Poems about teachers' hard work 1. Thank the teacher for his poem.

Three-foot platform, three-inch tongue, three-inch pen, three thousand peaches and plums, ten years of trees, ten years of wind, ten years of rain, and a hundred thousand pillars. Silkworms in spring will weave to death, and candles will drain the wick every night. There must be teachers like candles, burning themselves and illuminating others.

We are the flowers of our motherland, and our teacher is a diligent gardener. Teachers are like a long bridge leading to the knowledge coast.

Teachers are like candles, burning themselves and illuminating us. The teacher is like a big tree, sheltering us from the wind and rain.

Teacher, everyone says that you are cultivating the pillars of the motherland; I want to say that you are the pillars of the motherland. You have propped up the backbone of our generation! You are like a red candle, giving all the heat and light to the younger generation! Your character and spirit can be summed up in two words-burning! Keep burning! Ah, with you, the garden is so gorgeous and the earth is full of spring! Teacher, please open the window and have a look. All this love and this garden full of peaches and plums are paying tribute to you! Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how can so many beautiful flowers of the soul bloom? Teacher, the engineer of human soul, who won't praise you! Teacher, you are a cultivator and a sower of beauty.

It is you who shine the beautiful sunshine, moisten the beautiful rain and dew, make our hearts green and full of flowers! Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then students are the sand in the clam; You lick it, grind it, soak it, and wash it with love ... Over the years, the sand turns into pearls and shines. You are like a candle, thin as it is, but with a little heat and light, it illuminates others and exhausts yourself.

This selfless dedication is unforgettable. Your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze and as sweet as a clear spring.

Your love is more severe than father's love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than friendship. You, the teacher's love, is the greatest and cleanest in the world! If we are a ship, then the teacher is a sail, leading us forward in the ocean of knowledge; If we want to embark on a journey, teachers are like candles in our hands, illuminating the bumpy road in our study.

You let us open the window of our hearts, you gave us spiritual support, you sent us on the road of learning and gave us endless encouragement. Teacher, we will always remember you.

Teacher, you are a cultivator and a sower of beauty. It is you, shining with beautiful sunshine, nourishing beautiful rain and dew, making our hearts green and full of flowers! You are busy with the blooming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, silently hanging the shade of leaves! Ah, teacher, your spirit, always remember my heart! You gave us a ruler of life, let us measure it every day; You gave us a mirror of exemplary behavior, and let us learn everywhere.

You are a bridge, connecting the cut mountains for us and leading us to the peak of harvest; You are a green vine, tough and slender, which guides us to collect Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng at the top of the cliff. When Miao Er needs a cup of 636f70793231333533635438+03431303231363365438, never send a bucket of water. And when you need a bucket of water, never give a glass of water.

Giving in due time is a skill of a good gardener. My teacher, this is your art of education.

Regardless of the cold inkstone in Qin Xin, peaches are ripe and dripping, but plums are ripe and incompetent. It is easy to grow flowers, but difficult to educate people. The valley is very fragrant, poems are full of people, paintings are full of people, and talented people smile.

Teacher, you use the noblest feelings of human beings-love, sowing spring, sowing ideals, sowing strength ... sowing with words, cultivating with colored pens, watering with sweat and nourishing with painstaking efforts. This is the noble work of our beloved teacher. You work in the present, but you are building the future of the motherland; You teach in class, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland.

Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then students are the sand in the clam; You lick it, grind it, soak it, and wash it with love ... Over the years, the sand turns into pearls and shines. There are countless proud and happy memories in your teaching career, but you keep them in your heart, just staring at a garden to be explored.

If I were a poet, I would write poems with enthusiasm and praise the vastness and profundity of the sea. And dedicated to you-my broad-minded and knowledgeable teacher.

Teachers are kindling, igniting the fire in students' hearts; Teachers are stone steps, carrying students to climb steadily step by step. You are like a candle, thin as it is, but with a little heat and light, it illuminates others and exhausts yourself.

This selfless dedication is unforgettable. The language of your lectures is as sweet as a tinkling mountain spring, as cordial as a gurgling stream, and as turbulent as a rushing river ... Spring silkworm has never said anything to brag in her life, and the silver silk spit out is a 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 evaluation for you. Your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze and as sweet as a clear spring.

Your love is more severe than father's love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than friendship. Your teacher's love is the greatest and cleanest in the world.

2. Thank the teacher for his poem

Teachers are hardworking gardeners,

We are blooming flowers.

The gardener watered and fertilized the flowers.

Is to teach us seriously,

Let's learn more knowledge.

The teacher is a big umbrella.

We are small animals hiding under umbrellas.

A big umbrella can shelter small animals from the wind and rain.

When we are in trouble,

The teacher will help us at once.

The teacher's heart is a vast sky,

Can tolerate our mistakes.

The mistakes we made,

Teachers always forget quickly.

"Silkworms in spring will weave until they die,

Every night, the candle will cry the wick away. "

This is our dear teacher.

. Thank you teacher!

Ancient Poetry: Silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and candles will drain the wick every night.

3. Poems describing the teacher's hard work

The platform is very narrow,

This blackboard is very long.

Tired from three hours of class,

Busy all year round.

White ink board,

Silver frost appears in black.

The world is full of peaches and plums,

Teachers are immortal.

Growing up,

Growing up is deeply grateful,

Always teaching,

Don't think I am stupid.

Draw paper by the curtain. Quiet.

Knock on the board, the market is noisy.

Master does not seek fame and fortune.

Later generations passed down 72 sages.

1, silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drip the wick dry every night.

2. I feel shallow at the end of the paper and don't know how to do it.

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I met her a long time ago, but it has been longer since we broke up.

From the east wind, a hundred flowers blossom.

Silkworms in spring weave until they die,

Every night, the candle will cry dry the wick.

In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror.

However, she bravely faced the cold moonlight with her evening song.

There are not many roads to Pengshan.

Oh, Bluebird, please go there and look at me.

4. Praise the teacher's poem

Sentence: Teachers are like hard-working gardeners who take pains to cultivate our growth.

Teachers are like candles, illuminating our way forward.

Teachers are lovely and respectable people!

When frustrated, the indicator lights up

Navigation mark when lost

The direction when confused.

You warm every classmate's heart with fire-like emotion, countless hearts are stirred by you, and even your back is condensed with fiery eyes …

You are not an actor, but you attract our hungry eyes; You are not a singer, but let the clear spring of knowledge tinkle and sing charming songs; You are not a sculptor, but you are shaping the soul of young people ... Teacher, how can I forget you!

Praise the teacher's famous saying:

Teachers are engineers of the human soul.

Stalin

The higher you climb, the harder you drill.

On Zi Han

New bamboo is taller than old bamboo branches.

Are supported by veteran cadres.

There will be new students next year,

100,000 dragons and grandchildren go around Fengchi.

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Zheng Xie