for the lost children

Teacher, you are an angel

★★Poem 8 of Praise for Teachers:★★

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 like the fifteenth moon

But you are still whistling happily

Your pride is the fragrance of peaches and plums

You are Candles,

shine with weak candlelight;

You are a gardener,

drops of hard-working sweat shine brightly;

ah!

Teacher--

You have trained me to be an adult,

Let me shine for the motherland;

Ah!

Teacher--

You taught me how to be a human being,

Your hard work is flowing in my blood!

Teacher, thank you for your hard work

Who is it--

Bring us ignorant people into the spacious classroom,

Teach 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--

Educate 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 is it -

nurturing us as young people

into mature and sensible teenagers?

It’s you! teacher!

Your protection allows us to grow healthily.

Bear fruitful results 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 express our highest respect to you!

——Thank you for your hard work, teacher!

Missing the Gardener

Everything that has passed will become a dear memory -

Teacher, I miss my middle school days, my alma mater, and you...< /p>

If I could turn back time and let me go back to my student days -

Dear teacher, how I want to listen to your sincere and thoughtful teachings again...

Farewell After that, in the long years, your voice often rings in my ears; your figure often appears in front of my eyes; your teachings always stay in my heart...

Life is a journey without a trace. The road at the end, I walked, walked, kept walking. When I am tired and slack, your firm face, perseverance voice, and perseverance spirit will appear in my memory. Teacher, you taught me life, how can I forget you!

Every time I harvest, I can't help but miss the cultivator who sows hard - the teacher.

Teacher, although we have been apart for a long time, your image seems to be a bright and shining light spot, which has always been shining in my heart.

Today, I am in a distant place, folding the yesterday you gave me into a boat of memory, and letting it float in the lake of longing.

The clothes remain the same and the appearance remains the same. Your familiar writing on the blackboard and familiar voice lead our thoughts to the past student days. Oh, teacher...

I miss you, dear teacher! The gaze of your bright eyes is treasured in my heart. They are like two clear springs, flowing forever in the valley of my heart...

Those who drink from its flow will remember its source, and when they learn from it, they will remember my teacher.

Admire the Gardener

You warm the hearts of every classmate with your fire-like emotions. Countless hearts are attracted by you, and even your back is condensed with hot eyes...

You are not an actor, but you attract our hungry eyes; you are not a singer, but you make the spring of knowledge jingle and sing charming songs; you are not a sculptor, but you shape a world. Batch the souls of young people...Teacher, how can I forget you!

The name engraved on the wooden board may not be immortal, and the name engraved on the stone may not be immortal. Teacher, your name is engraved on our hearts, which truly lasts forever.

Your thoughts and words are full of poetry, philosophy, and so magical. They have stirred up so many wonderful ripples in my mind!

You respect sincerity and integrity as the principles for conducting yourself in the world. You are a role model for our students.

I admire great men and celebrities, but I am more eager to dedicate my respect and praise to an ordinary person--

My teacher you.

You hold us to strict requirements and set an example by your own actions. Once your advice, request, and even order are put forward, we must do it, but you always make us sincerely convinced and act consciously. This is the tall image you have left in my heart.

In my mind, you are the sternest father and the kindest mother; you are an unsung hero and a famous teacher.

Your voice and smile always flash in front of my eyes; your character and personality will always be treasured in the depths of my memory.

Ah, teacher - the engineer of the human soul, only this glorious name has a connotation as rich as the sea and as profound as the blue sky!

Teacher, this dazzling name will always hang high in our chests like a brilliant star.

Even if my temples are gray, I will still call you "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!

On the sea of ??life, teacher, you are like a tall beacon, standing on the vast sea, guiding us on our journey all the time!

Burn yourself without hesitation, emitting all the heat, all the light, all the energy. Teacher, you are like a red candle, loved and respected by others!

Some people say that a teacher’s kindness is like a mountain, because the mountains are towering and make people respect them. I would also like to say that the teacher's kindness is like the sea, because the sea is vast and immeasurable.

In the minds of students, you are "the true seed, the messenger of kindness, and the banner of beauty."

You are the charcoal fire in the harsh winter, the stepping stone in the turbulent water under the thick shade in the hot summer, and the beacon light in the foggy sea. ---

Teacher, you teach by words and deeds, He educates people well and is willing to serve as a ladder for others, which is unforgettable!

Praise to the Gardener

Teacher, everyone says that you cultivate the pillars of the motherland; but I want to say that you are the pillars of the motherland. It is you who support the backbone of our generation!

You are like a red candle, giving all your heat and light to your descendants! Your character and spirit can be summed up in two words - burning! Keep burning!

The lessons you taught are so rich and colorful. Each chapter seems to open a window in front of me, allowing me to see a beautiful new world...

Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how could so many beautiful soul flowers bloom? Ah, teacher, engineer of the human soul, who would not praise you!

Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and sowing happiness. Teacher, you are the sower of hope and happiness!

Teacher, you are a cultivator of beauty and a sower of beauty. It is you who shine with beautiful sunshine and moisten with beautiful rain and dew, so that our hearts are green and full of flowers!

You are busy with the blooming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, silently hanging the green shade of leaves! Ah, teacher, your spirit will always be in my heart!

You are more like the unknown tree roots, which make the small trees grow vigorously and make the branches full of abundant fruits, but do not ask for any compensation.

You gave us a ruler of life, allowing us to measure it every day; you gave us a mirror of exemplary behavior, so that we have role models to learn from everywhere.

You are the bridge, connecting the severed mountains for us, allowing us to reach the peak of harvest; you are the ivy, tough and slender, guiding us to pick Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng on the top of the cliff.

When Miaoer needs a glass of water, he will never give him a bucket of water; and when he needs a bucket of water, he will never give him a glass of water. Giving at the right time and in the right amount is the skill of a good gardener. My teacher, this is also your art of education.

Regardless of hard work, the peach tree will be ripe and the elixir will flow out, and the plum tree will be ripe. It is easy to plant flowers but difficult to cultivate people. The fragrance of flying in the valley is extraordinary, the world is filled with poems, paintings, and talented people are all smiling.

Teacher, you use the most noble human emotion - love, to sow spring, sow ideals, sow strength...

Sow with words, cultivate with colored pens, water with sweat, Nourishing with hard work, this is the noble labor of our beloved teacher.

You work today, but you are building the future of the motherland; you teach in the classroom, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland.

Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then the student is the sand in the clam; you use love to lick it, grind it, soak it, wash it... Over the years, the sand becomes a particle. A pearl, shining brightly.

Your teaching career has countless proud and happy memories, but you treasure them in your heart and just look at the field to be developed.

If I were a poet, I would write poems with enthusiasm to praise the vastness and depth of the sea. And dedicate it to you - my teacher with a broad mind and profound knowledge.

Teachers are the fire, igniting the fire of students' hearts; teachers are stone steps, allowing students to climb up step by step.

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 brooks, and as exciting as the rushing rivers...

Chun Can has never said anything that he is proud of in his life. The silver thread spit out is the ruler to measure 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!