Famous poems about praising teachers on Teacher s Day Short not too long for recitation

The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry.

The best ancient poems to praise the teacher:

The foundation of goodness is in teaching, and the foundation of teaching is in the teacher. - Song Li Jing, "The Book of Vast Diving".

Teacher, so preach, teach, and solve doubts. - Tang and Han Yu's "Teacher Said".

Sage Impermanence. — Han Yu.

The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry. ——Li Shangyin, "Untitled: It's Difficult to Say Goodbye When We Meet".

The new bamboo is higher than the old bamboo branches, and it all depends on the old stem for support. - Zheng Xie, "Hsinchu".

The scholars of the ancients must be strict with their teachers, and the teachers will be strict and then the Taoists. - Ouyang Xiu.

Those who know are not as good as those who are good, and those who are good are not as good as those who are happy. - Confucius.

The ancient holy king, there is no one who does not respect the teacher. - Lü Buwei.

The scholars of the ancients must be strict with their teachers, and the teachers will be strict and then the Taoists. - Ouyang Xiu.

There is a legend in Swen, and there is a teacher in scholars. - Su Shi.

Poem "Ode to the Teacher":

Teacher's Song: Nan Huiping.

Aim far-reaching and sincere, and strive for the future.

The pen writes a thousand autumn hammers, and the chest hides thousands of volumes to raise children's hair.

Diligent and sincere love painting, rain, rain and wind are beautiful.

The trees are towering to the sky**, and the fragrance floats all over the world!

Teacher, you are a silkworm that spins silk, never showing off your greatness in front of others, but that strand of silver is your life's dedication to education.

Teacher, you are the unknown roots of the tree, supporting the growth of the little tree, and the fruitful fruit of the branches is your beautiful period.

Teacher, you are the gentle spring breeze, kissing the grass that pokes out your head, and the lush greenery of his day is the smile of your hard work.

The tip of the pen flies, and it is the spring silkworm quietly weaving the ideal silk thread;

Laughter was abundant, and it was the nectar gently sprinkled on the vigorous new seedlings.

On the occasion of the arrival of the teacher, let me say a word to you:

Teacher, you have worked hard!

Thank you, my dear teacher.

Inch by inch of chalk.

Dye your hair white.

Burst into a candle and light it.

Shine a light on others. Let's make hieroglyphs one by one.

Be the footprints you have walked through.

Climb to the top of the cliff. Let the latecomers step on your shoulders.

Send batches of students on the road.

Twinkling stars.

Radiating brilliance.

Use up the last bit of residual heat.

This is the life of a teacher.

What is the engineer of the human soul, Teacher?

What is a teacher like? The teacher is like a red candle, illuminating the path of knowledge.

What is a teacher like? Teachers are like spring rain, sprinkling bits and pieces of knowledge in our hearts.

What is a teacher like? The teacher is like a gardener, who nurtures the young self into a knowledgeable number.

What is a teacher like? The teacher is like a golden key that leads us into the treasure trove of knowledge.

What is a teacher like? Teachers are like our mothers, who accompany us every day and tell us a lot of knowledge.

It is the teacher who has given us so much knowledge, and here I wish all the teachers to always be young and beautiful.