1. Poems about retired teachers
2. Poems about praising retired teachers
Poems about retired teachers 1. Praising "the teacher who is about to retire" What are the poems?
1. The spring silkworms will die before their silk is exhausted, and the wax torch will turn to ashes before the tears dry up. ——Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty, "Untitled"
Definition: The spring silkworm spins its cocoon and spins out the silk only when it dies, and the wax candle like tears can only drip dry when the candle burns out and turns to ashes.
2. Falling red flowers are not heartless things, they turn into spring mud to protect flowers. ——Qing Gong Zizhen's "Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai"
Interpretation: Falling flowers are not heartless, and they are turned into fertilizers which are more conducive to the growth of other flowers
3. New bamboo branches are higher than old bamboo branches , all relying on the support of veteran cadres. ——Zheng Banqiao, Qing Dynasty, "Hsinchu"
Definition: Newly grown bamboos are taller than old bamboos, and their growth is entirely supported by old branches.
4. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently. ——Tang Du Fu's "Spring Night Happy Rain"
Definition: Accompanying the gentle breeze, quietly enters the night. Finely and densely, it nourishes all things on the earth.
5. There is no need to plant more flowers in front of the hall when there are peaches and plums all over the world. ——Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty, "Planting Flowers in the Green Wild Hall of Your Majesty the Lord"
Interpretation: Your lord's students are all over the world, so why bother planting flowers in front of the house?
6. Shake off and know Song Yubei well, and he is also my teacher in being elegant and elegant. ——Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, "Ode to the Ancient Relics·Falling Leaves and Deeply Understanding Song Yu's Sorrow"
Interpretation: The falling leaves are a deep understanding of Song Yu's sadness. His elegance and elegance can be my teacher.
7. Even if you are not a bear, you should respect the teacher as the emperor. ——Liu Ji, Ming Dynasty, "Picture of Taigong Fishing in the Wei River"
Interpretation: On the bank of the Wei River, I saw Taigong fishing as expected, so he went to talk to Taigong, and Taigong pleased King Wen with his learned words. So he invited the grandpa to take the same car back to Xiqi and worshiped the grandpa as his teacher.
8. After hearing Master Ying’s playing, he got up and sat aside. ——Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty, "Listening to Master Ying Playing the Qin"
Interpretation: Listening to the sound of your piano, which is soft and strong at times, can make people feel uplifted and strong people sit down.
9. No matter how proud a person is of his achievements, he should drink water and think about his source. He should remember that his teachers sowed the first seeds for his growth. ——Marie Curie
10. To learn, nothing should be more important than respecting your teacher. ——Tan Sitong
11. Teachers are not only disseminators of knowledge, but also role models. ——[USA] Bruner
2. Poems in praise of retired teachers
Unforgettable teachers
A three-foot podium with a heart,
Thousands of words and thousands of words.
When you are strict, you hate iron and cannot become steel.
When you are kind, you are like your parents.
The chalk and blackboard lose wisdom,
The hard work builds the soul.
Once the cardamom flower first bloomed,
Now frost and snow cover the temples.
The state of Qi governs the country and brings peace to the world.
Who is the king who knows himself without any teacher?
The Analects of Confucius has been passed down to generations,
Today the garden is full of peaches and plums.
Sunlight nurtures all things in the world,
The king of heaven and earth is respected as his parent and teacher.
Every drop of water should be reported by a spring.
When you drink water, don’t forget the man who dug the well.
Zedong never forgot his master when he founded the country.
The emperor honored Confucius in the forest of steles.
A teacher for a day will eventually become a father,
Yan and Huang have been passed down to their descendants since ancient times.
The Chinese Lion wakes up to our generation,
Every inch of grass repays the kindness of our teacher.
3. What are the poems praising "retired teachers"
Spring silkworms will die when they die, and wax torches will turn to ashes before tears dry up.
——Interpretation of "Untitled" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty: Spring silkworms spin cocoons only when they die, and candles burn out and turn to ashes before the tear-like wax drips dry. Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers.
——Interpretation of "Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai" by Gong Zizhen of the Qing Dynasty: Falling flowers are not heartless. They are turned into fertilizers and are more conducive to the growth of other flowers. New bamboo is higher than old bamboo branches, all relying on the support of old stems. ——Explanation of "Hsinchu" by Zheng Banqiao, Qing Dynasty: Newly grown bamboos are taller than old bamboos, and their growth is entirely supported by old branches.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently. ——Tang Du Fu's "Spring Night Happy Rain" interpretation: Accompanying the gentle breeze, quietly enters the night.
Finely and densely, it nourishes all things on the earth. Your Majesty has peaches and plums all over the world, why bother planting more flowers in front of the hall?
——Interpretation of Tang Dynasty’s Bai Juyi’s “Fenghe Linggong Plants Flowers in the Green Wild Hall”: Your Linggong’s students are all over the world, so why should we plant flowers in front of the house? Shake off and know Song Yubei well, and he is also my teacher in being elegant and elegant. ——Tang Du Fu's "Ode to Ancient Relics·Falling Leaves and Deeply Knowing Song Yu's Sorrow" Interpretation: The falling leaves are a deep understanding of Song Yu's sadness. His elegant and graceful person can be my teacher.
Ou Ying Fei Xiong Zhao, respected as the teacher of the emperor. ——Ming Dynasty. Liu Ji's "Picture of Taigong Fishing in the Wei" explains: On the bank of the Wei River, I saw Taigong fishing as expected, so he went to talk to Taigong. Taigong pleased King Wen with his learned words.
So he invited the grandpa to take the same car back to Xiqi and worshiped the grandpa as his teacher. After hearing Master Ying's playing, he got up and sat aside.
——Interpretation of "Listening to Master Ying Playing the Qin" by Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty: Listening to the sound of your qin is soft and strong, which can make people feel strong and make people feel low. No matter how proud a person's achievements are, he should drink water and think about his source. He should remember that his teachers sowed the first seeds for his growth.
——Mrs. Curie, as a student, there is nothing more important than respecting the teacher. ——Teacher Tan Sitong is not only a disseminator of knowledge, but also a model.
——[USA] Bruner.
4. Poems in praise of retired teachers
1. "I will become you when I grow up" Inch by inch, the chalk dyes white and your hair rises up and is lit into a candle to illuminate Others let each hieroglyph become the footprints you walked on. Climb to the top of the cliff and let those who come after you step on your shoulders. Send batches of students on the road. The shining stars radiate with splendor and brilliance. Use up the last bit of residual heat. This is the life of a teacher and the human soul. Engineer! 2. Who is "Teacher, thank you for your hard work"? Lead us who are ignorant into a spacious classroom and teach us a wealth of knowledge? It's you! teacher! With your hard work and sweat, you have nurtured the tender seedlings that just broke through the ground in spring.
Who is it? Educate us who are naughty into considerate and helpful people? It's you! teacher! Your care is like the gentle spring breeze that warms our hearts. Who is it? Cultivate us young people into mature and sensible teenagers? It's you! teacher! Your protection allows us to grow healthily.
Bear fruit in the golden autumn season. Thank you for your hard work! teacher! People who work hard in the scorching heat and cold.
Thank you for your hard work! teacher! People who devote their youth to nothing. We pay you the highest respect! Thank you for your hard work, teacher! 3. "Teacher's Praise" How many years of seasons have been reincarnated, how many springs, summers, autumns and winters, you are a red candle burning a bright life, how much blood and sweat you have dedicated, you do not seek to leave a famous name in history, you spread the fire of wisdom with your true feelings.
Just like the spring silkworm devotes his life's loyalty, just like the winter plum sings the song of early spring. How many blind nights have there been, how many times the lights have been on, you have been seen hunched over the desk in the long night, your black hair added to your hair, your three-foot podium filled with laughter, you have shortened the distance between hearts with your friendship.
You are the sunshine that melts the indifferent ice and snow, and you are the one who guides people out of the labyrinth of science. ah! Glorious teacher, hardworking gardener! The fragrance of peaches and plums is your joy, silently dedicated and selfless soul.
Ah! Glorious teacher, hardworking gardener! The fragrance of peaches and plums is your joy, silently dedicated and selfless soul. 4. "Teacher's Eyes" The teacher's eyes are like the moon at night. We are the stars, twinkling in the teacher's smile.
The teacher’s eyes are like an endless ocean. We are little fishes, swimming around happily in the arms of the teacher.
The teacher’s eyes are like the blue sky. We are one white cloud after another.
Under her gaze, floating around freely, the teacher's eyes were like a mirror. Can illuminate our souls.
5. "Ode to Teachers" Others take gold from life. You can only get the fragrance of flowers. Your gold is the morning sun, your silver is the fifteenth moon, but you still whistle happily, your pride. It is the fragrance of peaches and plums.
Poems about praising retired teachers 1. What are the poems praising "teachers who are about to retire"
1. The spring silkworms will die only when their threads are gone, and the wax torches will turn to ashes before their tears dry up.
——Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty, "Untitled"
Definition: The spring silkworm spins its cocoon and spins out the silk only when it dies, and the wax candle like tears can only drip dry when the candle burns out and turns to ashes.
2. Falling red flowers are not heartless things, they turn into spring mud to protect flowers. ——Qing Gong Zizhen's "Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai"
Interpretation: Falling flowers are not heartless, and they are turned into fertilizers which are more conducive to the growth of other flowers
3. New bamboo branches are higher than old bamboo branches , all relying on the support of veteran cadres. ——Zheng Banqiao, Qing Dynasty, "Hsinchu"
Definition: Newly grown bamboos are taller than old bamboos, and their growth is entirely supported by old branches.
4. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently. ——Tang Du Fu's "Spring Night Happy Rain"
Definition: Accompanying the gentle breeze, quietly enters the night. Finely and densely, it nourishes all things on the earth.
5. There is no need to plant more flowers in front of the hall when there are peaches and plums all over the world. ——Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty, "Planting Flowers in the Green Wild Hall of Your Majesty the Lord"
Interpretation: Your lord's students are all over the world, so why bother planting flowers in front of the house?
6. Shake off and know Song Yubei well, and he is also my teacher in being elegant and elegant. ——Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, "Ode to the Ancient Relics·Falling Leaves and Deeply Knowing Song Yu's Sorrow"
Interpretation: The falling leaves are a deep understanding of Song Yu's sadness. His elegance and elegance can be my teacher.
7. Even if you are not a bear, you should respect the teacher as the emperor. ——Liu Ji, Ming Dynasty, "Picture of Taigong Fishing in the Wei River"
Explanation: On the bank of the Wei River, I saw Taigong fishing as expected, so he went to talk to Taigong, and Taigong pleased King Wen with his learned words. So he invited the grandpa to take the same car back to Xiqi and worshiped the grandpa as his teacher.
8. After hearing Master Ying’s playing, he got up and sat aside. ——Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty, "Listening to Master Ying Playing the Qin"
Interpretation: Listening to the sound of your piano, which is soft and strong at times, can make people feel uplifted and strong people sit down.
9. No matter how proud a person is of his achievements, he should drink water and think about his source. He should remember that his teachers sowed the first seeds for his growth. ——Marie Curie
10. To learn, nothing should be more important than respecting your teacher. ——Tan Sitong
11. Teachers are not only disseminators of knowledge, but also role models. ——[USA] Bruner
2. Poems in praise of retired teachers
1. "I will become you when I grow up" Inch by inch, the chalk dyes your hair white Rise up and light a candle to illuminate others. Let each hieroglyph become the footprints you have walked. Climb to the top of the cliff and let those who come after you step on your shoulders. Send batches of students on the road. The shining stars are radiating brilliantly and use up the last bit of residual heat. This is the teacher’s life as an engineer of the human soul! 2. Who is "Teacher, thank you for your hard work"? Lead us who are ignorant into a spacious classroom and teach us a wealth of knowledge? It's you! teacher! With your hard work and sweat, you have nurtured the tender seedlings that have just broken ground in spring.
Who is it? Educate us who are naughty into considerate and helpful people? It's you! teacher! Your care is like the gentle spring breeze that warms our hearts. Who is it? Cultivate us young people into mature and sensible teenagers? It's you! teacher! Your protection allows us to grow healthily.
Bear fruit in the golden autumn season. Thank you for your hard work! teacher! People who work hard in the scorching heat and cold.
Thank you for your hard work! teacher! People who devote their youth to nothing. We pay you the highest respect! Thank you for your hard work, teacher! 3. "Teacher's Praise" How many years of seasons have been reincarnated, how many springs, summers, autumns and winters, you are a red candle burning a bright life, how much blood and sweat you have dedicated, you do not seek to leave a famous name in history, you spread the fire of wisdom with your true feelings.
Just like the spring silkworm devotes his life's loyalty, just like the winter plum sings the song of early spring. How many blind nights, how many times the lights are on, you are sitting at the desk in the long night, adding luster to your black hair, laughing on the three-foot podium, you shorten the distance between hearts with your friendship.
You are the sunshine that melts the indifferent ice and snow, and you are the one who guides people out of the labyrinth of science. ah! Glorious teacher, hardworking gardener! The fragrance of peaches and plums is your joy, silently dedicated and selfless soul.
Ah! Glorious teacher, hardworking gardener! The fragrance of peaches and plums is your joy, silently dedicated and selfless soul. 4. "Teacher's Eyes" The teacher's eyes are like the moon at night. We are the stars, twinkling in the teacher's smile.
The teacher’s eyes are like an endless ocean.
We are little fishes, swimming around happily in the arms of the teacher.
The teacher’s eyes are like the blue sky. We are one white cloud after another.
Under her gaze, floating around freely, the teacher's eyes were like a mirror. Can illuminate our souls.
5. "Ode to Teachers" Others take gold from life. You can only get the fragrance of flowers. Your gold is the morning sun, your silver is the fifteenth moon, but you still whistle happily, your pride. It is the fragrance of peaches and plums.
3. What are the poems praising "retired teachers"
Spring silkworms will die when they die, and wax torches will turn to ashes before tears dry up.
——Interpretation of "Untitled" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty: The spring silkworm spins its cocoon until it dies and spins out all the silk; the candle burns out and turns to ashes before the tear-like wax drips dry. Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers.
——Interpretation of "Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai" by Gong Zizhen of the Qing Dynasty: Falling flowers are not heartless. They are turned into fertilizers and are more conducive to the growth of other flowers. New bamboo is higher than old bamboo branches, all relying on the support of old stems. ——Explanation of "Hsinchu" by Zheng Banqiao, Qing Dynasty: Newly grown bamboos are taller than old bamboos, and their growth is entirely supported by old branches.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently. ——Tang Du Fu's "Spring Night Happy Rain" interpretation: Accompanying the gentle breeze, quietly enters the night.
Finely and densely, it nourishes all things on the earth. Your Majesty has peaches and plums all over the world, why bother planting more flowers in front of the hall?
——Interpretation of Tang Dynasty’s Bai Juyi’s “Fenghe Linggong Plants Flowers in the Green Wild Hall”: Your Linggong’s students are all over the world, so why should we plant flowers in front of the house? Shake off and know Song Yubei well, and he is also my teacher in being elegant and elegant. ——Tang Du Fu's "Ode to Ancient Relics·Falling Leaves and Deeply Knowing Song Yu's Sorrow" Interpretation: The falling leaves are a deep understanding of Song Yu's sadness. His elegant and graceful person can be my teacher.
Ou Ying Fei Xiong Zhao, respected as the teacher of the emperor. ——Ming Dynasty. Liu Ji's "Picture of Taigong Fishing in the Wei River" Explanation: On the bank of the Wei River, I saw Taigong fishing as expected, so he went to talk to Taigong. Taigong pleased King Wen with his learned words.
So he invited the grandpa to take the same car back to Xiqi and worshiped the grandpa as his teacher. After hearing Master Ying's playing, he got up and sat aside.
——Interpretation of "Listening to Master Ying Playing the Qin" by Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty: Listening to the sound of your piano is soft and strong, which can make people feel strong and make people feel low. No matter how proud a person's achievements are, he should drink water and think about his source. He should remember that his teachers sowed the first seeds for his growth.
——Mrs. Curie, as a student, there is nothing more important than respecting the teacher. ——Teacher Tan Sitong is not only a disseminator of knowledge, but also a model.
——[USA] Bruner.
4. Poems in praise of retired teachers
1. "I will become you when I grow up"
Inch by inch of chalk
Dye your hair white
Rise up and light it into a candle
Illuminate others
Let each hieroglyph become you
Footprints you have walked
Climb to the top of the cliff
Let those who come after you step on your shoulders
Send batches of students on the road
Twinkling stars
Radiating brilliance
Using up the last bit of residual heat
This is the life of a teacher
Engineer of the human soul !
2. "Teacher, thank you for your hard work"
Who is it?
Lead us who are ignorant into the spacious classroom,
teach us a wealth of knowledge?
It’s you! teacher!
With your hard work and sweat, you have nurtured the tender seedlings that have just broken ground in spring.
Who is it?
Educate the naughty us
into people who can be considerate and help others?
It’s you! teacher!
Your care is like the gentle spring breeze
It warms our hearts.
Who is it?
Cultivate us, the young ones, into mature and sensible teenagers?
It’s you! teacher!
Your protection allows us to grow healthily.
Bear fruit in the golden autumn season.
Thank you for your hard work! teacher!
People who work hard in the scorching heat and cold.
Thank you for your hard work! teacher!
People who devote their youth to nothing.
We have the highest respect for you!
Thank you for your hard work, teacher!
3. "Teacher's Praise"
How many years have the seasons reincarnated, how many springs, summers, autumns and winters,
You are a red candle burning bright life,
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You have dedicated so much blood and sweat without asking for a famous name in history.
You spread the fire of wisdom with your true feelings.
Just like the spring silkworm devotes its life to loyalty,
Just like the winter plum sings the song of early spring.
How many blind nights, how many times have the lights been on?
In the long night, you have been sitting at your desk,
Adding gorgeous hair to your black hair , the three-foot podium was full of laughter,
You shorten the distance between hearts with your friendship.
You are the sunshine that melts the indifferent ice and snow,
You are the one who guides people out of the labyrinth of science.
Ah! Glorious teacher, hardworking gardener!
The fragrance of peaches and plums is your joy, silently dedicated to your selfless soul.
Ah! Glorious teacher, hardworking gardener!
The fragrance of peaches and plums is your joy, silently dedicated to your selfless soul.
4. "Teacher's Eyes"
The teacher's eyes are like the moon at night,
We are stars,
In the teacher's smile,
twinkles.
The teacher’s eyes are like an endless ocean.
We are small fishes,
in the arms of the teacher,
swimming around happily.
The teacher’s eyes are like the blue sky.
We are one white cloud after another.
Under her gaze,
floated around freely,
The teacher’s eyes were like a mirror.
Can illuminate our souls.
5. "Ode to Teachers"
Others get gold from life
You can only get the fragrance of flowers
Your gold is morning The sun
Your silver is the fifteenth moon
But you still whistle happily
Your pride is the fragrance of peaches and plums
< p> 5. A collection of poems praising teachers1. 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
6. 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 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 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.
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, moisten 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.
7. Famous verses praising teachers
1. Teachers are engineers of the human soul. ——Stalin
2. The silver hair of the crane reflects the sun and the moon, and the fervent heart fertilizes new flowers.
3. Ten years of trees, ten years of wind, ten years of rain, and a hundred thousand beams.
4. As a role model for the world, be a role model for others. ——Famous quotes praising teachers
5. Spring silkworms will not run out until they die, and wax torches will turn to ashes before tears dry up. Author: Li Shangyin - Poems in Praise of Teachers
6. The most glorious profession under the sun; engineer of the human soul.
7. Teachers are like candles, burning themselves and illuminating others.
8. A three-foot podium, a three-inch tongue, a three-inch pen, and three thousand peaches and plums.