Praise the teacher's poem

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

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. -Gong Zizhen

Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. -Du Fu

High altitude and strong exercise.

Don't talk about peach gifts, make your own way.

Always respect your teacher as you respect your father.

Jade pot with ice in its heart

Zhu Bi wrote the soul of a teacher.

As earnest as a father's language.

Talk like friends and relatives.

A few lines of light words

Make a deep impression on life

The hope of the latecomers

Report success to the master

Reward teachers

Tangliushang

There is nowhere in the void, like glass.

No matter who reaches the realm of poetry, Zen has gone beyond poetry.

Distant division

Tang Bai Juyi

East palace white bastard, South Temple Zen master.

Seeing each other in the distance, there is nothing in my heart.

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I met her a long time ago, but it has been longer since we broke up.

From the east wind, a hundred flowers blossom.

Silkworms in spring weave until they die,

Every night, the candle will cry dry the wick.

In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror.

However, she bravely faced the cold moonlight with her evening song.

There are not many roads to Pengshan.

Oh, Bluebird, please go there and look at me.

Praise the teacher.

I remember your hands were covered with powder.

I remember your kind teaching.

I remember your new silver hair.

Because of you, many students can become talents.

Because of you, the world will be so civilized

Teacher, you are a bright light.

Find a home for the lost children

Teacher, you are an angel.

September, dedicated to the teacher.

September, as scheduled.

Therefore, the world is brilliant.

We sing September,

Because this is your eternal festival.

We remember September,

Because this is our sincere confession.

September is an emotional cup,

We hold it high with our hands.

In sincere wishes,

Please drink.

September music has been played,

Please accept our gift in September.

All the teachers who are struggling on the education front.

Ode to teachers

Others get gold from life.

You can only get flowers.

Your gold is the morning sun.

Your silver is the moon of the fifteenth.

But you still whistle happily.

Your pride is the fragrance of peaches and plums

Poetry article celebrating Teachers' Day-Thank you for your hard work, teacher.

Who-led the ignorant us into the spacious classroom,

Teach us a wealth of knowledge?

It is you! Teacher!

With your hard work and sweat,

Raising the tender seedlings that have just broken ground in spring.

Who is it?-naughty us.

Educate people to be considerate and helpful?

It is you! Teacher!

Your care is like a warm spring breeze.

It warms our hearts.

Who is it-young us?

Cultivate a mature and sensible teenager?

It is you! Teacher!

Your protection makes us grow up healthily.

The autumn season is fruitful.

You have worked hard! Teacher!

People who work hard in the heat and cold.

You have worked hard! Teacher!

Dedicate youth to nothingness.

We pay high tribute to you!

-You have worked hard, teacher!

That's all I can do, teacher.

Teacher-you are like a drizzle in spring,

Moisten flowers, irrigate the earth,

We are sucking the drizzle and growing.

Teacher-you are like the autumn breeze,

Blow the yellow land, call gold to rice,

We had a bumper harvest.

Teacher-in my dark life, you lit the brightest lamp for me;

Teacher-you are the guide on my misty life;

Teacher-you pointed out the direction for me in my rough life;

Teacher-you gave me a pair of powerful wings, let me travel in the world of knowledge!