An interesting poem that makes the teacher sad.

2. Funny poems about teachers

Funny poem about physics teacher 1. Send some funny quotations from high school physics teachers.

This is the hilarious quotation of our teacher in Harbin No.24 Middle School. I made it up myself, hehe.

My name is Yuan (Chang) Chang Liang, the old math teacher, and I am often Zhang from small to large. I am a girl. I am not a child prodigy.

I am watching you from the sky. What should we do? How? Ah ~ ~ ~! Attention ~ ~ ~, attention.

Don't take my words to heart. What do I want? I can kill you! I can stare you to death! Don't talk while I'm exploring.

It was my idea, mine, not yours. Dangdang Dangdang.

How can I distract some students? What class is it? Get your things ready. One thing I regret most is that I didn't learn liberal arts well in high school.

God is watching you! Oh, pay attention, why are you laughing? Are you laughing at me? What will other teachers think? Oh, smile in the future! As the saying goes, in a threesome (thinking 1 minute), there must be a teacher. Right? Right?

Right? Students, right Hey, by the way! ! Xiaojin, a funny math genius, secretly stuffed a calculus paper and pretended to be calculating. Failure is the mother of success, and we are looking for mom now! How can I succeed without my former mother? Smart people actually finish the calculation secretly first.

Lovely ODA XXX, it's you again Kill you! Kill you! What a pity! Look what you're doing sneaking around down there! I don't know how many times you have died in my mouth! You are a 2 1 trisomy, unlike us. Dangdang Dangdang, XXX has dinner.

Yao Yao, the biology teacher (especially thanks to Hua Luonian's arbitrariness, Poseidon added), isn't it? Right? Xiao Xin, an English ventriloquist, why are you as ingrained as a radish? ! Live fish, live mice and live wires can't be scratched if the composition is wrong, otherwise the face will look like a boil, and correction tape can't be used, otherwise the face will look like a spot.

You must remember it. Can you learn well? Ah, how much dowry your father has to prepare for you if you want to learn like this! What have I done to you? Aren't you watching people eat food? How long does it take for an old woman in physics to be old? How long is it? It's longer than you want.

How big, how big, bigger than you want. I've never seen you like this in all my years of teaching.

I this is not the emperor is not in a hurry eunuch is in a hurry? In this way, the problem will be perfect and harmonious. Xiao Zhao, speed up the language, don't ask why, that's the rule.

Ok, take it at the same table. Ok, the students in the back will take it.

Then this question, it.

The problem of chemistry aunt Lao Yue is easy to handle.

Listen, he (she) said.

Hehe, the Chinese teacher specially chose a simple composition. I really don't want you to run, but I can't stand you running! Who's number two? Who put this sentence? NO.3 as long as you can recite it, I won't put anything (criticism)! Number four? You went out, and your glasses were frosted. Why don't you buy one with a wiper? No.5 (biology teacher) "Wow! You are not right! ! ! "NO.6 Even if it is not a good university, it is also good to be in a good city and have a good major. Just like the best major in Lanzhou University-students say "Lamian Noodles Department!" Don't forget to put the chair on the stool when you leave! Or don't forget to put the table on the chair! NO.8 The characteristic of your post-90s generation is "it doesn't matter". NO.9, fill in a tender face and ask me! ! ! There is a fine old leaf in the rough geography class ~ ~ ~ Hello students ~ ~ Good answer ~ ~ The main reason is that the voice is funny and the author has learned it very well, so I have the opportunity to post it.

Xiao Mu, a handsome political guy, comes from the mainland, ah. Pray, pray to heaven.

We should learn politics, mathematics and Chinese well. Happiness is also a lesson, and unhappiness is also a lesson. Why no passion? Cooperation. Art cynics always insist that I take care of you. In order to add artistic flavor, Harbin put plaster flowers on everyone.

Life is like a dream, dreams are like smoke, and smoke is like fart. I hope I can bring you some happiness.

2. Funny jingles, such as when the physics teacher turns around.

As soon as the Chinese teacher turned around, she wrote five compositions about the earth.

The math teacher looked back and saw the symmetry axis of quadratic function.

When the English teacher turned around, I was sorry to add three grams of oil.

When the chemistry teacher turned around, carbon dioxide turned into a balloon.

As soon as the physics teacher turned around, he levered up the earth.

As soon as the biology teacher turned around, the IVF swam in the water.

When the geography teacher turned around, a mudslide happened in front of the school.

As soon as the history teacher turned around, Qin Shihuang came to put the shot.

As soon as the labor teacher turned around, he came to the runway with broken metal.

As soon as the political teacher changed, George W. Bush switched to selling soybean oil.

As soon as the art teacher turned around, Mona Lisa became romantic.

As soon as the music teacher turned around, an earthquake of magnitude 8 blew up the earth.

When the PE teacher turned around, everyone played table tennis.

As soon as the computer teacher turned around, all the students became friends with Ah Q.

As soon as all the teachers turn around, the world will not be free.

3. Praise the teacher for his interesting poems

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! Looking at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one is not as hard as you, and which one is not as smiling as you.

4. The teacher will laugh at the funny sentences about praising the teacher.

Humorous sentences praising the teacher

1, the students in our class were first attracted by his humorous personality. I remember once in class, the teacher finished the content of the day, and there were still three or five minutes: "Don't look at me tall, not that I am too short, but that they are too tall." "

2. When learning algebraic expressions. The teacher has just finished proudly, and our hearts are full of flowers. When the wind brushed his hair, the hair in front of him floated with the wind, but it was not small. Spring breeze is generally warm, spring water is generally sweet, but achievements come from all directions of the motherland. Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then students are the sand in the clam; You lick it with love; You gave us a mirror of exemplary behavior, and let us learn everywhere.

3. A chemistry teacher and provost in high school made mistakes on purpose, and then asked a classmate to find out the mistakes. After the classmate gave a difficult answer, the teacher said approvingly and seriously, "Good, you saw the teacher's weakness." Everyone was stunned. After class, the teacher just went out and the whole class burst into laughter.

One day, when our senior high school math teacher told us about the periodic table of functions, he excitedly walked off the platform when he talked about the word "period" and said to the whole class, "You still don't understand the period. It's really that pigs are smarter than you. " Then he pointed to a girl in the first row and said, "Do you know what a cycle is? You explain it to them. " The whole class fainted.

In junior high school, we stipulated that we should wear school uniforms when raising the national flag. As a result, there are always some people who don't wear school uniforms or just wear pants or clothes. Then every time before the flag was raised, the headmaster held a megaphone and said, "Some students don't wear clothes, some students don't wear pants, and some simply don't wear clothes or pants."

Funny poems about teachers 1. Scold the teacher for funny poems.

In the clouds, someone is sitting by the river. When Xiao Li flew the knife, someone became a little eunuch. (Someone please automatically switch to the person you want to scold)

When weeding at noon, mines are buried in the soil. Your baby dug a mine and blew it to 250.

I wish you happiness. You deserve to be drowned. I wish you a better life than Nanshan.

The incense burner in Rizhao gave birth to purple smoke, and Li Bai came to the morgue.

Head down and walk west with a smile.

The foot of my bed gave off such bright light that the thief climbed into the window. Open the safe, bills.

Such a bright line was at the foot of my bed that Li Bai climbed up the window. I lost all my hair when I met X-rays.

The incense burner in Rizhao gave birth to purple smoke, and Li Bai came to the roast duck restaurant. My mouth is watering outside thousands of feet, but I have no money with me when I touch my pocket.

If you don't wash your feet when you sleep in spring, mosquitoes bite everywhere. At night, Hong Kong feet stink.

In the spring morning, I woke up easily and mosquito bites were everywhere. At night, no one can escape.

The boatman kicked Li Bai out of the boat without paying him. Peach Blossom Beach is as deep as thousands of feet. I wonder if Li Bai is dead.

Go beyond it.

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2. Praise the teacher for his interesting poems

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! Looking at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one is not as hard as you, and which one is not as smiling as you.

3. Sentences that describe the teacher's humor

Teachers are 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 is not praising you!

Teacher, you are a cultivator and a sower of beauty.

It's you, shining with beautiful sunshine and nourishing beautiful rain and dew.

Our hearts are full of green grass and 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, grains of sand have become pearls and glistened.

4. Praise the teacher for his interesting poems

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! Looking at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one is not as hard as you, and which one is not as smiling as you.