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1. Poems about the teacher’s reading

Poems about the teacher’s reading 1. Poems and famous sayings about the teacher

1. Falling red is not a heartless thing , turns into spring mud to protect flowers.

2. The spring silkworms will die when their threads are gone, and the wax torches will turn to ashes before their tears dry up. 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! The classes you taught were so rich and colorful. Each chapter seemed to open a window in front of me, allowing me to see a beautiful new world... Ah, with you, the garden is so beautiful and the earth is so beautiful. 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 soul flowers bloom? Ah, teacher, engineer of the human soul, who would not praise you! Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and happiness.

Teacher, you are the sower of hope and happiness! 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 are more like the unknown tree roots, which make the young trees grow sturdily and make the branches full of abundant fruits, but do not ask for any compensation.

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 Miaoer 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 seeds with words, cultivate with colored pens, water with sweat, and nourish with hard work. This is the noble labor of our beloved teacher.

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 fire, which ignites the fire of students' hearts; teachers are stone steps, which allow students to 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, are 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! The golden wind brings laughter, and the fragrance of osmanthus flowers floats. Teacher's Day is here again today.

Teachers have worked hard for our growth. We will never forget the teacher's caress for us.

Hello, teacher! People compare teachers to red candles, which light up others and burn themselves. People compare teachers to gardeners, cultivating peaches and plums to bloom all over the world.

Teaching is the noblest cause under the sun. The teacher gives us the sunshine of ideals and the sunshine of wisdom.

The teacher guides us to embark on the road of life full of sunshine. The teacher expects us to become the sun of the new century.

The teacher’s words are like spring rain nourishing my heart. Teachers use the rain and dew of knowledge to water our growth.

The gentle spring rain is the teacher’s care for us. The teacher's words and deeds are like spring rain moistening things silently.

The teacher is willing to be a green leaf and hold us up like a red flower. The teacher is a green leaf, willing to contribute silently.

The green color of the leaves symbolizes the teacher’s everlasting youth. When we are like flowers in full bloom, we will never forget the kindness of green leaves.

Teachers are like big trees, with blue sky above their heads and earth under their feet, silently benefiting society. Teachers are big trees that bring spring beauty to the world.

The teacher sows the seeds of hope and cultivates us into a forest. The small trees grow into pillars, and the gardener’s nurturing kindness is never forgotten.

Yes, the teacher's enthusiasm is like the sun, the teacher's teachings are like spring rain, the teacher's style is like green leaves, the teacher's career is like a big tree, our teachers are the souls of good teachers - dedicated to Teacher's Day You work hard on campus. You have already planted the seeds in your heart, and in the expectation year after year, I watch your poems grow from the campus and be chanted into fruits in people's mouths.

Oh, teacher, you are proud and glorious on campus. Under your hard work and watering, there are too many harvest seasons.

You guard this garden loyally, just like the sunshine shining on your face, it is a bright hope. The fire of faith burns ignorance and ignorance on campus.

Time has proven that your hard work is sacred. You have spring, sunshine, and flowers; in the eternal song, you become the fruit! You are crystal clear and are the master sculptor and master of the human soul; you are sincere and silently dedicate your youth without any selfishness, and you are willing to make a drop on the podium.

2. What are the poems that describe teachers?

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!

You are more like the unknown tree roots, which make the small trees grow vigorously and make the branches full of abundant fruits, but do not ask for any compensation.

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.

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.

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.

Teacher, your love turns the desert into an oasis and makes the dead trees sprout new shoots!

Teacher - you are like the drizzle in spring, nourishing the flowers and irrigating the earth.

And we continue to suck the drizzle and grow. Teacher - you are like a gust of wind in autumn,

blowing the earth yellow, awakening the rice, and we got the fruits of the harvest.

Teacher - you are the one who lit the brightest light for me on my dark road of life;

Teacher - you are the one who lit the brightest light for me on my dark road of life. My guide;

Teacher - you are the one who pointed out the way forward for me in my bumpy life;

Teacher - you are the one who gave me the guidance Give me a pair of powerful wings,

Let me travel in the world of knowledge!

I hope the information I found for you will be useful to you.

3. Poems about teachers

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 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...

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 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 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.

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.

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.

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.

4. What are the poems that express praise for teachers?

1. Teachers are engineers of the human soul. ——Stalin

2. The spring silkworms will not run out until they are dead, and the wax torch will not dry until it turns to ashes and tears. ——Li Shangyin

3. The most glorious profession under the sun, the engineer of the human soul.

4. Some people say that a teacher’s kindness is like a mountain, because the mountains are towering and make people respect them. I would also like to say that the teacher's kindness is like the ocean, because the ocean is vast and immeasurable.

5. I am not your best student, but you are my most respected teacher. On your day, I would like to dedicate a high respect to you.

6. I will never forget your gentle and drizzle-like words that cleansed away the dust in my soul; I will never forget your mighty east wind-like exhortations that encouraged me to move forward. Teacher, I am forever grateful to you!

7. Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how could so many beautiful flowers of the soul bloom? Teacher, the engineer of the human soul, who would not praise you!

8. 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.

9. You are a gardener, adding beauty to the mountains and rivers of the motherland; you are like spring rain, nourishing peaches and plums, making the land of China full of fragrance. On this festive day, let me offer you a flower from my heart to express my heartfelt wishes to you.

5. Poems about teachers

1. If there is no teacher in the world, the way will be further separated. ——Liu Zongyuan

2. Once a teacher, always a father. ——Guan Hanqing

3. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently. ——Du Fu

4. A teacher preaches, teaches, and resolves doubts. ——Han Yu

5. It is easy to meet a Confucian teacher, but it is difficult to meet a human teacher. ——Sima Guang

6. The ancient scholars must be strict with their teachers, and the teachers will be strict and then the Tao will be respected. ——Ouyang Xiu

7. Scholars must seek teachers, and they must be cautious in following them. ——Cheng Yi

8. The sage is the teacher of impermanence. ——Han Yu

9. It is better to seek a teacher than to study. ——Yang Xiong

10. Learning is as valuable as teachers and friends. ——Tang Zhen

11. Among the ancient sage kings, there was no one who did not respect his teacher. ——Lv Buwei

12. "Lovely Rain on a Spring Night" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty

Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently.

The wild paths are all dark with clouds, but the river boats are only bright with fire. Look at the red and wet place at dawn, the flowers are heavy on the official city.

13. "Untitled" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty

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, and the wax torches will not dry until they turn to ashes.

When I look into the mirror at dawn, I am worried about the clouds on my temples. When I sing at night, I should feel the cold moonlight. There is not much way to go to Penglai, and the blue bird is eager to visit.

6. Poems about teachers

Poems about teachers 1. Sneak into the night with the wind, moistening things silently.

——Translation of "Spring Night Joyful Rain" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty: Follow the spring breeze and sneak into the night, quietly nourishing all things. 2. Spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they die, and wax torches will dry up only when they turn to ashes and tears.

——Translation of "Untitled" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty: The spring silkworm spins silk until it dies, and the candle sheds no tears until it burns itself to ashes. 3. Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers.

——Translation of "Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai" by Gong Zizhen of the Qing Dynasty: The fallen flowers falling from the branches are not heartless things. When they turn into the soil of spring, they can also play a role in nurturing the next generation. 4. Your Majesty has peaches and plums all over the world, so why bother planting more flowers in front of the hall?

——Tang Dynasty Bai Juyi's "Fenghe Linggong Plants Flowers in the Green Wild Hall" Translation: Your Linggong's students are all over the world, why do you need to plant flowers in front of your house? 5. Shake off and know Song Yubei well, and he is also my teacher in being elegant and elegant. ——Tang Dynasty Du Fu's "Five Poems on Ancient Relics Part 2" Translation: The fallen leaves are falling because they know Song Yu's sorrow well, and Song Yu's knowledge is worthy of being my teacher.

Famous aphorisms about teachers 1. Teaching by example is more important than words. ——Wang Euzhi 2. Teachers are engineers of the human soul ——Stalin 3. The only source of students’ respect for teachers lies in the teacher’s morality and talent.

——Einstein 4. The educator’s attention and love will leave an indelible impression on the students’ minds. ——Suhomlinsky 5. Everyone I meet is more or less my teacher, because I learn something from them.

——Emerson.

7. Ancient poems describing teachers

The most cited poem by ancient poets praising teachers is Li Shangyin’s poem: “The spring silkworm will not lose its thread until it dies,

The wax torch Tears begin to dry up when they turn into ashes.”

There are actually many others, but they are not well known to everyone. I will list some now for your reference:

Title: Yuanshi

Era: Tang Dynasty

Author: Bai Juyi

Genre: Wujue

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Dong Gong Bai Shuzi, Nan Temple Yuan Zen Master.

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

Title: Rewarding the Master

Era: Tang Dynasty

Author: Liu Shang

Genre: Five Unique

Content: ------------------

The void is nowhere, as if it were glass. Whoever comes to the realm of poetry will have a Zen heart and pass poetry again.

Title: Reporter

Era: Yuan Dynasty

Author: Qiu Chuji

Genre: Ci

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Not a monk, not a Taoist and not gentle. Uncle Jiu is not shy in front of others. Awareness temporarily transcends the dharma realm. I know that I am my prisoner for hundreds of millions of kalpas. It’s hard for people to realize that they have changed their appearance, but I don’t worry about the walking dead. Get carried away when you are too proud, and then go away and teach people to laugh but not laugh.

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