1. Poems about students’ dedication to teachers

Poems about students’ dedication to teachers 1. What poems should I use to praise teachers’ dedication

Send you a bouquet of flowers to express our respect for you; send you a beautiful song to bring you a touch of sweetness. Teacher - thank you for your hard work. It is you who have led us through the wind and rain, and you have guided us with the nutrition of knowledge. You nurture us, but never ask for anything in return. It is you who answers every difficult problem for us. It is you who tells us: Don’t give up easily when encountering difficulties. From then on, our lives are always full of joy and there are fewer worries. It adds a sense of perseverance. It is another harvest autumn. You are still holding the colorful brush in your hand, depicting a beautiful blueprint and nourishing the peaches and plums of the motherland. Late at night, you are still preparing lessons seriously, and you are still thinking about us in your sleep. The joy of success. We are the flowers blooming in spring, and it is you who play the beautiful melody to us. You are the hard-working gardener, and we will remember your sincere words. Take every step of life well, be friendly, healthy, and realistic. Enterprising! ======================================== A poem dedicated to the teacher - the teacher’s eyes The teacher's eyes are like the moon at night, and 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.

============================ A poem dedicated to the teacher The teacher is like a gardener, with peaches and plums all over the world; the teacher is like A red candle burns itself to illuminate us; a teacher is like a bee, hardworking and brave; a teacher is like a mother, beautiful and kind; a teacher is like a book, giving us a lot of knowledge. Happy Teacher's Day to my dear teacher.

===========================================Dedicated Teacher's Poetry Send you a bouquet of flowers to express our respect for you; send you a beautiful song to bring you a touch of sweetness. Teacher - you have worked hard, it is you who led us through the wind and rain, and it is you who used your knowledge to Nutrition nourishes us, but never asks for anything in return. It is you who answers every difficult problem for us. It is you who tells us: Don’t give up easily when encountering difficulties. From then on, our lives are always full of joy. Less Many worries have added a sense of perseverance. It is another harvest autumn, and you are still holding the colorful brush in your hand, depicting a beautiful blueprint and nourishing the peaches and plums of the motherland. Late at night, you are still preparing lessons seriously, and in your sleep, you are still Reminiscent of the joy of our success. We are the flowers blooming in spring, and it is you who play the beautiful melody for us. You are the hard-working gardener, and we will remember your sincere words. Take every step of our life with friendship and fitness. , realistic and enterprising! ===================================== September - Poem 9 dedicated to Teacher’s Day The moon is fragrant with fruits, and the chrysanthemums are yellow in September, but I still smell the fragrance of peaches and plums in March, and the coolness of autumn in September, giving us the restraint and dignity of autumn; the fruits of September give us the maturity and yearning of autumn. . In this golden autumn season when we look back, we have the unspoken happiness of our own.

My child, I hope that your eyes will shine with the light of hope and that you will not be deeply hesitant at the fork in the road of life. I will use my soul to light up the beacon of your soul. I will guide you on the right course on the dark sea.

I wish, with my silent and persistent heart, to create thousands of possible paths for you on the three-foot podium. I wish to live, learn and grow together with the passion of your youthful blood. , have a lifetime of prosperity! I know that this festival embodies the Chinese people's respect and hope for teachers for thousands of years. What is drawn with chalk is the curve of life; the homework accumulated layer by layer is the eager expectation.

I am no longer a candlelight, because the weak candlelight is not enough to illuminate your way forward; I will not be a spring silkworm, because being trapped in a cocoon is not the dream of a free soul. I am like the sun, burning and bursting, bringing you radiant light; I am like the leading wild goose, spreading my wings and soaring with you in the clear sky.

Children, I want you to set your sights on the broader and boundless world. Children, I am just a shining sunshine in September. On your journey of growth, I, we, for the future of the nation, for The hope of our nation will burn brighter than the day and ignite your pile of hot fire! In September, we are trekking between Japan and China. We give everything and gain everything. My children, it is your diligence and love that fill our pockets. We are full of passion, because we are free and at ease like you. master of life. The sails of September are still about to set sail, children, I want you to say loudly: "Okay, I will come and follow you - my captain -" ============== =========================== A poem dedicated to Teacher’s Day September is fruity, September is chrysanthemum, September is yellow, we think of who is still sowing it I hope that in September we collect the sunshine. In September we sing songs affectionately. September is a moving season. It is cherished by the eyes that seek knowledge for a lifetime. In September, there are blessings flying among the autumn leaves. In September, poets compose immortal poems. In September, we have not forgotten who it is. In September, we dare not forget who taught us how to think. In September, we dare not forget who taught us how to think. In September, we dare not forget who gave the world love and the sound of books. In September, we dare not forget. Forgetting who built the palace of knowledge with hard work. In September, we dare not forget who guided the direction in confusion. In September, we guarded the wheat waves of the harvest. In September, we still grew up in the textbooks. In September, we will not forget what we remembered with emotion. There is something called admiration. There is something called holiness. It is the stars that light up at dawn in the sky. They silently shine on those who come first and those who come later. They move toward the light that flashes countless times in dreams. There is something called eternity. It is the rock that watches the return of the tide on the seashore. It will be in the wind and rain. Life is gradually exhausted and has become a totem worshiped by countless pilgrims. There is something called sincerity, which is unadorned. The white clouds carry too much with their own fatigue. The longing eyes of the little birds who want to fly. There is something called love, called simplicity, called dedication, or It can also be called other praises because she is so beautiful. Yes, some people write a great poem with themselves, just like the silent ears of wheat that grow and harvest, and then give birth to hope. A poem dedicated to the teacher. The teacher is like a gardener, caring for the buds. Flowers that want to bloom, teachers are like candles, lighting themselves and illuminating students.

Whenever I see the homework written by my classmates, I am very happy.

2. But the devotion of teachers can be expressed in verses

Verses praising teachers:

Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently. ——( Tang Dynasty) Du Fu's "Spring Night Happy Rain"

Spring silkworms will not run out until they die, and wax torches will turn to ashes before their tears dry up. ——(Tang Dynasty) Li Shangyin's "Untitled"

Falling red is not ruthless Objects turn into spring mud to protect flowers. —— (Qing Dynasty) Gong Zizhen’s "Miscellaneous Poems of Yihai"

Quotes praising teachers:

Teachers are engineers of the human soul. ——Stalin

What you look up to makes you taller, and what you drill makes you stronger. - "The Analects of Confucius·Zihan"

Spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they die, and wax torches will turn to ashes before tears dry up - Li Shangyin

Hsinchu is higher than the old bamboo branches, all because of the support of old people. Next year there will be new ones, and one hundred thousand dragons and grandchildren will surround Fengchi. - 〖Qing〗 Zheng Xie

No matter what one person achieves What an achievement you are proud of, you should drink water and think about the source, and remember that your teacher sowed the first seeds for his growth. --Marie Curie

Teachers are not only disseminators of knowledge, but also role models. ——[USA] Bruner

If you are upright, you will not do what you are told; if you are not upright, you will not follow orders. ——Confucius

Light the way for others and yourself It is necessary to let out light - this is the greatest happiness of human beings. ——[Former Soviet Union] Dzerzhinsky

Learning is more important than respecting teachers. ——Tan Sitong

Ancient times A scholar must be strict with his teacher, and the teacher must be strict and then respect the Tao.——Ouyang Xiu

There is no ancient sage king who does not respect his teacher.——Lü Buwei

Being a teacher for one day, Be a father for life. - Guan Hanqing

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

The sage is impermanent. - Han Yu

It is easy to meet a Confucian teacher; It's hard to find a teacher. - Sima Guang

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

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

Learning is more valuable than having a teacher, but it is also more important to have friends.——Tang Zhen

A teacher is someone who preaches, teaches, and solves doubts.——Tang. Han Yu’s "Teacher's Theory"

The most glorious profession under the sun

Teachers are like candles, burning themselves and illuminating others

Three-foot podium, three-inch tongue, three-inch pen, three thousand Peaches and plums

Ten years of trees, ten years of wind, ten years of rain, and one hundred thousand beams

As a role model for the world, as a role model for others

3. Praise for the dedication of teachers The spirit can be quoted from poems

Untitled·It’s hard to say goodbye when we meet

Dynasty: Tang Dynasty

Author: Li Shangyin

Original text:

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 until they die, and the wax torch will not dry until it turns to ashes.

When I look in 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 get to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent in visiting. (Pengshan’s first work: Penglai)

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Translation and Notes

It is a rare opportunity to meet each other, and it is difficult to say goodbye when we part. Moreover, the weather of late spring is about to end with the east wind, and the flowers have faded, which makes people even more sad. A spring silkworm spins a cocoon and spins out all its silk only when it dies. A candle's tear-like wax drips dry only when it has burned to ashes. When my wife puts on her makeup and looks in the mirror in the morning, she is only worried that her lush, cloud-like hair will change color and her youthful appearance will disappear. If a man moans and cannot sleep at night, he must feel the cold moon hitting him. The other party's residence is not far from Peng.

4. The poem describing the teacher's selfless dedication brings the author

Spring silkworms will not run out until they die, and wax torches will turn to ashes before tears dry up.

With a cold eyebrow and a thousand fingers, he bows his head and is willing to be a Confucian ox

Spring Silkworm

A poem by Li Shangyin, a great poet of the Tang Dynasty, "The spring silkworm will not be able to use up its silk until it dies, and the wax will be gone." "When the torch turns to ashes, the tears begin to dry." He demonstrated the persistence, perseverance, and dedication of Spring Silkworms to the extreme, and it has become a good saying that has been sung throughout the ages. People vividly compare teachers to "spring silkworms", which is a high evaluation of teachers' selfless dedication and noble qualities. People praise teachers like spring silkworms who "spun out all the threads in their hearts, devoting infinite love in life, being unknown and without plans, weaving beautiful things to warm the world." "Spring Silkworm" is a title that most teachers feel extremely proud of. The famous educator Zhu Guangqian said: "As long as I am alive, I will spin silk every day. I hope that the silk I spin can add a little warmth to the world and make spring stronger."

Spring Silkworms The spring silkworm is pure and pure, with noble temperament; the spring silkworm eats a few green leaves and spits out a piece of beauty; the spring silkworm lives forever and spins silk endlessly... With these excellent qualities, only the glorious people's teachers are worthy of such titles.

Candles

It comes from the famous line "When the wax torch turns to ashes, the tears begin to dry" by the poet Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty. People praise candles because candles burn themselves silently and use their own light to illuminate others until they burn themselves out. Speaking of the quality of candles, people think of the beloved teacher. The teacher imparts his knowledge to the students and uses the light of wisdom and character to illuminate the students' journey forward. This kind of "lighting the way for others, letting others see" Isn't the spirit of selfless dedication of "light, burn yourself to shine on the world" the most vivid metaphor for people's teachers? "Like a red candle that emits light and generates heat, carefully nurturing the country's fine materials, like a spring silkworm that has no complaints or regrets, and devotes its life to education." This teacher's self-encouragement couplet is the recognition and pride of the title "Candle".

Ru Ziniu

The famous line of the great modern writer Lu Xun, "With cold eyebrows and cold eyes, he bows his head and is willing to be a Confucian Niu" has sublimated and expanded Ru Ziniu's spirit, and then people used "Ru Ziniu" "To describe a person who is willing to serve the people and make selfless contributions. The reason why people call teachers Ruziniu is that this is the most appropriate metaphor. Our country has always had the traditional virtue that teachers and students are "as close as father and son." Teachers love students as much as they love their own children. They work hard like oxen and are willing to contribute and work hard to cultivate children into talents without expecting anything in return. Liu Rangxian, the national outstanding teacher who won the "Ruziniu Award", has been rooted in the Qinghai Plateau countryside for decades. He works conscientiously like an ox and selflessly dedicates his love to children. Liu Rangxian is an outstanding representative of teachers and a "Ruziniu" The living embodiment of spirit. The spirit of "Ruziniu" is expressed as "deep love, silent cultivation, hard work, hard work and selfless dedication", "what you eat is grass and what you squeeze out is milk". These excellent qualities are all reflected in the vast number of teachers in our country. Therefore, calling a teacher a "Confucian Cow" is the most distinctive compliment with Chinese characteristics.

5. What are the poems that describe the selfless dedication of teachers?

Four spring breezes have made preparations,

Several autumn rains have washed away the gaps.

The black hair accumulates frost and weaves the sun and the moon,

The chalk silently writes the Spring and Autumn Period.

Spring is not old when all the silk is spun,

The tears of candles turn to gray and become thicker in autumn.

Thousands of peaches and plums are sown in spring, and China will be filled with fruits in autumn.

The spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they die,

The wax torch will turn to ashes and the tears will not dry up.

Falling red is not a heartless thing.

It turns into spring mud to protect flowers. (This sentence can also be used to describe the teacher's silent cultivation of students)

"Three Poems about Wuling Kaiyuan Temple Huang Lianshi Academy" Author: Wang Changling

Part One

Among the pines, the white-haired and yellow-haired Master is seen, while the boy burns incense while walking.

When I was about to visit Taoyuan and entered the creek road, I suddenly heard chickens and dogs, which made me suspicious.

Second

The ancient sages talked about the Peach Blossom Spring, but how could the dust be comparable to Wuling County.

I heard about the people who fled the country during the Qin Dynasty, but they still don’t ask questions.

Third

The mountain view is empty and quiet, with noisy officials and officials.

For a while, I wanted to surrender to the source of Taoism because I had reached the true state by asking about the secular world.

Author of "Gift to the King and Honored Master": Liu Deren

First

The Tao is often damaged, so cultivate this heart by respecting the teacher. A yellow cloth quilt is hung on the shoulders, and a white artemisia hairpin is worn on the hair.

Fu Zha Lingsha characters, strings playing the ancient plain Qin. There was medicine in the bag, and some earth turned into gold.

Author of "The Lord on the River": Zhang Shuo

When you respect your teacher and get tired of the dust, you will know how to understand the essence. The form and energy are no longer regenerated, and the disciple is empty and hurt.

The gods in Jibei are here, but the medicine in Huainan has not yet been completed. *** At the end of the period, there is no success, and nothing is achieved.