1. Poems about teachers who teach well

Poems about teachers who teach well 1. Poems about teachers

The most glorious profession under the sun, Engineer of the human soul; 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, a hundred thousand spring beams, silkworms will not be exhausted until they die, and wax torches will turn to ashes before tears dry up for three years. When people walk, there must be my teacher. 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 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 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 severe 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 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 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.

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 grain of sand in the clam; you use love to lick it, grind it, soak it, wash it... Over time, the grain of 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.

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.

2. Poems about the teacher

Poems praising the teacher:

1. The spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they die, and the wax torch will turn to ashes before the tears dry up. ——Li Shangyin's "Untitled·It's hard to say goodbye when we meet"

2. Shaoluo knows Song Yubei well, and he is also my teacher in elegance and elegance. ——Du Fu's "Five Poems on Ancient Relics·Part 2"

3. The northern captives destroyed the pavilion barrier and heard about the Qianli Division. ——Du Mu's "Books in the Snow"

4. Even if you are not a bear, you should respect the teacher who is the emperor. ——Liu Ji's "Picture of Taigong Fishing in the Wei River"

5. There are so many peaches and plums in the world, why bother planting more flowers in front of the hall. —— Bai Juyi's "Planting Flowers in the Green Wild Hall of Lord He Ling"

Quotes praising teachers:

1. Teachers are engineers of the human soul. ——Stalin

2. Educators’ attention and love will leave an indelible impression on students’ minds. ——Sukhomlinsky

3. Regardless of hard work, peaches will lose their essence when ripe, and plums 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.

4. Show your personality charm in every word and deed, embody the style of a teacher in every move, embody the sincere teachings in every word, and selflessly dedicate your youth every minute.

5. On the podium, the chalk dyes the hair white; at the desk, the responsibility is on the shoulders; watering the flowers to cultivate peaches and plums, the peaches and plums are all over the world; racking the brains and pouring the hard work, the students are greener than blue; like candles and spring silkworms, Give sincerely.

3. 10 ancient poems about teachers

Whoever speaks a word of grass will be rewarded with three villages of sunshine.

The Good Rain Knowledge Festival happens in spring. A teacher for a day is a father for a lifetime.

——Guan Hanqing, Yuan Dynasty. A few words of gift are all serving as a teacher. ——Liang Qichao, "Chinese History Research Methods: Preface" The foundation of goodness lies in teaching, and the foundation of teaching lies in teachers.

——[Song Dynasty] Li Gou's "Guang Qian Shu" Spring silkworms will not run out until they die, and wax torches will turn to ashes before tears dry up. Respect the teacher's way and have a good learning style.

——Kang Youwei's "Collection of Political Commentaries·Speeches in Zhejiang" Li Shangyin's "Untitled" series, there is a sentence in it: "Spring silkworms will not run out until they die, and wax torches will turn to ashes before tears dry up." It is often used to describe The hard work, care and dedication of teachers.

The Five Great Masters of the Far East, Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty, was the concubine of the Bai family in the East Palace and the Zen Master of the Southern Temple. Where to meet each other far away, when there is nothing in mind.

The Five Absolutes: Rewarding the Master, Liu Shang, Tang Dynasty The void is nowhere, as if it were glass. Whoever comes to the realm of poetry will have a Zen heart and pass poetry again.

The jade pot contains the heart of ice, the ink pen writes the soul of the master, as earnest as a father's words, as gentle as a friend, and light as a friend. The few lines of words are thick and thick, and the whole life is full of people's hope that those who come after will succeed in repaying 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. 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.

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 are not many roads to Pengshan, and the bluebirds are diligent in visiting. Teacher's Ode: 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 writes the spring and autumn without words. The silk is not old even if it is spun out in spring, and the candle tears turn into gray and become thicker in autumn.

Three thousand peaches and plums are sown in spring, and China is filled with fruits in autumn. Six Poems of Tianjingsha 1. Pictures of a long history. Desire for talents and pillars, 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 right time, place and people are right, and his 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.

The storm is violent, the thunder is thundering, I exhale and raise my eyebrows, who else in the world is 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.

Four spring breezes bring preparations, and several autumn rains wash away the gaps. The black hair accumulates frost and weaves the sun and the moon, and the chalk silently writes the Spring and Autumn Period.

The silk is not old yet in spring, and the tears of candles 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.

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 There is no saint king in ancient times who did not respect his teacher.

-----Lv Buwei If the whole world does not learn from others, it will lead to confusion. -----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 are also valuable.

-----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 If you are a person of three, you must have a teacher. Choose the good ones and follow them, and change the bad ones.

-----Confucius.

4. Words to describe the good teachings of the teacher

Tireless, conscientious and talented, tireless in teaching, forgetting to sleep and eat, working hard, conscientious and dedicated

Meticulous in writing, agile and smart. People are born out of blue and become a blockbuster

The successors of Tao and Li Zhengyan are unknown and tireless, possessing both political integrity and talent

The spring breeze transforms into rain and moistens things, silently following the guidance, being subtle and amiable

Being diligent and conscientious, good teachers and friends, Tao Li Fenfang teaches you. Fang

Working hard to teach the impermanent teacher, those who can be teachers are young teachers out of the dignity of the blue teacher

Studying the word of mulberry, respecting the teacher and respecting the teacher, spring breeze and rain, working hard

Wax Torch Tears turn to ashes before drying

Follow the guidance

Be tireless in teaching

The world is full of peaches and plums

The door is full of peaches and plums

The first sages first Teacher

Good work and hard work

Peaches and plums on the door and wall

A good teacher makes a good disciple

Work hard (and die)

Once a teacher, always a father

There is a world of peaches and plums, a teacher’s kindness is like a sea,

Those who teach the impermanent teacher, good teachers and friends, are teachers and youths out of the dignity of blue teachers

< p> Studying the mulberry and scheming one word, respecting the teacher, respecting the way, spring breeze, turning into rain, working hard

The wax torch turns to ashes and tears begin to dry up. Follow the good instructions and teach people untiringly. Peach and plum are all over the world

Peach and plum are all over the world. The sage and teacher have a good heart. A good teacher from a bitter family produces a good disciple

A dedicated teacher who works tirelessly to teach others, a good teacher and a friend, a teacher who teaches with dignity and good manners

Obscurity, tirelessness, ability and integrity, hard work

5. Teachers teach people Verses of

1 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

2 The spring silkworms will die only when their threads are gone, and the wax torches will turn to ashes before their tears dry up

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

4 The teacher is a red candle, lighting oneself to illuminate others; the teacher is a spring silkworm, spinning out the last thread of his own.

5 The teacher is the mother, the most beautiful person besides the earth. Great Mother

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

7 Once a teacher, always a father

8 A teacher is The engineer of the human soul - Stalin

9 The most glorious profession under the sun is the engineer of the human soul.

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

6. Good poems describing teachers

1. "Untitled·It's hard to say goodbye when we meet"

Original text of the poem:

Li Shangyin of Tang Dynasty

It’s hard 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 get to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent in visiting.

Vernacular translation:

It is a rare opportunity to meet, and it is even more difficult to part with each other. Moreover, the weather of late spring is approaching with the east wind, and the flowers have withered, which makes people even more sad. . A spring silkworm spins a cocoon and spins out all its silk only when it dies. A candle burns out and turns to ashes before the tear-like wax drips dry.

When a woman looks in the mirror in the morning when she is dressed up, she is only worried that her lush, cloud-like hair will change color and her youthful appearance will disappear. If a man moans and cannot sleep at night, he must feel the cold moon encroaching upon him. The other party's residence is not far away from Penglai Mountain, but there is no way to get there and it is out of reach. I hope there will be a messenger like a blue bird who will diligently visit my lover for me.

2. "Fenghe Linggong planted flowers in the Green Field Hall"

Original poem:

Tang Bai Juyi

Opening of the Green Field Hall Wuhua, passers-by give instructions to Ling Gong's house.

Your Majesty has peaches and plums all over the world, so why bother planting more flowers in front of the hall?

Vernacular translation:

The green field hall is open and captures the essence of all things. Passers-by say that it is your grandpa’s home. Your grandpa’s students are all over the world, so there is no need to have more in front of the house What about planting flowers?

3. "Lovely Rain on a Spring Night"

Original poem:

Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty

Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen.

Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.

The wild paths are all dark with clouds, but the river boats are only bright with fire.

Look at the red and wet places at dawn, and the flowers are heavy on the official city.

Vernacular translation:

Good rain seems to choose the right time to fall in the spring when all things emerge. With the gentle breeze, it quietly enters the night. Finely and densely, it nourishes all things on the earth. Thick dark clouds cover the fields and paths; little lights flicker on the fishing boats on the river. Look at the dewy flowers again tomorrow morning, Chengdu will be full of flowers.

4. "Hsinchu"

Original poem:

Zheng Xie of the Qing Dynasty

Hsinchu is higher than the old bamboo branches, all because of the old stems support.

Next year there will be another new born, the ten-foot-long dragon grandson will be around Fengchi.

Vernacular translation:

Newly grown bamboos are taller than old bamboos, and their growth is entirely supported by the old branches. There will be new growth next year and it will grow taller.

5. Miscellaneous Poems of Jihai (Part 5)

Original poem:

Qing Gong Zizhen

The mighty sorrow of separation, the setting sun, chants Whip East refers to the end of the world.

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

Vernacular translation:

The vast sadness of farewell extends to the distance where the sunset sets in the west. After leaving Beijing, I wave my riding whip eastward and feel as if I am at the end of the world. When I resign and return home, I am like a fallen flower falling from a branch, but it is not a heartless thing. It turns into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation.

Sogou Encyclopedia - Untitled·It’s hard to say goodbye when we meet

Sogou Encyclopedia - "Planting Flowers in Fenghe Linggong’s Green Field Hall"

Sogou Encyclopedia - " Happy Spring Night"

Sogou Encyclopedia-"Hsinchu"

Sogou Encyclopedia-"Miscellaneous Poems of Jihai"