Content of teacher's day handwritten newspaper

Praise the gardener

Teacher, everyone says that you are cultivating the pillars of the motherland; I want to say that you are the pillars of the motherland. You have propped up the backbone of our generation! You are like a red candle, giving all the heat and light to the younger generation! Your character and spirit can be summed up in two words-burning! Keep burning!

Your lecture is rich and colorful. Each chapter seems to open a window in front of me and let me see a colorful new world. ...

Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how can so many beautiful flowers of the soul bloom? Ah, teacher, engineer of human soul, who is not praising you!

Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and happiness. Teacher, you are the sower of this hope and happiness!

Teacher, you are a cultivator and a sower of beauty. It is you, shining with beautiful sunshine, nourishing beautiful rain and dew, making our hearts green and full of flowers!

You are busy with the blooming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, silently hanging the shade of leaves! Ah, teacher, your spirit, always remember my heart!

You are more like a nameless root, let the young trees grow sturdily, let the branches bear rich fruits, but ask for nothing in return.

You gave us a ruler of life, let us measure it every day; You gave us a mirror of exemplary behavior, and let us learn everywhere.

When Miao Er needs a glass of water, never send a bucket of water. And when you need a bucket of water, never give a glass of water. Giving in due time is a skill of a good gardener. My teacher, this is your art of education.

Regardless of the cold inkstone in Qin Xin, peaches are ripe and dripping, but plums are ripe and incompetent. It is easy to grow flowers, but difficult to educate people. The valley is very fragrant, poems are full of people, paintings are full of people, and talented people smile.

Teacher, you sow spring, ideals and strength with the noblest feelings of human beings. ...

Sowing with language, cultivating with colored pens, watering with sweat and nourishing with painstaking efforts are the noble work of our beloved teacher.

You work in the present, but you are building the future of the motherland; You teach in class, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland.

Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then students are the sand in the clam; You lick it, grind it, soak it, and wash it with love ... Over the years, the sand turns into pearls and shines.

There are countless proud and happy memories in your teaching career, but you keep them in your heart, just staring at a garden to be explored.

If I were a poet, I would write poems with enthusiasm and praise the vastness and profundity of the sea. And dedicated to you-my broad-minded and knowledgeable teacher.

Teachers are kindling, igniting the fire in students' hearts; Teachers are stone steps, carrying students to climb steadily step by step.

You are like a candle, thin as it is, but with a little heat and light, it illuminates others and exhausts yourself. This selfless dedication is unforgettable.

The language of your lectures is as sweet as a tinkling mountain spring, as cordial as a gurgling stream, and as exciting as a rushing river. ...

Spring silkworm has never said anything to brag about in her life, and the silver silk spit out is a ruler to measure the value of life. Dear teacher, you have never shown off in front of others, but the blooming peaches and plums are the highest evaluation for you.

Your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze and as sweet as a clear spring. Your love is more severe than father's love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than friendship. Your teacher's love is the greatest and cleanest in the world.

The value of fireflies is to shine on others with lights hanging from the back end; Your respect lies in always providing convenience for others.

Who scattered the rain and dew all over the earth? Who feeds the seedlings hard? It's you, teacher, you are a great gardener! Look at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one is not as hard as you, and which one is not as smiling as you!

The golden wind sends laughter, and the sweet-scented osmanthus floats.

Today's teacher's holiday is coming again.

Teachers have worked hard for our growth.

We will never forget the teacher's love for us.

Hello, teacher!

People compare teachers to red candles, which illuminate others and burn themselves.

People compare teachers to gardeners and cultivate peaches and plums all over the world.

Teachers are the noblest career in the world.

The teacher gave us ideal sunshine and wisdom sunshine.

The teacher guided us to the path of sunny life.

Teachers expect us to be the sun in the new century.

The teacher's words moisten my heart like spring rain.

The teacher watered our growth with the rain of knowledge.

Gentle spring rain is the teacher's love for us.

The teacher's words and deeds are like spring rain.

The teacher is willing to be a green leaf and hold us up as red flowers.

The teacher is a green leaf, willing to contribute silently.

The green leaves symbolize that teachers are always young.

When we bloom like flowers, we will never forget the kindness of green leaves.

Teachers are like trees, with blue sky overhead and feet on the earth, silently benefiting the society.

Teachers are big trees, bringing spring scenery to the world.

The teacher sowed the seeds of hope and cultivated us into a forest.

Young trees grow into pillars, never forgetting the gardener's cultivation.

Yes, teachers' enthusiasm is like the sun, and teachers' teaching is like spring rain.

Teachers' style is like green leaves, teachers' occupation is like a tree, and our teachers are good.

Ode to Teachers' Soul —— Dedicated to Teachers' Day

one

You work hard on campus. You have planted your heart, looking forward to it year after year, watching your poems grow from the campus and be recited in people's mouths.

Oh, teacher, there is your pride and glory on campus. There are too many harvest seasons under your painstaking watering. You faithfully guard this garden, just like watching your sunshine shine on your face. This is a bright hope.

The fire of faith burns ignorance and ignorance on campus. Time has proved that your practice is sacred. You have spring, sunshine and flowers; In the eternal song, become a fruit!

You are crystal clear, a sculptor and master of the human soul; You sincerely and selflessly dedicate your youth silently, and you are willing to be a drop of water that moistens the foundation of towering trees on the rostrum; You are fearless, but after hardships, you are still tenacious and strive for the rejuvenation of the entire Chinese nation; You are determined to forge ahead, stand at the forefront of the times and call for a better future. ...

All this has merged into the most vigorous, beautiful, magnificent and beautiful movement. Because in a country with a history of 5,000 years of civilization, in a sunny land of 9.6 million square kilometers, playing on 65.438+0.3 billion heartstrings, how can we not be impassioned, forceful, ups and downs, colorful and dazzling? ...

Oh, I praise you, the teacher who cultivates the flowers of the motherland diligently!

two

Teachers in mountain villages stand by and watch the mountains, with majestic bones as tall as pine trees and noble souls as bright as sunset.

Walk out of the tireless figure from candlelight and hold up a green shade of knowledge in the sun; Groups of brilliant words waded through mountains and rivers, penetrated the hard blackboard, walked through dying tables and chairs, dilapidated classrooms, and captured the barren and ignorant fortress in a large area.

Wearing the eyes of the villagers in the mountain village is like a ray of sunshine, and a flame of sincere love burns in my heart like a mountain flower.

Whenever the bell rings, the plough of language will cross the hard heart and cultivate a green dream in the sound of reading.

At the bottom of pure eyes, there are dozens of immature childlike hearts, and the soft waves reflect the wings of young eagles.

Face poverty, look at ignorance, and follow the mountain. Oh, Mr. Yamamura, you have deeply folded poverty and ignorance in your textbooks, and stepped onto the highland of your heart in poverty.

three

There is sunshine and rain here, and there is a figure of silent cultivation.

Ah, teacher, you have fixed the image of the cow, and it will last for dozens of spring and autumn when you exert yourself. Even if the sideburns are gray, the maple leaves in the old autumn are the reddest. So, you learn the spirit of spring silkworm and let the motherland be covered with beautiful brocade. Your heart is selfless and broad.

You know best the weight of "being a teacher". Poverty and loneliness, flowers and praise are greeted indifferently, and they are open-minded, like an endless Yuan Ye. The fragrance in Taoyuan is the most pleasant, and the gardener's heart flower is more beautiful. Lower your head, the cultivated soil is clear and fragrant; Stand up, the bright red sun is smiling.

"Silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and candles will drain the wick every night." Oh, this is the eternal gardener's soul!

The first part: a clean hand of chalk, a three-foot platform, four seasons of rain and sunshine, plus Jiu Si's five zang-organs and ten thoughts, teaching you to learn well and really sweat.

The second part: ten volumes of poetry and nine chapters of Pythagoras, eight essays and seven latitudes of geography, plus six arts, five classics, four books, three words and two elegant minds, teach people to train talents tirelessly and make China prosperous.

September, dedicated to the teacher.

September, as scheduled.

Therefore, the world is brilliant.

We sing September,

Because this is your eternal festival.

We remember September,

Because this is our sincere confession.

September is an emotional cup,

We hold it high with our hands.

In sincere wishes,

Please drink.

September music has been played,

Please accept our gift in September.

All the teachers who are struggling on the education front.

Poems written on Teachers' Day

one

A teacher is like a knowledgeable gardener.

We are like flowers in the garden.

Every word written by the teacher

Like every drop of water spilled on us,

Let's daily growing ...

two

This class is like a strange home.

No bed, no three meals a day ...

In this family, teachers are kind mothers.

We are lively children;

We can grow up healthily day by day,

Thanks to mom. ...

In the autumn of September, teachers are the theme of this season, and the air is filled with gratitude to teachers. Respecting teachers and attaching importance to teaching is an eternal virtue. Past, present and future, all teachers should be respected and blessed.

It's September again, and Teacher's Day is coming slowly with light steps.

For everyone, in our life course from naughty children to young teenagers to young people,

Teachers are the people who deserve our respect and gratitude most.

Although life is hard, they are concerned about the future of the motherland and students;

Although the candle is a small fire, it burns itself out and illuminates others.

Teachers' Day

Today, teachers have the most beautiful smiles.

Autumn and breeze bring good news of harvest;

Today, teachers, please have a rest, sink into the ocean of singing and mingle with laughter.

Bright flowers stand on tiptoe to kiss you,

The sweet taste is fascinating and refreshing.

Tears of joy, pour out the sweetness in my heart,

Happy smile, full of obsession with career.

In a pair of clear and pure eyes,

With great reverence and gratitude;

In the dry heart, shed your hard sweat,

On your shoulders, we see a vast world.

Today, the hearts of teachers and students are closely linked.

The same sonorous heartbeat turns into a driving force for progress.

Today, September 10-Teacher's Day.

It is the Republic that pays high tribute to teachers.

Laoshi

Teacher-

You are like a drizzle in spring,

Moisten flowers, irrigate the earth,

We are sucking the drizzle and growing.

Teacher-

You are like an 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 my guide on my lost life;

Teacher-

In my rough life, you pointed out the direction for me;

Teacher-

You gave me a pair of powerful wings,

Let me roam in the world of knowledge!

You present a flower,

I present a flower,

Let's weave a big wreath,

Dedicated to my dear teacher and mother.

You gave the seeds,

As warm as the sun;

You sweat,

Water the seedlings.

Your eyes are like bright stars,

Shining with charming brilliance;

Your song is like a spring stream,

Brought joy to everyone.

Wherever we go,

Always remember your feelings;

No matter where we go.

Always remember your words.

Wherever we go,

Always remember your love;

Wherever we go,

Will always be a flower of yours.

References:

Praise the gardener

Responder: Huo Ying 250- Magic Apprentice Level 1 2006-9-6 18:55.

Ode to the gardener

Teacher, everyone says that you are cultivating the pillars of the motherland; I want to say that you are the pillars of the motherland. You have propped up the backbone of our generation!

You are like a red candle, giving all the heat and light to the younger generation! Your character and spirit can be summed up in two words-burning! Keep burning!

Your lecture is rich and colorful. Each chapter seems to open a window in front of me and let me see a colorful new world. ...

Ah, with you, the garden is so gorgeous and the earth is full of spring! Teacher, please open the window and have a look. All this love and this garden full of peaches and plums are paying tribute to you! Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how can so many beautiful flowers of the soul bloom? Ah, teacher, engineer of human soul, who is not praising you! Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and happiness.

Teacher, you are the sower of this hope and happiness!

Teacher, you are a cultivator and a sower of beauty. It is you, shining with beautiful sunshine, nourishing beautiful rain and dew, making our hearts green and full of flowers! You are busy with the blooming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, silently hanging the shade of leaves! Ah, teacher, your spirit, always remember my heart!

You are more like a nameless root, let the young trees grow sturdily, let the branches bear rich fruits, but ask for nothing in return.

You gave us a ruler of life, let us measure it every day; You gave us a mirror of exemplary behavior, and let us learn everywhere.

You are a bridge, connecting the cut mountains for us and leading us to the peak of harvest; You are a green vine, tough and slender, which guides us to collect Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng at the top of the cliff. When Miao Er needs a glass of water, never send a bucket of water. And when you need a bucket of water, never give a glass of water. Giving in due time is a skill of a good gardener. My teacher, this is your art of education. Regardless of the cold inkstone in Qin Xin, peaches are ripe and dripping, but plums are ripe and incompetent. It is easy to grow flowers, but difficult to educate people. The valley is very fragrant, poems are full of people, paintings are full of people, and talented people smile.

Teacher, you use the noblest feelings of human beings-love, sowing spring, sowing ideals, sowing strength ... sowing with words, cultivating with colored pens, watering with sweat and nourishing with painstaking efforts. This is the noble work of our beloved teacher.

You work in the present, but you are building the future of the motherland; You teach in class, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland. Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then students are the sand in the clam; You lick it, grind it, soak it, and wash it with love ... Over the years, the sand turns into pearls and shines.

There are countless proud and happy memories in your teaching career, but you keep them in your heart, just staring at a garden to be explored.

If I were a poet, I would write poems with enthusiasm and praise the vastness and profundity of the sea. And dedicated to you-my broad-minded and knowledgeable teacher.

Teachers are kindling, igniting the fire in students' hearts; Teachers are stone steps, carrying students to climb steadily step by step.

You are like a candle, thin as it is, but with a little heat and light, it illuminates others and exhausts yourself. This selfless dedication is unforgettable. The language of your lectures is as sweet as a tinkling mountain spring, as cordial as a gurgling stream, and as exciting as a rushing river. ...

The value of fireflies is to shine on others with lights hanging from the back end; Your respect lies in always providing convenience for others.

What is a teacher like?

Teachers are like red candles,

Illuminate the path of knowledge.

What is a teacher like?

Teachers are like spring rain,

Sprinkle bits and pieces of knowledge in our hearts.

What is a teacher like?

Teachers are like gardeners,

Cultivate our young family into a large number of knowledgeable people.

What is a teacher like?

A teacher is like a golden key.

Lead the ignorant into the treasure house of knowledge.

What is a teacher like?

Teachers are like our mothers,

Stay with us every day and tell us some colorful knowledge.

It is the teacher who has given us so much knowledge.

I wish all the teachers will always be young and beautiful.

1 I remember your hands were covered with powder.

I remember your kind teaching.

I remember your new silver hair.

Because of you, many students can become talents.

Because of you, the world will be so civilized

Teacher, you are a bright light.

Find a home for the lost children

Teacher, you are an angel.

September, dedicated to the teacher.

September, as scheduled.

Therefore, the world is brilliant.

We sing September,

Because this is your eternal festival.

We remember September,

Because this is our sincere confession.

September is an emotional cup,

We hold it high with our hands.

In sincere wishes,

Please drink.

September music has been played,

Please accept our gift in September.

All the teachers who are struggling on the education front.

Others get gold from life.

You can only get flowers.

Your gold is the morning sun.

Your silver is the moon of the fifteenth.

But you still whistle happily.

Your pride is the fragrance of peaches and plums

Poetry article celebrating Teachers' Day-Thank you for your hard work, teacher.

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.

Educate people to be considerate and helpful?

It is you! Teacher!

Your care is like a warm spring breeze.

It warms our hearts.

Who is it-young us?

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!

You present a flower,

I present a flower,

Let's weave a big wreath,

Dedicated to my dear teacher and mother.

You gave the seeds,

As warm as the sun;

You sweat,

Water the seedlings.

Your eyes are like bright stars,

Shining with charming brilliance;

Your song is like a spring stream,

Brought joy to everyone.

Wherever we go,

Always remember your feelings;

No matter where we go.

Always remember your words.

Wherever we go,

Always remember your love;

Wherever we go,

Will always be a flower of yours.

The golden wind sends laughter, and the sweet-scented osmanthus floats.

Today's teacher's holiday is coming again.

Teachers have worked hard for our growth.

We will never forget the teacher's love for us.

Hello, teacher!

People compare teachers to red candles, which illuminate others and burn themselves.

People compare teachers to gardeners and cultivate peaches and plums all over the world.

Teachers are the noblest career in the world.

The teacher gave us ideal sunshine and wisdom sunshine.

The teacher guided us to the path of sunny life.

Teachers expect us to be the sun in the new century.

The teacher's words moisten my heart like spring rain.

The teacher watered our growth with the rain of knowledge.

Gentle spring rain is the teacher's love for us.

The teacher's words and deeds are like spring rain.

The teacher is willing to be a green leaf and hold us up as red flowers.

The teacher is a green leaf, willing to contribute silently.

The green leaves symbolize that teachers are always young.

When we bloom like flowers, we will never forget the kindness of green leaves.

Teachers are like trees, with blue sky overhead and feet on the earth, silently benefiting the society.

Teachers are big trees, bringing spring scenery to the world.

The teacher sowed the seeds of hope and cultivated us into a forest.

Young trees grow into pillars, never forgetting the gardener's cultivation.

Yes, teachers' enthusiasm is like the sun, and teachers' teaching is like spring rain.

Teachers' style is like green leaves, teachers' occupation is like a tree, and our teachers are good.

References:

Purple rain imperial city; The prodigal son is cold; Zhiao

Responder: wake up the kitten-director level 8 9-3 09:55

Every time I walk past the teacher's window

The stars are shining in the quiet night, and the teacher's room is bright all night. Every time I walk past your window, bright lights shine on my heart.

Cultivate a new generation of hardworking gardeners late at night! The light is still on. You are writing a textbook, and a tall figure is reflected in your window.

On the new Long March, teachers have made new contributions, and successive successors have thrived. Shoulder the hope of the motherland, rush to all directions. You always stare with tears in your eyes.

(Chorus)

Ah, whenever I think of you, my dear good teacher. A warm current stirred in my heart.

Respondent: Yingwei Grade 1 9-3 10: 14.

What is a teacher like?

Teachers are like red candles,

Illuminate the path of knowledge.

What is a teacher like?

Teachers are like spring rain,

Sprinkle bits and pieces of knowledge in our hearts.

What is a teacher like?

Teachers are like gardeners,

Cultivate our young family into a large number of knowledgeable people.