The poems about Teacher s Day should be a little more subtle and less substantial, about three minut

Poems about Teacher's Day I have remembered your powdered hands I have remembered your charitable teachings I have remembered your new silver hairs Because of you, students can become talented Because of you, the world will be so civilized Teacher, You are the beacon Find home for lost children Teacher You are an angel September, dedicated to the teacher September, as scheduled. The world is splendid.

The four spring breezes are prepared, and several autumn rains wash the gap.

The black hair accumulates the sun and the moon, and the chalk writes the spring and autumn without words.

The silk spits out the spring and is not old, and the candle tears become gray and the autumn is thicker.

Three thousand peach and plum gardens are sown in spring, and fruits are full of fruit in autumn.

Who it is

Bringing our ignorance into spacious classrooms and teaching 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 to put us 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 to put the young of us.

Cultivating into a mature and sensible teenager?

It's you! Teacher!

Your protection keeps us healthy.

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 salute you very much!

You've done a great job, teacher.

1, "Fenghe Linggong Lvyetang Planting Flowers" Tang Dynasty poet Bai Juyi.

Original text: Let the public peach and plum all over the world, why use the front of the hall to plant flowers.

Translation: The Green Field Hall is open and occupies the essence of all things, and passers-by say that it is Ling Gong's home, and Ling Gong's students are all over the world, so why plant flowers in front of the house.

2. "The Analects of Zihan" Confucius.

Original text: The height of the up, the strength of the drill, the foresight in the front, the suddenness in the back.

The master is good and seductive, and he writes about me and asks me to be polite, and he can't stop it.

That is, I will do my best, such as standing out. Although I want to follow it, the end is also enough.

Translation: I look up at the teacher's knowledge and morality, and the more I look up, the higher I feel; I worked hard, and the more I studied, the more I felt that I couldn't do it all. It looks like it's in front, and suddenly it's like it's in the back.

The teacher was good at inducing me step by step, enriching my knowledge with various classics, and restraining my words and deeds with various etiquettes, so that it was impossible for me to stop studying until I had exhausted all my strength.

It was as if something very tall was standing in front of me, and though I wanted to follow it, there was no way forward.

3. "The Book of Answering the Ancestors" Ouyang Xiu, a politician and writer in the Northern Song Dynasty.

Original text: Ancient scholars must be strict with their teachers, and teachers will be strict and then Taozun.

Translation: In ancient times, a person who studied would respect his teacher, and only after respecting the teacher would he respect the truth he was learning.

4. "Untitled" Tang Dynasty poet Li Shangyin.

Original text: The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns into ashes and tears begin to dry.

Translation: The silk is not spit out until the spring silkworm is cocooned and dies, and the wax oil like tears can only drip dry when the candle is burned to ashes.

5, "Jihai Miscellaneous Poems" Qing Dynasty poet Gong Zizhen.

Original text: Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers.

Yongshi poem Guiguzi.

A few more spring and autumn and a few more hurried, the wind blows the flowers and the heart is red.

The peach and plum do not read Zerun, and the next is a strange companion Sheng Peng.

The wisdom of the account is taught, and the study is thousands of miles.

The sea and the sky are eight leaps, and you are the dragon of the east, west, north and south!

Simplified translation: How many years have passed in a hurry, as a teacher, I am worthy of my heart and have cultivated batches of students.

The students receive a good education unconsciously, and this atmosphere in the school makes us always wander in the world of endless learning.

The knowledge learned by the students is the crystallization of the teacher's painstaking efforts and careful education, and we use the knowledge we have learned to serve the country, so that our students can soar and display their talents in the tide of society, and eventually the students will be the pillars of the motherland.

Tang dynasty Liu Shang has "Reward Teacher", poem Yun:

The void is nowhere to be found, as if it were glass. Who arrives in the poetry realm, and the Zen heart passes the poem. Husband to read, what is the end of the night?

He Xi and today. The screen is full of peach and plum words, and the fragrance is intoxicating. It's like a blank head.

It is better to listen to the sound of flowing water, walk on ordinary roads, and live a clean life.

Today's Teacher's Parenting Day, parents all over the world send their feelings.

He was not talented and worried, and he taught the first person with a bitter conscience.

In the morning and evening, he practiced and grinded Gangxiu, and the teacher looked forward to his next life.

A piece of Dayu flew away, and the eight immortals crossed the sea to show their glory.

Answer: A little poem about Teacher's Day.

1. Teacher's Day poem 1

Some people compare teachers to red candles that illuminate others and burn themselves;

Some people compare teachers to engineers of souls, shaping beautiful souls;

Some people compare teachers to a clear spring, always reflecting the truth, goodness, beauty and falsehood, evil and ugliness;

Our teachers say that Xiaozhou sells us as a ladder and uses our tenacity.

Let the students step on our shoulders and run towards a new future.

We are gardeners.

With our diligence.

Let the garden of science always be colorful.

We are spring silkworms.

With our talents.

Let the silk of knowledge stretch from us.

2. Teacher's Day poem 2

You are the morning star of the night.

You are the clear sky of the day.

You are the breeze under the sun.

You are the eaves in the rain.

You are the sea;

You are the mountains and rivers.

You are the one who shapes my soul.

You are the rocket that carries the satellite.

You are the compass needle of the sea.

You are devoted, you are giving.

You are our most beloved teacher.

3. Teacher's Day poem 3

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 desk figure in the long night, the green silk is added to the hair, the three-foot podium is laughing, and you use friendship to shorten the distance of the heart and the heart skillfully.

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.