Poems about Teachers' Day

It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing, and a hundred flowers are blooming.

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

In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.

There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .

2. "Praise the teacher"

Four spring rains have taken precautions, and several autumn rains have washed away the gap.

Black hair and frost weave the sun and the moon, and chalk writes the spring and autumn without words.

Before the spring is old, the silk spits, and the candle tears turn into gray and autumn is thicker.

Peach and plum are sown in three thousand gardens in spring, and Qiu Lai is rich in China fruits.

3. Ode to the teacher

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.

When we grow up, we must become the pillars of the country.

Ah! The teacher is so selfless!

Ah! Teacher, we love you!

4. "Teacher, you have worked hard."

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.

Education should be considerate and helpful?

It is you! Teacher!

Your care is like a warm spring breeze.

It warms our hearts.

Who makes us young?

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!