Teacher s Day, poems in praise of teachers shorter .

Inch by inch of chalk.

Dye your hair white.

Burst into a candle and light it.

Illuminate others and make hieroglyphs one by one.

Be the footprints you have walked through.

Climb to the top of the cliff and 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.

O engineer of the human soul!

Dear teacher.

The flow of time and space.

It's about putting me at a distance from you.

The longer it gets, the longer it gets, but the heart that misses.

But it will never change.

Like a spring breeze.

A hundred flowers bloom like the sun.

Fruitful teacher.

My most beloved teacher.

Wishing you always good health and happiness!

Gardener's hymn. It's you, the teacher, with the sweat of hard work.

water us; With the flower of truth, illuminate us;

The pace of the years.

It's approaching, and silver hairs are crawling up your temples.

How many cold nights, you have worked hard to write;

How many summer days. You turn stones into gold;

If there is magic in the world, I would rather be the chalk in your hand, accompanying you through the wind, rain, snow and frost, the moon and the cold winter.

You will always have a divine name:

Gardener - Teacher!

Introduction: The poem of praise to the teacher, dedicated to the most lovely teacher in the world, has survived the youth of life for the growth of children. The following is my collection of poems about Teacher's Day, welcome to refer to it!

1, "When I Grow Up, I'll Be You".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.

O engineer of the human soul!

2, "Teacher, hard work".Who is it that brings the ignorant into the spacious classrooms and teaches us a wealth of knowledge?

It's you! Teacher!

With your hard sweat, you have nurtured the young seedlings that have just broken through the soil in spring.

Who is it - the repentant world to put us who are naughty.

Educate people who are considerate and helpful to others?

It's you! Teacher!

Your care is like a warm spring breeze.

It warms our hearts.

Who is it - put the young us.

Cultivating into a mature and sensible teenager?

It's you! Teacher!

Your protection allows us to grow healthily.

It bears fruit in the golden autumn season.

You've done a great job! Teacher!

People who work hard in the sweltering heat and cold.

You've done a great job! Teacher!

People who dedicate their youth to nothing.

We would like to pay you our highest respect!

You've worked hard, the teacher is not old!

3. "Praise of Teachers".How many years of seasonal reincarnation, how many springs, summers, autumns and winters, you are a red candle burning a bright life, dedicating a lot of blood and sweat, not seeking to leave a name in history, you spread the fire of wisdom with true feelings.

Just like the spring silkworm giving a lifetime of loyalty, just like the winter plum singing the song of early spring.

How many blind nights, how many times the lights are always bright, you have a figure at the desk in the long night, the green silk is added to the hair, the three-foot podium is laughing, and you shorten the journey between the heart and the heart with friendship.

You are the sun melting the cold ice and snow, you are the guide who leads people out of the labyrinth of science.

Yes! Glorious teachers, hardworking gardeners!

The fragrance of peach and plum is your joy, silently dedicating your selfless heart.

Yes! Glorious teachers, hardworking gardeners!

The fragrance of peach and plum is your joy, silently dedicating your selfless heart.