1. Poems about educators (verses about teachers)

Poems about educators (verses about teachers) 1. Poems about 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 plums, ten years of trees, ten years of wind, ten years of rain, a hundred thousand beams, spring silkworms to the death silk When the wax torch turns to ashes and the tears begin to dry up, our teacher will be like a candle, burning himself 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 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 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 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.

2. What are the poems about education

1. "Teacher's Theory"

Tang Dynasty: Han Yu

Ancient scholars must There is a teacher. A teacher is the one who preaches the truth, receives karma and resolves doubts. People are not born with knowledge, how can they be free from confusion? If you are confused and do not follow the teacher, it is confusion, and you will not be able to understand it in the end. Those who were born before me, they heard the Tao before me, and I learned from them; those born after me, they heard the Tao before me, and I learned from them. My teacher, do you know who was born to me one year or another? Therefore, there is neither high nor low, neither long nor short. Where the Tao exists, the teacher exists.

2. "Yuanshi"

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

Bai Shuzi of Donggong, Zen Master Yuan of Nansi.

Where to meet each other far away, when there is nothing in mind.

3. "Lin Qinnan Respects the Teacher"

Qing Dynasty: Anonymous

When Xiao Lianshu, Lin Qinnan of Fujian County, was six or seven years old, he studied as a teacher. The teacher was so poor that he had no rice for cooking. Lin Zhizhi wanted to return home urgently, so he filled his socks with rice and carried them to his teacher. The teacher was angry and called him a thief, but he couldn't bear it. Lin Gui told his mother, who laughed and said, "If you have a good heart, how can this be the gift of repair?" He called Bei and sent rice and a stone to the private school, and the teacher accepted it.

4. "Gift to Meng Haoran"

Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

I love Master Meng, and his love is known all over the world.

The beauty abandons her crown, and her white head lies in the pine clouds.

The drunken moon frequently attracts saints, and the lost flowers are of no concern to you.

You can look up to the high mountains, just to bow to the clear fragrance.

5. "Questioning"

Qing Dynasty: Liu Kai

Confucius was not ashamed to ask questions, and his master was wise. The ancients regarded asking questions as a virtue, but did not see it as shameful. Later gentlemen argued that asking questions was a shame. However, what the ancients were deeply ashamed of, there are many people in later generations who practice it without feeling shame. Sad man!

3. Famous quotes and ancient poems about teachers

Falling red flowers are not heartless things, they turn into spring mud to protect flowers.

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

The more you look up, the higher you get, and the more you drill, the stronger you become.

The peach gift is silent, the trick is its own fault

Once a teacher, always a father

The jade pot contains the heart of ice

Written in red pen The soul of the teacher

As sincere as a father’s words

Yin Yin is like a friend

A few lines of words are light

A thick touch for a lifetime

Looking forward to those who come after me

Rewarding the Master with success

Rewarding Master Tang Liu Shang

The void is nowhere, as if it were glass.

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

Yuanshi Bai Juyi of Tang Dynasty

Bai Shuzi of Donggong, Zen master Yuan of Nansi.

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

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

The mountains are high and the rivers are long, but the sun and the moon are long-lasting, but my teacher's kindness is long-lasting

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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 of silk until they die,

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

The morning mirror is full of worry, but the clouds on the temples have changed.

The moonlight should be cold when singing at night.

There is no way to get to Pengshan.

The bluebird is diligent in looking around

4. Poems about teachers

1. Falling Red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers. ——Gong Zizhen's "Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai"

Interpretation: When I resign and return home, I am like a fallen flower falling from a branch, but it is not a ruthless thing. It turns into soil and can still play a role. The role of nurturing the next generation.

2. Spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they die, and wax torches will not dry until they turn to ashes. ——Li Shangyin's "Untitled"

Definition: The spring silkworm does not spin out all its silk until it dies, and the wax torch turns to ashes before the tears dry up.

3. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently. ——Du Fu's "Joyful Rain on a Spring Night"

Interpretation: (Rain) Accompanied by the gentle breeze, quietly enters the night, finely and densely, nourishing all things on the earth.

4. New bamboo branches are higher than old bamboo branches, all because of the support of old stems. —— Zheng Xie's "Hsinchu"

Definition: Newly grown bamboos are taller than old bamboos, and their growth is entirely supported by old branches.

5. Donggong Bai Shuzi, Nansi Yuan Zen Master. ——Bai Juyi's "Yuanshi"

Explanation: As an official in the court, I and Zen Master Ziyuan in Nan Temple can make myself feel much calmer every time we meet.

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Famous aphorisms about teachers.

1. If his body is upright, he will not do what he is told; if his body is not upright, he will not do what he is told. ——Confucius 2. Teaching by example is more important than words. ——Wang Fuzhi

3. If you want students to be eager to learn, you must be eager to learn. Only a teacher who never tires of learning can teach students who never tire of learning. ——Tao Xingzhi

4. When students are asked to do things, faculty and staff do it personally; when students are asked to learn knowledge, faculty and staff learn it personally; when students are required to abide by rules, faculty and staff personally do it *Keep. ——Tao Xingzhi,

5. When educating others, the vast majority of teachers forget that they need to learn from the educated. ——[Su] Gorky "Gorky on Newspapers"

5. Poems about praising education

I am proud because I am a teacher. In my childhood, the person I admired most was Teacher, the most memorable sentence is: Teachers are engineers of the human soul - cultivating with pens, sowing with words, watering with sweat, and nourishing with hard work.

This is the noble labor of the people’s teachers! It is this passion and persistence that gives me endless strength and makes my belief in life stronger. So, at the first crossroads in my life, I resolutely chose the profession of teaching.

I am proud, I am a Chinese teacher; I am proud, I am a young teacher; I am proud, I am a primary school teacher; When I first entered primary school as a teacher , how excited and proud I feel.

However, as the saying goes: Only when you are drunk do you know the taste of wine is strong, and only when you are a teacher do you know it is difficult to be a teacher.

In order to give a good class, I often think about it day and night, carefully read various relevant reference materials, actively seek advice from experienced teachers, and carefully prepare each class. Sometimes it is late at night, and after a tiring day, I lie in bed, but my mind is still full of questions and answers. When inspiration comes, I forget my fatigue, and I get up and write until I am satisfied.

This is all for the kids because I am a teacher. The spring of unpredictable weather has passed, and the spring of education reform has quietly arrived. I know that in this curriculum reform experiment, a group of young teachers will be trained to become the backbone of teaching and become famous teachers.

Although I have not been on the front line of curriculum reform this year, I have always felt that curriculum reform is not for individual grades, individual teachers, individual schools, individual districts. As long as you study hard and actively explore, maybe curriculum reform You have to pay for the fruits first. Yes, the curriculum reform provides a new opportunity for all our on-the-job teachers. If you can keep pace with the times and make great achievements in the curriculum reform, you will get more than just a famous teacher. title; if you can't get results in the curriculum reform, or even hang around there, then you will lose more than just a position. So we have to work hard. If young people don’t work hard, old people will be sad. Although I feel a lot of pressure, not enough time, busy work, and heavy tasks, I will not complain at all. Instead, I will feel proud, because I am a member of the new century. People's teacher.

Although I already knew that what was flying in that classroom was hope, and what was guarding the nest was myself; what was written on that blackboard was truth, what was erased was utility; what was drawn with that piece of chalk was a rainbow. , what is shed is the teardrop, what is dedicated is oneself. but! Regarding my original choice, I have no regrets in this life.

I will continue to learn and make progress while I am young, and use my current passion to write the glory of the Ming Dynasty. I will use my own hands to work quietly with everyone, and together we will hold up the sun of tomorrow’s education in China! Glorious career and noble teacher ethics. There is such a girl. When she was young, she often looked at the stars in a daze: What will she do when she grows up? To be a heroic female soldier, to be a glamorous star, or to be a successful female entrepreneur? But when she grew up, she happened to be admitted to a normal college—this is me.

At first, I felt a little empty in my heart, thinking that my ambition would be unfulfilled. It wasn't until I actually stood in front of the sacred podium that I discovered that "a mere three feet has extraordinary knowledge." The short three years of teaching made me understand a lot and changed a lot.

I saw that teachers are like hard-working farmers, "working at sunrise and resting at sunset", cultivating the same piece of land carefully and selflessly. Young teachers spend their youth rooted in the three-foot podium without any regrets; middle-aged teachers put their families aside and devote themselves to teaching; old teachers work hard like old scalpers without getting tired.

Especially the principal - an outstanding old party member and an old teacher with outstanding contributions. She founded this new school with elegant environment, first-class equipment, modern high taste and opened up a new path for education reform. , leading us towards the new century with high spirits! "Everything is for the students, for all students, for everything for the students." The principal said, and the teacher followed her lead.

Teaching practice has made me understand the connotation of the word "tired", the structure of the word "love", and how to teach my students. Slowly, this "Song of Devotion for the New Century" was born in my heart.

I fell in love with it like an obsession. Not good at singing, I silently interpret the true meaning of this song with my actions every day. I have become a life friend and a learning mentor for 38 children. I no longer place my dreams on the stars, but devote more energy to the children.

I exchange my sincerity for the children's trust and care for their growth with love. "Moistening things silently", the children are making progress and growing up day by day.

Listening to them go from childish "babble" to reciting beautiful poems, I deeply realized the glory and pride of being a teacher. The healthy growth of my children is my greatest joy in life.

This group of lively children is the sustenance of my soul and the joy I pursue! I will use my sincere dedication to play the most beautiful melody of this "Song of Love"! (2) Time flies, and in the blink of an eye I have spent almost four years on the education front. Looking back on these more than a thousand days and nights, I have experienced ups and downs. I have gradually become familiar with the profession of teaching, and I have gradually gained some gains in my silent hard work.

With an ardent yearning for the sacredness of the distant place, I resolutely chose to be a teacher; with an infinite longing for private education, I decided to step into the hot land of the new century. In order to worship the holy land in the distance, I traveled day and night without any regrets.

For countless days and nights, I stayed away from the hustle and bustle of the crowd, said goodbye to the feasting and feasting, and rushed to the dimly lit place. I keep company with the breeze and white clouds, and win the vastness of the soul in the ocean of knowledge.

Teacher, this sacred title, is like a magnet that attracts my wandering eyes and soothes my restless heart. For many quiet nights, I was content with loneliness and kept writing.

Sometimes, in order to prepare a lesson, I study the teaching materials carefully several times; sometimes, in order to prepare a material, I read a lot of books, constantly learn new knowledge and improve educational concepts; sometimes, in order to write a good article Reports, I pondered over and over a few dozen simple words, carefully scrutinizing; sometimes, in order to complete the urgent tasks assigned by the school, I gave up my rest days and worked overtime until the rooster crowed. "There is a road to the mountain of books, and diligence is the path, and there is no limit to the sea of ??learning and the boat is the boat." While working hard, there will naturally be gains and rewards.

I have been working hard for the past few years.