Praise the teacher's poetry teacher is the fire, igniting the fire in the 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, 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! Who-who led us into the spacious classroom and taught us a wealth of knowledge? It is you! Teacher! With your hard sweat, you have nurtured the tender seedlings that have just broken ground in spring. Who-who educated naughty us into understanding and helpful people? It is you! Teacher! Your care is like a warm spring breeze, which warms our hearts. Who is it-to train young people into mature and sensible teenagers? 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! 2. Red candle praises you and inspires my gentle heart. You enriched my blank mind. You wove my sweet dream. You gave me the key to the future. My beloved teacher's colorful life is full of your nourishment. A prosperous world depends on your legacy. My soaring sail is your masterpiece. My burning blood is what you are willing to pay. My dear teacher, you will always stand in your life. Our seedlings grow tenaciously in all corners of the country. In your deep wrinkles, there is a vigorous spirit. In your white sideburns, a yearning heart is reflected-my beloved teacher, I remember your earnest teachings, and the red candle praises the spring sowing season. Hard-working gardeners sow seeds and begin to cultivate again in this recovery season. Flowers, a lively place. On this warm and full day, industrious bees carry small lead pipes to pick flowers and make honey. Mulberry leaves, small stage. White spring silkworms silently sew cotton-padded jackets in this unknown place. All this, all this, is you, the great teacher. You are a red candle, illuminating me and guiding me in the dark. The candle oil dripping from the candle body is your tears of excitement and joy. It's Teacher's Day again. Teacher, have a rest. In this short day, temporarily put out the warm flame on your head. I want to tell you that you have worked hard!