1. Poems about thanking teachers

Wujue Yuanshi Tang Bai Juyi

Donggong Bai Shuzi, Nansi Yuan Zen Master.

Where to meet each other from a distance, when there is nothing in mind.

The Five Jue Rewarding Masters by Liu Shang of the Tang Dynasty

The void is nowhere, 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 ink pen writes the soul of the teacher

The sincerity is like the words of a father

The love is like a friend

A few lines of words with lightness

A heavy touch for a lifetime

Hope for those who come after you

Repay the Master with success

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Author: Li Shangyin

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

The spring silkworms will not run out until they die, and the wax torch will not dry until it turns to ashes.

When I look into the mirror at dawn, I am worried about the clouds on my temples. When I sing at night, I should feel the cold moonlight.

There is not much way to go to Pengshan, and the bluebirds are diligent to visit

Ode to the teacher

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 writes the Spring and Autumn without words.

Spring is not old even when the silk is exhausted,

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

Three thousand peaches and plums are sown in spring,

China is full of fruits in autumn.

Six Poems of Tianjingsha

1. Pictures of a long history

Looking 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. Teacher Kuang Huanxue

He is highly virtuous and knowledgeable.

He respects heroes.

The time, place and people are favorable,

The pen is like a devil,

It is amazing.

3. Wang Benzheng

Dare to speak, dare to act,

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,

weather the wind, sun or rain.

The blue sea, blue sky and white clouds,

the sun, moon and stars,

accompany you in your lifelong pursuit.

5. Guan Zhongtu

He was an upright man,

he did things openly and openly.

Gathering heroes from all over the world,

The masters are famous,

The world is open to me.

6. The Picture of Yixian

Have a mind of thousands of miles around the world,

Look to the infinite future.

Showcasing his unparalleled talents,

Returning to the Yaotai,

Heaven and earth were horrified.

Four spring breezes have brought preparation,

Several autumn rains have washed away the divide.

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

The chalk writes the spring and autumn without words.

Spring is not old when all the silk is spun,

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

Three thousand peaches and plums are sown in spring,

China is full of fruits in autumn.

It is better to seek a teacher than to learn. -----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

Among the ancient sage kings, there was no one who did not respect his teacher. -----Lv Buwei

If the whole world does not follow the example, it will lead to separation. -----Liu Zongyuan

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

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

Learning is as valuable as teachers and friends. -----Tang Zhen

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 should be strict and then the Tao should be respected. -----Ouyang Xiu

There is neither high nor low, neither long nor short. Where the Tao exists, the teacher exists. -----Han Yu

There must be a teacher among us; choose the good ones and follow them, and change the bad ones.

-----Confucius 2. Children's poems expressing gratitude to their teachers

Teachers are hardworking gardeners,

And we are blooming flowers.

Gardeners give flowers Watering and fertilizing the children,

is teaching us seriously,

allowing us to learn more knowledge.

The teacher is a big umbrella,

And we are just small animals hiding under umbrellas.

Big umbrellas can protect small animals from wind and rain.

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The teacher will help us immediately.

The teacher’s heart is a broad sky,

can tolerate the mistakes we have made.

The wrong things we have done,

the teacher will soon forget.

"Spring silkworms will be exhausted only when they die,

Tears will begin when the wax torch turns to ashes. "Do it".

This is our dear teacher.

. Thank you, teacher!

When I walked towards you, I wanted to harvest a ray of spring breeze, but you gave me the whole spring; I wanted to pick up a cluster of waves, but you gave me the entire ocean; I wanted to capture the whole ocean. A red leaf, but you gave me the entire maple forest; I wanted to kiss a snowflake, but you gave me the entire silver world... How can I thank you. Teacher, you give us knowledge, give us strength, give us the courage to overcome difficulties, and let us move forward bravely. Teacher, I thank you! Thank you for your hard work, thank you for your selflessness, and thank you for everything you have done for us.

2. Send you a bouquet of flowers

To express our respect for you;

Send you a beautiful song,

Bring you a touch of sweetness.

Teacher - you have worked hard,

It is you who have led us through the wind and rain,

It is you who will use the nutrition of knowledge to We nurture,

but never ask for anything in return.

It is you who answers our difficult questions,

It is you who tells us:

When encountering difficulties,

Don’t give up easily.

From now on, our lives will be filled with joy at all times.

Added a sense of perseverance.

It is another harvest autumn,

You still hold the colorful paintbrush in your hand tightly.

Drawing a beautiful blueprint,

Nourishing the peaches and plums of the motherland.

You are still preparing lessons carefully late at night,

Sleeping You are still recalling the joy of our success.

We are the flowers blooming in spring,

It is you who played the beautiful melody for us.

You We are hardworking gardeners,

We will remember your sincere words.

Take every step of your life well,

Be friendly, healthy, realistic and enterprising!

3. How many years of reincarnation, how many springs, summers, autumns and winters,

You are a red candle burning a bright life,

How much blood and sweat have you dedicated , Don’t ask for a famous name in history,

You spread the fire of wisdom with your true feelings.

Just like the spring silkworm devotes its life to loyalty,

Just like the winter plum sings the song of early spring.

How many blind nights, how many times the lights are always on,

In the long night, you have a figure at your desk,

Adding gorgeous hair between the black hair , the three-foot podium was full of laughter,

You shorten the distance between hearts with your friendship.

You are the sunshine that melts the indifferent ice and snow,

You are the one who guides people out of the labyrinth of science.

Ah! Glorious teacher, hardworking gardener!

The fragrance of peaches and plums is your joy, silently dedicated to your selfless soul.

Ah! Glorious teacher, hardworking gardener!

The fragrance of peaches and plums is your joy, silently dedicated to your selfless soul.

4. What does the 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,

nurturing 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,

they stay with us every day and tell us some rich and colorful knowledge.

It is the teacher who has given us so much knowledge.

Here I want to wish all the teachers to be young forever. 3. Poems about gratitude to teachers

Teacher Ode

Four spring breezes bring preparation,

Several autumn rains wash away the gap.

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

The chalk writes the Spring and Autumn without words.

Spring is not old even when the silk is exhausted,

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

Three thousand peaches and plums are sown in spring,

China is full of fruits in autumn.

Six Poems of Tianjingsha

1. Pictures of a long history

Looking 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. Teacher Kuang Huanxue

He is highly virtuous and knowledgeable.

He respects heroes.

The time, place and people are favorable,

The pen is like a devil,

It is amazing.

3. Wang Benzheng

Dare to speak, dare to act,

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,

weather the wind, sun or rain.

The blue sea, blue sky and white clouds,

the sun, moon and stars,

accompany you in your lifelong pursuit.

5. Guan Zhongtu

He was an upright man,

he did things openly and openly.

Gathering heroes from all over the world,

The masters are famous,

The world is open to me.

6. The Picture of Yixian

Have a mind of thousands of miles around the world,

Look to the infinite future.

Showcasing his unparalleled talents,

Returning to Yaotai,

Heaven and earth were horrified.

Four spring breezes have brought preparation,

Several autumn rains have washed away the divide.

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

The chalk writes the spring and autumn without words.

Spring is not old when all the silk is spun,

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

Three thousand peaches and plums are sown in spring,

China is full of fruits in autumn.

It is better to seek a teacher than to learn. -----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

Among the ancient sage kings, there was no one who did not respect his teacher. -----Lv Buwei

If the whole world does not follow the example, it will lead to separation. -----Liu Zongyuan

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

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

Learning is as valuable as teachers and friends. -----Tang Zhen

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 should be strict and then the Tao should be respected. -----Ouyang Xiu

There is neither high nor low, neither long nor short. Where the Tao exists, the teacher exists. -----Han Yu

There must be a teacher among us; choose the good ones and follow them, and change the bad ones. -----Confucius 4. Collection of ancient poems expressing gratitude to teachers

Ancient poems expressing gratitude to teachers:

"Far Master"

Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty

Dong Gong Bai Shuzi, Nan Temple Yuan Zen Master.

Where to meet each other from a distance, when there is nothing in mind.

"Master Xun Yong Resides in Seclusion"

Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty

A group of steep green skyscrapers, carefree and careless.

Look for the ancient road through the clouds, listen to the flowing spring by leaning against the tree.

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.

"Miscellaneous Poems of Jihai"

Gong Zizhen of the Qing Dynasty

It is sad that the anger of Kyushu relies on wind and thunder, and thousands of horses are silent.

I urge God to cheer up and send talents of any kind.

"Rewarding the Master"

Liu Shang of the Tang Dynasty

The void is nowhere, as if it were glass.

No matter where you are, your Zen mind will be filled with poetry. 5. The poem that expresses gratitude to the teacher is

Four spring breezes have made preparations, and several autumn rains have washed 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 has 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. I love my teacher. The teacher is like a red candle, which ignites the torch in the students' hearts, but burns 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! ——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 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! 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. You offer a flower, I offer a flower, let us weave a A large wreath dedicated to my dear teacher 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. 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. I remember your hands covered with powder. I remember your charitable teachings. I remember your new silver hairs. Because of you, students can become talented. Because of you, the world is so civilized. Teacher, you are the light. Find home for children who have lost their way. Teacher, you are an angel. Ode to teachers. Others take 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. 6. Poems about being grateful to teachers

1. In the old days, when schools were set up and taught, teachers and students questioned each other, developed anger, talked to each other repeatedly, and were sincere and good at tempting.

2. There is no place in the void, as if someone has arrived in the glazed poetry realm, and the Zen mind is over poetry.

3. Don’t listen to words, smell, taste, and fragrance do not belong to the king. Eliminate the appearance of others and myself. There is no life or death in front of you. The division of Gui and the combination of three photos. The water burns and presses Jiuwen and Wuping to purify it. The head faces the moon. Make auspicious clouds.

4. A wonderful scene every day, new trees and cypresses blooming in the four seasons, a blessing in spring, pure and noble things, rare things in the world, the famous altar is reunited with the immortal guests, everyone is happy to be born in China, every household is sincere and respectful, I only hope that all the people will realize it. , there is no leakage of red in Tongden.

5. Not a monk, not a Taoist, not gentle. I am not shy in front of others. My awareness transcends the Dharma Realm for a moment. I know that I am my prisoner for hundreds of millions of kalpas. It is difficult for people to understand. I am a skeleton and a walking corpse. I don’t worry about getting carried away and returning to my original state. I will follow the teachings. People laugh without wind.

6. Spring silkworms will not run out until they are dead, and wax torches will turn to ashes before their tears dry up.

7. Spring is full of mountains and green gardens, peaches and plums are vying for spring with smiling faces, spring is always present in the east, west, north and south, only the teacher pays attention.

8. The earthly immortals, the immortals, the immortals and the heavenly immortals recognize that the three fields are full and the moon is round. If they can smile, the person will not be willing to use his fists to make his feet stick to the ground. He will violently turn his head and close the sky. If he is exploited, Being entangled by the name, the good cause is completely lost.

9. When the white concubine of the East Palace and the Zen master of the distant Nansi met each other from afar, they had nothing on their minds.

10. Teach you earnestly and listen to me.

11. Today I kneel down to receive the secrets of my poetry. I am happy to know that I have uncovered all the connections and forgotten the truth. I have purged the six desires. The day when a truly kind man gets married and a woman gets married, I will leave my heart. When my feelings are gone and I forget to leave the secular world, I will obey you respectfully. The teacher goes to the clouds and the water, and the future will be decided in the sky.

12. I am lazy to read scriptures and teach, lazy to burn incense. The sun and the moon are soaring like a drunken maniac, but I know the birth and setting. I would rather distinguish between right and wrong and long-term guests. When a guest comes, I sit down and ask questions in my mind. When the meal reaches my lips, my mouth is tired and open. Therefore, the body is manipulated to develop poverty and cure disease.

13. Teachers are like candles, burning themselves and illuminating others.

14. Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers.

15. A three-foot podium, a three-inch tongue, a three-inch pen, and three thousand peaches and plums.

16. When three people are walking together, there must be my teacher.

17. Those who are good follow it, then guide it, teach it next, order it neatly, and compete with it at the bottom.

18. Gods and gods are ethereal, too selfish. The secular world has no way of seeing it. Fortunately, the door opens for enlightenment. When it comes to fasting and feasting, don’t refuse to take charge of the family and commit sins all day long. The intention of doing good fortune and healing is only temporary. When the time comes, the intention is not careful. How can I repay my kindness in my life?

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

20. Whoever says nothing will be rewarded with three rays of spring.

21. The most glorious profession under the sun, the engineer of the human soul.

7. Poems about the Enlightenment Teacher

My Enlightenment Teacher

I remember that I seemed to have written a composition on this topic when I was in elementary school. I had no real experience at that time. But Recently, I often think of my first teacher-Xu Wenzhi!

She is a very strict teacher. I remember clearly that no one in our class was not criticized at that time, even if I was the squadron leader of the class at the time, there was no exception. But I am very pleased with one thing. , I was criticized the least often. She was a very strong person. She supported the education of five children in her family by herself, and four of them were admitted to college. This was unprecedented in our village at that time. We often went to her house to help her with some farm work, and every time I worked, I was almost the foreman. This had a profound impact on me in junior high school, high school and even college. To be honest, because I was young at the time, I was also the foreman. I don't know anything about the world, and I am just afraid of her. Sometimes I even look forward to going to middle school early and getting out of this "sea of ??suffering" early. Later, this wish finally came true. I went to junior high school, high school, university, and joined the workforce.

Looking back now, among the teachers who taught me, she was the only one who had the greatest influence on me. My grades in junior high school, my glory in high school, and my outstanding performance in college were all the result of her influence. In There is one thing in my heart that has always made me uneasy: when I was in high school, I came home during the National Day holiday just in time for the autumn harvest. I met her in the village and promised to help her with the autumn harvest, but then she came to find me. I actually refused to go! I really don’t know what I was thinking at that time! I don’t know what the teacher thinks of me. Now when I think about this, I feel very regretful and want to cry. Here I want to say to you sincerely, "Teacher, can you forgive me?".

She moved to Shenyang after I went to college. I have never seen her again. I don’t know how she is now. Is she in good health? Are your temples already gray? I really miss every bit of the past, and I hope I can go to Shenyang to see her when I have time.

Teacher’s Day is coming soon again, and I sincerely wish her happiness and health! Say sincerely to her: Thank you! 8. Poems about gratitude to teachers

Teachers are hard-working gardeners,

And we are blooming flowers.

Gardeners water and fertilize the flowers,

He is teaching us seriously,

Let us learn more knowledge.

The teacher is a big umbrella,

And we are just small animals hiding under umbrellas.

Big umbrellas can protect small animals from wind and rain.

When we are in trouble,

The teacher will help us immediately.

The teacher’s heart is a broad sky,

can tolerate the mistakes we have made.

The mistakes we have made Things,

Teachers will always forget quickly.

"The spring silkworms will not run out until they die,

The wax torch will turn to ashes before the tears will dry up."

This is our dear teacher.

. Thank you, teacher!

Ancient poem: Spring silkworms will not run out until they die, wax torches will turn to ashes before tears dry up 9. Verses to thank teachers

A three-foot podium, a three-inch tongue, a three-inch pen, three thousand Peaches and plum trees grow in ten years, winds in ten years, rains in ten years, and spring silkworms in hundreds of thousands of beams die before their threads are exhausted, and candles turn to ashes and tears begin to dry up. There must be my teacher, just like a candle, burning oneself and illuminating others.

We are the flowers of our motherland, and teachers are hard-working gardeners. The teacher is like a long bridge leading to the coast of knowledge.

The teacher is like a candle, burning himself and illuminating us. The teacher is like a big tree, protecting us from wind and rain.

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 flowers of soul bloom? Teacher, engineer of the human soul, who would not praise you! Teacher, you are a cultivator of beauty and a sower of beauty.

It is you who shine with your beautiful sunshine and moisturize with your beautiful rain and dew, so that our hearts are filled with green grass and blooming flowers! Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then the students are the sand in the clam; you use love to lick it, grind it, soak it, wash it... Over the years, the sand becomes pearls, shining brightly. 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. 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 pure in the world! If we are a ship, the teacher is the sail, leading us to move forward in the ocean of knowledge; if we are going to embark on a journey, the teacher is like the candle we hold, illuminating our bumpy road in learning.

You allow us to open the windows of our souls, you give us spiritual pillars, you send us on the path of learning, and you give us endless encouragement. Teacher, we will always remember you.

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 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 that connects the severed mountains for us, allowing us to reach the peak of harvest; you are the ivy, tough and slender, guiding us to pick the 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 lose its essence when it is ripe, and the plum tree will be ripe with poor skills. 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 power... Sow with words, cultivate with colored pens, water with sweat, moisten with hard work, this is us Dear teacher, noble labor. 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 A pearl, shining brightly. There are countless proud and happy memories in your teaching career, 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 kindling that ignites the fire of students’ hearts; teachers are stone steps, which bear students’ steady 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 creeks, and as exciting as the rushing rivers... Spring silkworms have never said anything they boast about in their lives, and the silver thread they 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.