1. Poems describing the hard work of teachers. The podium is narrow and the blackboard is more than ten feet long. One class is tiring for three moments, and half a lifetime is busy for four seasons. The writing is white on the ink board, and the black writing is covered with silver frost. The world is full of peaches and plums, and all the teachers are famous. I have been taught by you since I was a child, and I have been deeply favored by you since I grew up. You always teach me, and you don’t think I am stupid. Painting paper beside the curtain, Jiangshan, quiet, knocking on the board, making noises in the market, Master does not seek fame or fortune, later generations spread the legend of the Seven Two Wise 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. The paper will eventually feel shallow, I know that this matter must be carried out without any title. When we meet, it is difficult to say goodbye. 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 to Pengshan, the blue bird is diligent to visit 2. I found this poem about praising the teacher’s hard work. Please take a look at it: (1) ★★Poetry in praise of the teacher:★★ You present a flower Flower, I present a flower, 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. (2) The teacher’s job is a song. The teacher’s job is a song, which is sweet and joyful. Stars move and flowers bloom and fall. Philosophical lyrics and music are like a gurgling river, immersing into my heart and flowing into my heart. In my heart, the teacher's work is a song. I grew from a green seedling to a flower of the motherland, inspiring and teaching the love of a loving mother. It is difficult for me to describe the love of a loving mother. I can't forget the busy figure day and night, and learn from the selfless character of Spring Silkworms. . On the occasion of Teacher's Day, I would like to present a bouquet of blooming flowers to wish teachers' work and life to be as beautiful and charming as flowers, and to be happy and happy forever. (3) Who is it that brings us ignorant people into the spacious classroom and teaches 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 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, blowing the earth yellow and calling the rice gold, and we got the fruits of the harvest. Teacher - you lit the brightest light for me on the dark road of life; Teacher - you were my guide on the confusing road of life; Teacher - when I fell down In the bumpy road of life, you pointed out the way forward for me; Teacher - you gave me a pair of powerful wings, allowing me to travel in the world of knowledge! I hope you will adopt it~ (≧▽≦)/~, and I wish the author a happy day! 3. What are the poems that describe "teacher's hard education"? 1. Spring silkworms will not run out until they die, and wax torches will turn to ashes before tears dry up. Vernacular interpretation: A spring silkworm spins a cocoon and spins out the silk only when it dies; a candle burns out and turns to ashes before the tear-like wax drips dry. Dynasty: Tang Author: Li Shangyin Source: "Untitled·It's hard to say goodbye when we meet" 2. Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers. Vernacular interpretation: The fallen flowers still have feelings and intentions, and they turn into spring mud to cultivate new ones. flowers. Dynasty: Qing Dynasty Author: Gong Zizhen Source: "Miscellaneous Poems of Jihai Part 5" 3. Hsinchu is higher than the old bamboo branches, all because of the support of old stems. Definition in vernacular: Dynasty: Qing Author: Zheng Xie Source: "Hsinchu" 4. Sneak into the night with the wind, moistening things silently Definition in vernacular: Dynasty: Tang Author: Du Fu Source: "Spring Night Happy Rain" 5. Your father-in-law has peaches and plums all over the world, Why use more flowers in front of the hall? The colloquial meaning: Pei Linggong’s peach and plum students are all over the world. Where is the need to plant flowers in front of the door and behind the house? Dynasty: Tang Author: Bai Juyi Source: "Fenghe Linggong Planting Flowers in the Green Wild Hall" 4. Ask for some poems that can reflect the hard work of teachers. Teachers are like candles, burning themselves 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 beautiful sunshine and moisten with beautiful rain and dew, so that our hearts are green with green grass and blooming with flowers! Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then the students are like 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 the beautiful sunshine and moisten with the 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 a seedling 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. No matter how hard you work, it will take a while to make the peach ripe, and the plum ripe will be useless. 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 seeds with words, cultivate with colored pens, water with sweat, and nourish 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 students are like 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. 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 fire, which ignites the fire of students' hearts; teachers are stone steps, which allow 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 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. 5. An ancient poem praising the teacher’s hard work. It’s hard to say goodbye when we meet without a title. It’s also hard to say goodbye. The east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered. The spring silkworm's silk will not be used up until it dies, and the wax torch will not dry until it turns to ashes. The morning mirror is full of worry, but the clouds on the temples are changing, and the moonlight is cold when singing at night. There are not many roads to Pengshan, and the bluebirds are diligent in visiting ★★ Praise to the teacher Poem 1: ★★ Four spring breezes have made preparations, and several autumn rains have washed the gaps. The black hair accumulates frost and weaves the sun and the moon, and the chalk silently writes the spring and autumn. The silk has spun out before it gets 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 full of fruits in autumn. ★★Praise to Teacher Poem 2:★★I love my teacher like a red candle, which ignites the torch in the students’ hearts, but burns itself until the red candle turns to ashes. Teachers are like gardeners, nurturing our flowers, but they work 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! ★★Praise to Teacher Poem 3: ★★——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 - 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—nurturing us 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 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, the teacher's career is like a big tree, our teachers are good. 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 it. 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 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. ★★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 new silver hairs. Because of you, many 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 like the fifteenth moon, but you still whistle happily. Your pride is the fragrance of peaches and plums. 6. Ask for some poems about teachers that can reflect the hard work of teachers - they look better than anyone else, get up earlier than chickens, and go to bed later than ladies; work more tired than donkeys, eat worse than pigs; pretend to be He must be more serious than the president, and have greater responsibilities than the prime minister; his reputation is worse than that of a traitor, and his attitude is better than that of a grandson; his words and deeds are humbler than those of a slave; his money is less than that of a migrant worker; his life is more useless than a beggar's, and his life is more fragile than an ant's. Seven Ways to Die as a Teacher: Report to the Board of Education to torture you to death, put people first to make you die, use selection competition to kill you, asshole students will kill you, reform teaching courses to cheat you to death, performance competition to make you mad, and not allow rest to tire you out. The "Ten Transformations" of the school include aristocratic principals, multiple leaders, enslaved teachers, ancestral students, complicated interpersonal relationships, working day and night, unpaid overtime, on-duty responsibility, stricter inspections, migrant workers' treatment, and want to turn over? myth! Being a teacher is really tiring. I have to learn from the teacher with passion and endure hardships as a teacher. Urgency, difficulty and danger must be in place, and teachers are tired of educating people all day long. The students are right in complaining, but the salary is not high and they still have to pay fees. I am more tired than an ox from morning to night, and my three meals a day are at the wrong time. I dare not leave my seat for a moment, and I have to attend meetings all the time after get off work. Facing the inspection makes people collapse, and they study every day and do not understand society. He was promoted and his job title was dismissed, and he abandoned his family and career to feel ashamed of his elders. I still feel guilty when I return home, and I feel ashamed when I see others with so little money.

People also say that we took bribes and were so miserable in our youth. Looking up at the blue sky, I want to cry without tears. Alas, being a teacher is so tiring! Self-absorbed, he is brave and fearless when he devotes himself to education. He looks noble in suits and ties, but in fact, his life is extremely trivial. In order to make a living, he endured hardships and was tired all day long. When parents complain, they will be punished by death, and if they nod and bow, they will almost kneel down. I couldn't rest day and night, so I immediately arrived at the headmaster's call. They have endured hardship all year round, all labor laws and regulations have been invalidated, and they are haggard and weeping secretly. Repeated meetings for no big deal, and inspections are frustrating. The empty salary increase is heartbreaking. If the salary is not high, you have to pay taxes. Visiting relatives and friends still costs money. It is a shame to abandon your home and career and look down on your elders. You can only know what it feels like if you are in it. How can teachers have any social status? They all rely on being crazy and foolishly self-absorbed. Some people say: The conditions for teachers are enough now, what else should we do? Don't call yourself poor! If you don’t believe me, please ask teachers to try other industries. All snakes will bite you. Whether being a teacher is a good job can be known by looking at the following facts: 1. Civil servants are recruited every year, and the scene of signing up for the recruitment can be said to be "tragic" (see the newspaper). And every year, young teachers from schools sign up to take the civil service examination. How often have you seen people attending teacher qualification certifications crowded with people and newspapers noisy? Those who participate in the teacher qualification certification are deserted and no one pays attention to it. Those who sign up are also unemployed at home and those who have graduated from college and cannot find a good job. 2. I have a narrow social circle, but if I count, among the teachers I have "interacted" with, ten of them who can be named have quit the teaching ranks. After leaving, not one of them expressed regret or wanted to come back (most of them are still working in the workplace) prepared by). Why are these teachers doing well in the school, but then one by one they escape from the teaching force? 3. As parents, when you seriously discipline your children, do you feel tired? But what teachers have to educate are hundreds of children with different family backgrounds and very different personalities! Moreover, due to the influence of social trends, teachers play the role of nanny in the eyes of many students and do not receive the respect they deserve. It is a heinous crime for a teacher to ridicule and insult students. Parents can sue you to your superiors. No matter what the reason is (sometimes the students themselves are arrogant and the teacher cannot bear it. Comrade parents, have you ever beaten or scolded your children?), you will definitely die. It’s settled. The student insults the teacher, and there is nothing we can do about it. What can you do to him? He is a minor! What's more, the quality of some students today can be known by reading the newspaper about the increase in juvenile crime rates. Some people may say that it is because your teachers did not teach well. That’s a layman’s term spoken by people who don’t understand education. Can quality education only rely on the education of teachers? That depends on the joint efforts of family, society and school. Will our teachers teach our children to commit crimes? What is the reward for your efforts? Because of the behavior of some teachers, they were called beastly teachers, and it was thought that being a teacher was easy. At first, I chose this profession because I thought teachers would have holidays. Unexpectedly, my holidays are now taken up by teacher training and make-up classes in the third grade of junior high school. You have to make up for it even if you don’t want to. Competition between teachers and schools is fierce, and scores are still the last word. Your excellence rate this year is not high, and your leaders and parents will treat you like shit. Two poor Sundays were also deprived, leaving only four days of rest in January. It is said that there are winter vacations and summer vacations, but in the past few years, it is possible that time has been taken up by making up classes and preparing for the so-called "universal nine" inspections. It's hard for students and hard work for teachers. They often work for more than ten days in a row before returning home. My whole body is sore and my back is aching, and my head is spinning. After reading a few jingles, I can't help but feel the same way, but I can't bear the resentment, and I can't help but feel unhappy. So he mustered up his energy and typed out the above words. I hope that the leaders of relevant departments will come to the school to experience it for themselves and effectively reduce the burden on students and teachers, rather than just a piece of paper. I look forward to having a real weekend weekend, and really looking forward to going to class at 8:00 and going home at 16:30 every day. Then even if I am called a name, I will still say: "It's good to be a teacher!" (The above quoted some original words of a teacher in the south, I deeply agree.) Attachment: Our school is the most "humane" and the most "humane" after May Day. I forgot to mention that I am still in charge of the school's "bell bell"! Work and rest schedule: Wake up: 5:40 Morning exercises: 5:40----6:20 Morning reading: 6:20----7:00 Breakfast: 7:00 Preparation: 7:50 First period: 8:00 ----8:45 Second period: 8:55----9:40 Inter-class exercise: 9:40----10:20 Third period: 10:20----11:05 Fourth quarter: 11:15----12:00 Lunch: 12:00 Lunch break: 12:40-2:20 Preparation: 2:30 Fifth quarter: 2:40----3:25 Sixth quarter :3:35----4:20 Recess activities: 4:20----4:50 Section 7: 4:50----5:35 Extracurricular activities: 5:45----6 :30 Dinner: 6:30 Preparation: 7:30 First period: 7:40----8:25 Second period: 8:35----9:20 Lights out: 9:40 Since May 2007 It will be implemented from the 1st. Judging from this schedule, there is something wrong. Shanghai has long asked students to sleep more. For example, I don’t go to school until 7:40, and class starts at 8:00. This kind of work and rest is too tiring. The teacher is tired and the students are tired. A profession like a teacher is very hard, and many things are related to our education system.

My feelings after reading the jingle.