1. Poems about teachers sacrificing themselves for others

Poems about teachers sacrificing themselves for others 1. Poems about teachers

Poems about praising teachers:

1. The spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they are dead, and the wax torch will not dry until it turns to ashes and tears. ——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 "Book 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.

2. Quotes about sacrificing oneself for others

If I don’t go to hell, who will?

Worry about the world’s worries first, and rejoice after the world’s happiness

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

After exhausting themselves, they will die. (Zhuge Liang's "Later's Discipline")

Sacrificing his life to go to the national disaster, seeing death as a sudden return home. (Cao Zhi)

Life should be like a candle, burning from top to bottom, always bright. ——Xiao Chunu

What a magnificent cause it is to work for the happiness of mankind, and how great this purpose is! ——Saint Simon

Treat the happiness of others as your own happiness, dedicate flowers to others, and keep the thorns to yourself! —— Valdes

Cows eat grass and horses eat food. Cows enjoy the least and produce the most power, so it is best to be a scalper. I am willing to serve the party and the people as a scalper for the rest of my life. ——Wang Jinxi

Only the happiness of the entire human race is your happiness. ——Di Cigen

If one day, I can contribute to the interests of our public, I will consider myself the happiest person in the world. —— Gogol

3. Poems about teachers

Teacher, everyone says that you cultivate the pillars of the motherland;

But I want to say, you They 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 the future generations!

Your character and spirit can be described 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, the 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 the beautiful sunshine and moisten with the beautiful rain and dew.

Our hearts are full of green grass and blooming flowers!

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...< /p>

Over the years, the sand grains become 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 progress in learning. That bumpy road. 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 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 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 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.

Your teaching career has countless proud and happy memories, 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...

The spring silkworm has never spoken a self-proclaimed word in its life, and the silver thread it spits out is the measure. The ruler of 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 back to shine on 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!