The teacher asked me to write five modern poems by myself, is there any reference

I have a lot of them, I don't know what type to want.

The modern poems written about teachers include "Teacher Yang", "Ode to the Teacher", "Praise the Teacher", "The Teacher Has Worked Hard", "The Peach and Plum Are All Over the World", "To the Mulberry Tree", "The Teacher's Grace is Unforgettable", "Teacher's Hard Work", "Teacher's Grace", "Teacher" and so on.

1, "Teacher Yang".

Gray tiles.

Fell into the autumn rain.

The green moss became a thought.

Filter out the dust of time.

Drops of pure water.

Flowing down from the eaves.

Moisturizing another harvest.

The wind wrinkled the window paper.

The shadow of the candlelight shattered.

2. "Ode to the Teacher".

Others take ** from life.

You can only get floral scents.

Your yellow raid is the morning sun on the stool.

Your shadow is the fifteenth moon.

But you're still whistling happily.

Your pride is the fragrance of peach and plum.

3, "Praise the Teacher".

The golden wind sends laughter.

The fragrance of osmanthus flowers wafts.

Teacher's Day.

Today is spring regret again.

Teachers for our growth.

I don't know how much hard work it took.

The teacher's caress for us.

We will never forget.

4, "The Teacher Has Worked Hard".

Who is it. Lead the ignorant into the spacious classroom.

Teach us a wealth of knowledge.

It's you. Teacher.

You sweat with your hard work.

It nurtured the young seedlings that had just broken through the soil in spring.

5, "Peach and Plum All Over the World".

Knowing your majesty as a child.

Always think of your whip.

It accidentally landed in the palm of my hand.

Reminds me to pay attention in class.

Assignments should be on time.

Otherwise, you will be punished.

6, "To the Mulberry Tree".

When you strive to grow a new leaf.

I can't wait to call me.

Look at me. Chew up your offerings.

When you have a red leaf for me.

Just rejoice. Call me.

Listen to me. 7, "Unforgettable Teacher".

Today is Teacher's Day.

I am deeply grateful to the teacher for his sincere teachings.

The teacher's grace is unforgettable.

Remembering the past. High school graduate.

If you take the college entrance examination, you have to fill in the volunteers.

8, "Teacher, you have worked hard".

Teacher. With your selflessness.

Take me through the door of knowledge.

Fill my empty brain with your wisdom.

Let my life not be ignorant and dull.

9, "Teacher's Grace".

Teacher. September winds.

Blowing yellow chrysanthemum.

Blowing incense cinnamon.

Blowing the gray hair on your temples too.

In the light and shadow of the flowing years.

It was as if I was back in your class.

Your hands are covered with chalk dust.

Guiding us into one after another.

A colorful world.

10, "Teacher".

Teacher. When I grew up.

I won't forget.

I was in kindergarten.

You were a good mother to us.

Can't forget. When I cried.

You take me in your arms.

A modern poem for the teacher is as follows:

1. September, dedicated to the teacher, September, as scheduled, the world is splendid, we sing September, because this is your eternal festival. We remember September because it is our sincere confession. September, is a cup full of love, we raise a sincere blessing with both hands, please toast.

The September season has begun, so accept our September gift.

2. The four degrees of spring breeze are prepared, and several autumn rains wash the gap. Black hair accumulates frost and weaves the sun and moon, and chalk writes 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.

3. You are a gardener, adding beauty to the mountains and rivers of the motherland, you are like spring rain, moistening peaches and plums, and the land of China is full of fragrant flowers. On this festive occasion, let me offer a flower of my heart to express my sincere wishes to you. Composing carols with colorful clouds and weaving poems with flowers everywhere cannot express our congratulations on teachers' festivals.

4. Teachers are like gardeners, peach and plum all over the world, teachers are like red candles, burning themselves to illuminate us, teachers are like bees, hardworking and brave, teachers are like mothers, beautiful and kind, teachers are like a book, giving us a lot of knowledge.

5. I have remembered your hands stained with powder, I have remembered your charitable teachings, I have remembered your new silver hairs, because you can become a student to become a talent, because of you the world will be so polite, you are a beacon, find a home for lost children, you are an angel.

Teachers are hardworking gardeners.

I love teachers. Teacher, you've worked hard.

Thank you for your little bit of us.

Let's say you're an umbrella.

Then I'm the one under the umbrella.

I love my teacher.

The teacher is like a red candle that ignites the torch in the hearts of the students, but burns itself until the red candle turns to ashes.

The teacher is like a gardener, nurturing our flowers, but working hard until his physical strength is exhausted.

When we grow up, we must become the pillars of the country, ah! Teachers are so selfless!

Yes! Teacher, we love you!

This has to be written by an expert or a teacher.

Modern Poetry:

I'll be you when I grow up.

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!

Ancient poem: The new bamboo is higher than the old bamboo branches, and it is all supported by the old stems.

There will be a new student next year, and the ten-zhang dragon grandson will surround the phoenix pool. - Hsinchu Qing Dynasty: Zheng Xie's translation: The new bamboo can surpass the old bamboo, and it is entirely dependent on the birth and nourishment of the old bamboo.

When a new bamboo grows the next year, it also begins to give birth to new bamboo, and the pond is surrounded by lush young bamboos.

[Modern].

The years are the most intolerant to you, the years are the most merciless to you, the years take away your youth, and you don't care.

You work silently, you give silently, you sacrifice silently, and you don't care.

How many nights have you been accompanied by that lamp, how many nights have been accompanied by that pen, how many nights have been accompanied by that stack of books, and you don't care.

You don't care if your hard work is rewarded, you don't care if your dedication is rewarded, you don't care if your sacrifice is worthwhile, then what do you care?

When we get good grades, you have a smile of relief on your face;

When we get a bad grade, you have a disappointed look on your face.

Look, teacher!

The good and bad of our results form your joy and anger.

Thank you, teacher!

Your instructive teachings have allowed me to move forward in the ocean of knowledge;

Your tireless teachings allow me to explore the truths of life.

Without you, my life would have lacked some brilliance.

Ah, Teacher! You are the lighthouse, we are the ship.

Without the lighting of the lighthouse, the ship would be disoriented in the dark and unable to move forward!

Teacher. Your profession is under the sun.

The holiest profession.

Let your students say yes

Teacher, I love you! 」

Ancient times] jade pot contains ice hearts.

Zhu pen writes the soul of the master.

Earnest as a father's word.

Yin Yin is like a friend.

Light lines.

Thick wipe a lifetime of people.

Hope for the latecomers.

Successfully report to the master.

Ancient poems are untitled.

It is difficult for Li Shangyin to say goodbye when he meets, and the east wind is powerless.

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

Xiaojing but the clouds and temples have changed, and the night chant should feel the cold moonlight.

There is no way to go to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent to visit.

Modern poems how do I write a little poem for you.

Teacher Zhang Mudi, how can I write a little poem to you, perhaps, I am a tear in spring, when the tide is surging in your eyes, you understand my crystal.

Teacher, how can I write a little poem to you, perhaps, I am a cloud in summer, when you invite the blue sky to the pillow, you touch my innocence.

Teacher, how can I write a little poem to you, perhaps, I am a handful of autumn soil, when you get close to the earth, you hear my heartbeat.

Teacher, how can I write a little poem to you, maybe, I am a seed of winter.

When you meditate on the spring breeze, I sprout in your dreams.

There are no ancient poems, only modern poems.

The jade pot has an ice heart.

Zhu pen writes the soul of the master.

Earnest as a father's word.

Yin Yin is like a friend.

Light lines.

Thick wipe a lifetime of people.

Hope for the latecomers.

Successfully report to the master.

Who can be born to know, who can not learn to become a genius?

My growth and progress are inseparable from the care of my teachers.

A poem dedicated to a teacher.

September, the golden season;

September, the season of warmth;

September, the season of flowers;

September, the season of innocence.

Facing the gentle breeze of September, we came to nature and picked a bouquet of flowers for the teacher.

Pick a wisp of laughter and give it to the teacher.

September 10th is your holiday, all the Young Pioneers wish together.

May you be happy forever.

I can't forget your pleasant demeanor on the podium;

I can't forget your hard work under the night light;

I can't forget your amiable smile;

I can't forget your conscientious and responsible spirit.

It is you who lead us to the ship of knowledge;

It is you who teach us how to swim in the ocean of knowledge.

In the future, no matter how amazing our achievements are, you will always be our teacher.

In the face of our red scarves of the new era, you only have a smile, and your troubles and sorrows are forever left to the days of solitude, do you think we don't know anything?

Dear teacher, you have worked hard!

Your dedication, your hard work.

We can see it.

Look, the bright red scarf is as red as fire!

Floating in every corner of the motherland.

In the land of 9.6 million square kilometers, every red scarf is a beating note, let's sing!

Let's jump!

September, as scheduled.

The world is splendid.

We sing about September because it's your eternal holiday.

We remember September because it is our sincere confession.

In September, it was a cup full of love, and we raised it high with both hands.

In a sincere blessing, please toast.

The September movement has been played, please accept our September gift, all the teachers who are working the education front, thank you.

I remember your powdered hands.

I remember your philanthropic teachings.

I remember your new silver hair.

Because of you, students can become talents.

Because of you, the world is so civilized.

The teacher is cautious of dismantling the sedan car, you are the light.

Find home for the disoriented child Fan Kaizi

Teacher: You are an angel.

September, the season of warmth;

September, the season of innocence.

Pick a bouquet of flowers and give it to the teacher.

Pick a wisp of joy and give it to Zheng Shuhua, the teacher of shouting La.

I can't forget your pleasant demeanor on the podium;

I can't forget your hard work under the night light;

You will always be our teacher.

You've done a great job!

How can I thank you? --Wang Guozhen.

It's not limited to teachers, but it's a good fit.

The jade pot has an ice heart.

Zhu pen writes the crack shed to guess the soul of the master.

Earnest as a father's word.

Yin Yin is like a friend.

Light lines.

Thick wipe a lifetime of people.

Hope for the latecomers.

Successfully report to the master.

Who can be born to know, and who can become a genius without learning?

My unbridled growth and progress are inseparable from the care of my teachers.