Teachers are engineers of the human soul.

-Stalin

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

-Li Shangyin

The most glorious occupation under the sun

Engineers of the human soul;

Teachers are like candles, burning themselves and illuminating others.

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 columns.

Be a model and a teacher.

Teachers are our biological parents! My parents gave birth to us and our teacher educated us.

Want ancient poetry

1. A long historical map

Become a pillar of talent,

Sky, land and sea.

Running around half my life,

Sailing again today,

Yao Lu Mountain is high in water.

2. Teacher Kuang Huanxue

Highly respected, knowledgeable,

Look at heroes.

Right time, right place and right person,

Use a pen like a demon,

It's amazing.

3. Wang Bencheng

Dare to say, dare to do,

No complaints, no regrets.

Storms and thunder,

Exhale, raise your eyebrows,

Who is this world except me?

4. Huilan Pavilion

For the country, for the family, for the people,

Wind, sun and rain.

Blue sea, blue sky and white clouds,

The sun, the moon and the stars,

With the pursuit of a lifetime.

5. Guan Zhongtu

Be honest,

Do things aboveboard.

Bring together heroes from all sides,

A famous teacher,

The world is in my hands.

6. One-line diagram

Thinking about Wan Li,

Look at the infinite future.

A genius,

Back to Yaotai,

Heaven and earth are horrified.

2. Praise the teacher's famous words (with names) Praise the teacher's famous words. Teachers are engineers of the human soul-Stalin and silkworms in spring weave until they die, and candles drain the wick every night-Li Shangyin is the most outstanding professional engineer of the human soul under the sun; Teachers are like candles, burning themselves and illuminating others.

Three-foot platform, three-inch tongue, three-inch pen, three thousand peaches and plums, ten years of trees, ten years of wind and rain, and a hundred thousand pillars are the models of our living parents and teachers! Our parents raised us, and our teachers taught us to have ancient poems 1. I've been running here and there for half my life, and now I'm sailing, and Yao Lu Mountain is high and long.

2. The teacher's name is Kuang Huanxue. He is highly respected, knowledgeable and values heroes. The weather, location and people are harmonious, and the pen is amazing.

3. Wang Bencheng dares to say and do, and has no regrets. The storm thundered and thundered, and the eyebrows were raised. Who else in the world? 4. Huilan Pavilion is for the country, the family and the people.

Blue sea, blue sky and white clouds, the sun, the moon and the stars will accompany you all your life. 5. Guan Zhongtu is honest and aboveboard.

Bringing together heroes from all sides, we will make a name for ourselves and make the world mine. 6. Yi Xian intends to see the Wan Li world and the infinite future.

The world was shocked by this prodigy who returned to Yaotai.

3. Poems describing teachers' and students' feelings should be named with content, explained (preferably thoroughly) 1 and untitled (Li Shangyin).

It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing, and a hundred flowers are blooming.

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

In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.

There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .

"When the silkworm dies, the candle sucks at night" was originally a love poem of a pair of lovers telling about their lovesickness, but these two poems are used to describe the teacher's dedication, but how appropriate they are. Black hair and frost weave the sun and the moon, and chalk writes the spring and autumn without regrets, which is a true portrayal of the teacher's life.

2. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night (Du Fu)

Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.

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

The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.

Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.

"Sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently." It profoundly reflects how patient teachers are in the process of teaching students. It is admirable to be a teacher by example, be dedicated and serious, and teach by example in quiet moments.

3. Ji Hai's Miscellaneous Poems (Gong Zizhen)

The vast sadness of parting extends to the setting sun, away from Beijing, riding a whip to the east, feeling that people are on earth.

I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation.

"Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers." People can't help but think of hardworking and dedicated teachers. Even if it has withered, it should be turned into spring mud to nourish the flowers to be released. This spirit is admirable.

4. "Yunshan is green and the rivers and seas are vast; The wind of a gentleman, the sky is high. "

From Fan Zhongyan's "Mr. Yan's Ancestral Temple", the whole sentence means: misty mountains, green, vast rivers and waters, Mr. Yan's moral character is higher than mountains and longer than the Yangtze River. Praise Mr. Yan Guang's moral integrity.

4. Praise the teacher's poems 1. Because I heard Ying playing, I sat by. _ _ _ _ Han Yu listens to the clever teacher playing the piano.

2, falling red is not heartless, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers. _ _ _ _ Gong Zizhen's "Ji Hai's Miscellaneous Poems No.5"

3. Hsinchu is taller than the old bamboo branches, supported by veteran cadres. _ _ _ _ Hsinchu in Zheng Xie

4, sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. _ _ _ _ Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night

5, your husband is full of peaches and plums, why not plant flowers in front of the hall. _ _ _ _ Bai Juyi's Planting Flowers in the Green Field Hall

6. "Decline": I am well aware of Song Yu's bitterness, romance and elegance. He is also my teacher. _ _ _ _ Du Fu's "Five Poems on Epic II"

I should be a non-Zhao Xiong, and I should be respected like an emperor. _ _ _ _ Liu Ji's "Topic Taigong Fishing Guard Map"

5. Poems praising teachers should be the best in ancient times. It is best to bring the poet's name to 1. Untitled time was long before I met her, but it was longer than parting. Tang: Li Shangyin, time was long before I met her, but it was longer than parting. The east wind started and a hundred flowers blossomed.

Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.

There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! . The opportunity to meet each other is really hard to get, and it is even more difficult to leave when leaving. Besides, the weather in late spring, the east wind is about to harvest, which is even more sad.

Spring silkworms don't spin silk when they die, and wax oil like tears can drip dry when candles are burned to ashes. Women dress up in front of the mirror in the morning, only worrying that the plump bangs will change color and the youthful appearance will disappear.

Men can't sleep at night, so they must feel Leng Yue's aggression. The other party's residence is not far from Penglai Mountain, but there is no road to cross, but it is out of reach.

I hope an angel like a bluebird will visit my lover diligently for me. 2. Five poems about historical sites. Second, the Tang Dynasty: Du Fu's Decline: I have a deep understanding of Song Yu's pathos, romantic and refined, and he is also my teacher.

Sad to see a thousand autumn, a tear, melancholy in different times, not at the same time. His old home between mountains and rivers-empty works, empty sex platform-is certainly not imagined in the dream? .

The palaces of Chu were all destroyed, and the fishermen who showed them today are not sure. Fallen leaves know Song Yuzhi's sorrow, and they are romantic and elegant, which is worthy of being my teacher.

Looking back, I shed tears of sympathy, and my life experience was equally bleak. Unfortunately, I was born in different times. Jiangshan's hometown is still there, and it is really an absurd dream that sex is coming.

The saddest thing is that the palace of the king of Chu has long since disappeared, and the boatman also pointed out that the ruins were suspicious.

6. Add a good word from the teacher: silkworms will weave until they die in spring, which is the most glorious occupation. Every night, candles in the sun will suck up the wick, which is the engineer of human soul; 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, shining with beautiful sunshine, nourishing beautiful rain and dew, making 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 glass of water, 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.

The value of fireflies is to shine on others with lights hanging from the back end; Your respect lies in always providing convenience for others. Who scattered the rain and dew all over the earth? Who feeds the seedlings hard? It's you, teacher, you are a great gardener! Look at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one is not as hard as you, and which one is not as smiling as you! On the journey of life, you have enriched my thoughts, developed my intelligence and lit the light of hope for me.

Thank you teacher! Spring rain, which dyed the world green, disappeared silently in the soil. Teacher, you are the spring rain that moistens our hearts, and we will always thank you.

Teacher, you are the ocean, I am the shell, and you gave me colorful colors ... how can I thank you! Stepping through every corner of my heart, every inch of my heart is full of respect for you. Just like on a snowy winter night, I came to the hearth from the windy outdoor; Teacher, your care, like the deep red of charcoal, has given me infinite warmth.

How can I not thank you? Thank you very much for your careful teaching, I will keep it in mind! The ends of the earth are everywhere, and only teachers are infinitely kind. Thank you teacher! You dyed my youthful color with all your love; You forged my unyielding character with persistent faith ... teacher, there is a you shining in the spark of my life! Birds.