1. Poems about praising the teaching profession
Poems about praising the teaching profession 1. Poems praising the work of teachers
Missing the gardener, everything that has passed will change I miss you dearly - Teacher, I miss my high school days, my alma mater, and you... If I could turn back time, let me go back to my student days - Dear teacher, how much I want to listen to your sincere and thoughtful teachings... 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 an endless road, and I am walking on it. , walking, walking continuously.
When I feel 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! Whenever 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 are still the same and the appearance is still 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! I treasure the gaze of your bright eyes in my heart. They are like two clear springs, flowing forever in the valley of my heart... Those who drink from the flow will remember their source, and when they learn from it, they will remember my teacher.
2. A collection of poems praising teachers
1. It is easy to meet a teacher, but it is difficult to meet a teacher. ——Sima Guang
2. The spring silkworms will not run out until they are dead, and the wax torch will not dry until they turn to ashes. ——Li Shangyin
3. Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers. ——Gong Zizhen
4. If there is no teacher in the world, the way will be further separated. ——Liu Zongyuan
5. Once a teacher, always a father. ——Guan Hanqing
6. The ancient scholars must be strict with their teachers, and the teachers should be strict and then they should be respected. ——Ouyang Xiu
7. Scholars must seek teachers, and they must be cautious in following them. ——Cheng Yi
8. Sneak into the night with the wind, moistening things silently. ——Du Fu
9. A teacher is someone who preaches, teaches, and resolves doubts. ——Han Yu
10. New bamboo branches are higher than old bamboo branches, all because of the support of old branches. Next year there will be new ones, and one hundred thousand dragons and grandsons will surround Fengchi. ——Zheng Xie
11. The sage is the teacher of impermanence. ——Han Yu
12. It is better to seek a teacher than to study. ——Yang Xiong
13. Learning is as valuable as teachers and friends. ——Tang Zhen
14. Among the ancient sage kings, there was no one who did not respect his teacher. ——Lv Buwei
15. Donggong Bai Shuzi, Nansi Yuan Zen Master. Where to meet each other far away, when there is nothing in mind. ——Bai Juyi
3. Poems about praising teachers
The most glorious profession under the sun, the engineer of the human soul; 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 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 support, 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 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.
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, nourish 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 particle. 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.
The value of a firefly lies in using the lamp hanging on its tail to illuminate 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.
4. A collection of ancient poems praising the profession of teachers
Untitled The spring is still in full bloom on the candles The meaning is thicker The peach and plum trees are planted on the board The fruit is full of China Untitled Wind and rain moisten the peaches and plums Black and white painting Who knows the spring and autumn The snow on the temples, the sun and the moon are gradually disappearing. 1. With a long history, I want to seek talents and pillars, in the sky, land and sea.
I have been busy traveling here and there for half my life, but now I am sailing again, the road is far away, the mountains are high and the water is long. 2. Teacher Kuang Huanxue is a man of high moral character, great Confucianism and erudition, and he respects heroes and heroes.
The time, place and people are favorable, and the pen is like a devil, which makes people marvel. 3. Wang Benzheng Dare to speak, dare to act, dare to act, and have no complaints, no regrets, no regrets.
In the violent storms and thunders, I exhale and raise my eyebrows, who else in the world would be better than me? 4. Huilan Pavilion For the sake of our country, our home and our people, we are exposed to wind and rain. The blue sea, blue sky and white clouds, the sun, moon and stars, accompany me in my lifelong pursuit.
5. Guan Zhongtu was upright and upright in his work. Gathering heroes from all over the world, I have masters who are famous, and I am at the mercy of the world.
6. The Picture of Yixian has a mind of thousands of miles around the world and looks to the infinite future. Showing his unparalleled talents, he returned to the Yaotai, and the world was horrified.
Green Field Hall opens to occupy Wuhua, and passers-by give directions to Ling Gong’s house. Your Majesty has peaches and plums all over the world, why use the platform in front of the hall that looks like a dream palace, knowing that the beautiful girl is coming?
The singers and singers are dim, and the shadows of flowers and the moon are lingering. I laugh at my three leisure paths, and I miss you with seven sorrows.
Flowing wine glasses and red leaves, poetry and wine. Plant more flowers.
The Picture of Yixian has a mind of thousands of miles around the world and looks to the infinite future. Showing his unparalleled talents, he returned to the Yaotai, and the world was horrified.
Huilan Pavilion For the country, the family and the people, the wind blows, the sun and the rain. Untitled Spring is still there when the silk is gone, the meaning is thicker when the candle is turned, peach and plum trees are planted on the board, and the fruit is full of China. Untitled, the wind and rain moisten the peaches and plums, black and white painting of spring and autumn, who knows the snow on the temples, the sun and the moon are gradually disappearing.
I have been busy traveling here and there for half my life, but now I am sailing again, the road is far away, the mountains are high and the water is long. 2. Teacher Kuang Huanxue is a man of high moral character, great Confucianism and erudition, and he respects heroes and heroes.
The time, place and people are favorable, and the pen is like a devil, which makes people marvel. 3. Wang Benzheng Dare to speak, dare to act, dare to act, and have no complaints, no regrets, no regrets.
In the violent storms and thunders, I exhale and raise my eyebrows, who else in the world would be better than me? 4. Huilan Pavilion For the sake of our country, our home and our people, we are exposed to wind and rain. The blue sea, blue sky and white clouds, the sun, moon and stars, accompany me in my lifelong pursuit.
5. Guan Zhongtu was upright and upright in his work. Gathering heroes from all over the world, I have masters who are famous, and I am at the mercy of the world.
6. The Picture of Yixian has a mind of thousands of miles around the world and looks to the infinite future. Showing his unparalleled talents, he returned to the Yaotai, and the world was horrified.
Green Field Hall opens to occupy Wuhua, and passers-by give directions to Ling Gong’s house. Your Majesty has peaches and plums all over the world, why use the palace in front of the hall that looks like a dream palace, knowing that the beautiful girl is coming?
The singers and singers are dim, and the shadows of flowers and the moon are lingering. I laugh at my three leisure paths, and I miss you with seven sorrows.
Flowing wine glasses and red leaves, poetry and wine. Plant more flowers.
The Picture of Yixian has a mind of thousands of miles around the world and looks to the infinite future. Showing his unparalleled talents, he returned to the Yaotai, and the world was horrified.
Huilan Pavilion For the country, the home and the people, weather the wind and rain.
The blue sea, blue sky and white clouds, the sun, the moon and the stars, accompany me all my life to pursue my master, teach my children and goddaughter, and work hard for half a lifetime.
A head full of white hair, sweet milk for a lifetime. 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.
(Li Shangyin's "Untitled") There are no words for peaches and plums, and they will make their own mistakes (idiom) The world is full of peaches and plums. (It’s ominous to go out).
5. Poems praising the teacher's work
Missing the gardener
Everything that has passed will become a kind memory -
Teacher , I miss my middle school days, my alma mater, and you...
If I could turn back time, let me go back to my student days -
Dear teacher, how much I want to listen to you again Those sincere teachings...
In the long years since we left, your voice has always sounded in my ears; your figure has always appeared in front of my eyes; your teachings have always stayed in my heart. In my heart...
Life is an endless road, I walk, walk, keep 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!
Whenever there is a 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 are still the same and the appearance is still 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.
6. Words, poems, and famous sayings that praise the work of teachers
Teachers are engineers of the human soul - Stalin
The silkworms in the spring will die, and the wax torch will be gone. Tears dry before they turn to ashes - Li Shangyin
The most glorious profession under the sun
Engineer of the human soul;
Teachers are like candles, burning themselves and illuminating other people.
A three-foot podium, a three-inch tongue, a three-inch pen, three thousand peaches and plums
Ten years of trees, ten years of wind, ten years of rain, one hundred thousand beams
As a role model for the world, as a teacher
Teachers are our biological parents! Our parents gave birth to us and our teachers educated us!
Quotations and poems praising teachers
1. Your work is in the present, but it is building the future of the motherland; your teaching is in the classroom, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland.
2. 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 for a hundred years.
3. On our way from childishness to maturity, from ignorance to civilization, you use the torch of life to clear the way for us.
4. The teacher’s spring breeze bathes my heart every day
5. A good teacher is better than ten thousand books.
6. Dear teacher, your sincere love has awakened so much confusion, nurtured so much self-confidence, ignited so much youth, and destroyed so much ambition.
7. The silver hair of the crane reflects the sun and the moon, and the fervent heart fertilizes new flowers.
8. Once a teacher, always a father.
9. All these gifts are from my teacher.
10. Gardener, a noble title, I wish you a world full of peaches and plums, and spring sunshine everywhere.
11. Rivers push us to the vast sea, and dawn brings us bright mornings; dear teacher, you lead us to a magnificent life.
12. 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.
13. Teachers are cultivators of beauty 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.
14. 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.
15. Teacher, the light of wisdom emanating from us will always shine with the spark ignited by you yourself