1, when I came to you, I wanted to harvest a spring breeze, but you gave me the whole spring; I wanted to hold a handful of waves, but you gave me the whole ocean; I wanted to pick a red leaf, but you gave me the whole maple forest; I want to kiss a snowflake, but you gave me the whole silver world ... how can I thank you? Teacher, you have given us knowledge, strength and courage to overcome difficulties, and let us go forward bravely. Teacher, I thank you! Thank you for your hard work, your selflessness and everything you have done for us. Send you a bunch of flowers to show our respect for you; Send you a touching song, bring you a little sweetness. Teacher-you have worked hard, you have brought us through the difficulties, you have nourished us with knowledge, but you never ask for anything in return. You told us not to give up easily when we encounter difficulties. Since then, our life has been full of joy at any time. There is a lot less trouble. It adds a kind of fortitude. It's another harvest autumn, and you still hold the colored brush in your hand. It depicts a beautiful blueprint and nourishes the peaches and plums of the motherland. In the middle of the night, you are still preparing lessons carefully, and in your sleep, you are still recalling the joy of our success. We are flowers in full bloom in spring, and you have played a wonderful melody for us. You are a diligent gardener, and we will remember your earnest teachings. Have a good life. 3. How many years of seasonal cycles, how many spring, summer, autumn and winter, you are a red candle burning bright life, and how much blood and sweat you have sacrificed. You don't want to stay in the long river of history, but you spread the fire of wisdom with your true feelings. Just like the spring silkworm dedicated her life's loyalty, just like the winter plum sang the song of early spring. How many invisible nights, how many bright lights, your figure at your desk in the long night, adding hair among the green hairs, laughing on the three-foot platform. You shortened the distance between you with your love. You are the sunshine that melts the cold ice and snow, and you are the guide that leads people out of the maze of science. Ah! Glorious teachers and hardworking gardeners! The fragrance of peaches and plums is your joy, silently dedicating your selfless heart. Ah! Glorious teachers and hardworking gardeners! The fragrance of peaches and plums is your joy, silently dedicating your selfless heart. 4. What is the teacher like? Teachers are like red candles, illuminating the road of knowledge. What is a teacher like? Teachers are like spring rain, spreading bits and pieces of knowledge in our hearts. What is a teacher like? Teachers, like gardeners, cultivate our young family into a large number of knowledgeable people. What is a teacher like? Teachers are like a golden key, leading us into the treasure house of knowledge. What is a teacher like? Teachers, like our mothers, accompany 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. These are for your reference, choose by yourself! Happy Teachers' Day to all teachers in the world! ! ! Praise for the teacher's poem 2: I love the teacher like a red candle, which ignites the fire in the students' hearts, but burns itself until the red candle turns to ashes. Teachers, like gardeners, feed our flowers, but work hard for themselves until their physical strength is exhausted. We must become the pillars of the country when we grow up! The teacher is so selfless! Ah! Teacher, we love you! Praise the teacher's poem 3:-Teacher, who is hard-lead us into the spacious classroom and teach 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 is it-educating naughty people into people who can help others? 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! I can only help you here, old teacher-you are like a drizzle in spring, nourishing flowers and irrigating the earth, and we are also trying to suck the drizzle and grow. Teacher-you are like an autumn breeze, blowing the yellow land and calling for rice. We have 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! Praise the teacher's poem 4: the golden wind sends laughter, and the 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, teachers' teaching is like spring rain, teachers' style is like green leaves, teachers' career is like a tree, and our teachers are good. Praise the teacher's poem 5: You present a flower, I present a flower, let's weave a big wreath and give it to my dear teacher and mother. It is you who gave the seeds, the warmth like sunshine; It was you who watered the seedlings with sweat. Your eyes are like bright stars, shining with charming brilliance; Your singing is like a clear spring, which brings 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, it will be a flower of yours. Praise the teacher's poem 6: September, as scheduled. Therefore, the world is brilliant. We sing September, because it is your eternal festival. We remember September because it was our sincere confession. September is an emotional cup. We hold high our sincere wishes with our hands. Please drink a toast. The music has been played in September, please accept our gifts in September, all the teachers who are struggling in the education front. Psalm 7: I remember that 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. The world is so civilized because of you. Teacher, you are the guiding light for the lost children. You are an angel who praises the teacher. Psalm 8: Teachers praise others for getting 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 peaches. You are a gardener, shedding hard sweat and shining; Ah! Teacher-you trained me to be an adult and let me shine for the motherland; Ah! Teacher-you taught me how to be a man, and your hard work flows in my blood! Teacher, who led us into the spacious classroom with difficulty and taught us rich 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! Miss the gardener. Everything that has passed will become a kind of nostalgia ―― teacher, I miss my middle school days, I miss my alma mater, I miss you ... If time can go back, let me go back to my student days ―― dear teacher, how much I want to listen to your earnest teachings again ... After a long time, your voice always rings in my ears; Your figure often appears in front of my eyes; Your teachings, in my heart forever ... Life is an endless road. I walk, walk, keep walking. When I am tired and slack, your firm face, firm voice and tenacious spirit will float in my memory. Teacher, you have taught me life, how can I forget you! Whenever I harvest, I can't help but miss the hard-working cultivator-the teacher. Teacher, although I have been away for a long time, your image seems to be a bright light, which has been flashing in my heart. Today, I am in a distant place, folding the yesterday you gave me into a boat of memory and floating it in the lake of missing. The clothes are still the same, and the lights are still the same. Your familiar blackboard writing and familiar voice lead our thoughts to the past student days. Oh, teacher ... Miss you, dear teacher! I cherish the gaze of your bright eyes in my heart. They are like clear springs with two eyes, flowing in my heart forever ... People who drink poison to quench their thirst cherish its source and learn from it when they succeed.