Poetry suitable for class teacher's forum

In September, the earth exudes the fragrance of autumn.

This is the season of harvest, the season of gratitude,

Gathered in this splendid and beautiful festival,

We review our growth, gain joy, and thank our teachers!

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Teacher, you are a beautiful picture.

Sincerity is your background color,

Love is your flower,

Firmness is your branch,

The progress of students is the best fruit you reap.

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The glory of motherland education breeds the hope of national prosperity.

The mission is above everything else, and the responsibility is more important than Mount Tai.

It's that short piece of chalk, a three-foot platform,

You worked diligently and silently, and cultivated the fragrance of peaches and plums.

You are conscientious, take the lead in setting an example, and explain the power of example.

Spread the ideal aura to the distance, and illuminate the soul with the flame of knowledge.

It is you who have dedicated your youth and blood to the most glorious profession under the sun-teachers.

A poem dedicated to the teacher

Send you a bunch of flowers.

Express our respect for you;

Send you a touching song,

Bring you a little sweetness.

Teacher-you have worked hard,

You took us through the storm,

It is you who fed us with the nutrition of knowledge.

But never ask for anything in return.

You are the one who answers all the problems for us.

You told us:

When encountering difficulties,

Don't give up easily.

Since then, in our lives,

Always full of joy.

A lot less trouble,

Added a fortitude.

Another harvest autumn,

You still have a marker in your hand.

Painted a beautiful blueprint,

Peaches and plums that nourish the motherland.

You are still preparing your lessons carefully in the middle of the night.

You are still recalling our success in your sleep.

We are flowers in full bloom in spring,

It was you who played a wonderful melody for us.

You are a diligent gardener,

We will remember your words.

Take every step of your life,

Friendly, bodybuilding, realistic and enterprising!

Teacher's praise

How many years of seasonal cycles, how many spring, summer, autumn and winter,

You are a red candle burning bright life,

How much blood and sweat, don't ask for a name in history.

You spread the fire of wisdom with true feelings.

Just like the spring silkworm gave her life's loyalty,

Just like Dong Mei singing the song of early spring.

How many sleepless nights, how many times the lights are on,

There is a figure at your desk in the long night.

Add China's hair to the hair room, and laugh at the podium for three feet.

You shorten the distance between hearts with love.

You are the sunshine that melts the cold ice and snow,

You are the guide to lead people out of the maze of science.

Ah! Glorious teachers and hardworking gardeners!

The fragrance of peaches and plums is your joy, silently dedicating your selfless heart.

Ah! Glorious teachers and hardworking gardeners!

The fragrance of peaches and plums is your joy, silently dedicating your selfless heart.

The golden wind sends laughter, and the sweet-scented osmanthus floats.

Today's teacher's holiday is coming again.

Teachers have worked hard for our growth.

We will never forget the teacher's love for us.

Hello, teacher!

People compare teachers to red candles, which illuminate others and burn themselves.

People compare teachers to gardeners and cultivate peaches and plums all over the world.

Teachers are the noblest cause in the world.

The teacher gave us ideal sunshine and wisdom sunshine.

The teacher guided us to the path of sunny life.

Teachers expect us to be the sun in the new century.

The teacher's words moistened my heart like spring rain.

The teacher watered our growth with the rain and dew of knowledge.

Gentle spring rain is the teacher's love for us.

The teacher's words and deeds are like spring rain.

The teacher is willing to be a green leaf and hold us up as red flowers.

The teacher is a green leaf, willing to contribute silently.

The green leaves symbolize that teachers are always young.

When we bloom like flowers, we will never forget the kindness of green leaves.

Teachers are like trees, with blue sky overhead and feet on the earth, silently benefiting the society.

Teachers are big trees, bringing spring scenery to the world.

The teacher sowed the seeds of hope and cultivated us into a forest.

Young trees grow into pillars, never forgetting the gardener's cultivation.

Yes, teachers' enthusiasm is like the sun, and teachers' teaching is like spring rain.

Teachers' style is like green leaves, teachers' career is like a tree, and our teachers are good.

Praise a poem by the teacher

Four degrees of spring breeze,

Several autumn rains washed away the gap.

Black hair and frost weave the sun and the moon,

Chalk has no words to write spring and autumn.

Spring blossoms,

Candle tears turn to ash, and autumn is stronger.

Spring sowing peach and plum garden,

Qiu Lai, China is rich in fruits.

Poems praising the teacher 2

I love my teacher.

Teachers are like red candles,

It ignited the fire in the students' hearts.

But it burned itself,

Until the red candle turns to ashes.

Teachers are like gardeners,

Grow flowers,

But I work hard for myself,

Until the physical strength is exhausted.