Poems about kindergarten teachers and mothers 1. Poems about teachers being like mothers.

I have a new home, which is a warm home. Many children are together, and my teacher is like my mother.

Over the past three years, we have grown up happily day by day in this warm big family. Tomorrow we will graduate, and unforgettable images will come to mind.

At that time, I had just turned three years old, and I had grown up. I was no longer a nursing baby in Xiao Pi. My mother sent me to sunshine kindergarten, Changqing, Wuhan, and the teacher accepted me personally. At the moment when my mother just left, I suddenly burst into tears. "Mom, mom, I want my mother-"It was the teacher who gently held me in her arms and wiped my tears and nose for me: "Look, there are so many children and toys in kindergarten, as well as us. Children, shall we all play games with our new partners? " "good!" I smiled with tears in my eyes, and since then I have integrated into this new home. I am a timid and shy little girl. I used to be afraid when I met adults-but when I got to kindergarten, I became more and more courageous. Why did the tall teacher suddenly become shorter? I can look into my eyes and talk to my ears with my mouth. Oh! It turned out that the teacher regarded me as an equal friend and squatted down when talking! The distance is close at once, and the heart is close at once. The teacher is so amiable that the teacher is not terrible at all.

2. Some poems praising teachers and mothers

Motherly love is a blood connection and a blessing for children. Motherly love is like the wind in spring. Motherly love is green, when she gently blows across the earth. It is the clouds in the sky that always let the scorching sun pass through her body first, and it is the sunset after the rain that always lets the washed earth lie in her arms, writing colorful life dreams in the high sky.

Maternal love is the eternal theme of human beings.

We give it too many interpretations and too many connotations. There is no soul-stirring historical epic, no shocking reversal of stormy waves, and a mother's love is like a spring rain, a clear song that moistens things silently for a long time.

Yu, a contemporary essayist, wrote in an article: "The starting point of all travelers is always to say goodbye to their mothers ... Their destination is aging ... It is impossible for the elderly in their twilight years to cry out for their mothers without moving people, and they have to wander without calling out for their return." Motherly love is the ultimate destination of a wanderer in the world, and it is a clear spring that moistens children's hearts. With the children sipping, it is endless. Therefore, E68A8462616964757A 68696416F31333266534.

Motherly love is like an idyll, far away and pure, elegant and light; Motherly love is a landscape painting. Wash away the lead carving and leave it fresh and natural. Motherly love is like a affectionate song, melodious and melodious, singing softly; Motherly love is a warm wind, which blows away the snow and brings infinite spring. Motherly love is a lifetime of laughter and a wandering yearning. Motherly love is the concern and anxiety of children before their sickbed. Motherly love is the ardent expectation of their children's growth.

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1, your job is today, but you are building the motherland's tomorrow; Your teaching is in the classroom, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland. 2. Your position will never change, but your footprints are everywhere; Your temples will turn gray one day, but your youth will last forever.

On the road from naivety to maturity, from ignorance to civilization, you opened the way for us with the torch of life. The teacher's spring breeze bathes my heart every day.

A good teacher is better than thousands of books. 6. Dear teacher, your sincere love has awakened much confusion, cultivated much self-confidence, ignited much youth and destroyed many sails.

7, the crane hair silver silk reflects the sun and the moon, and the heart is full of blood to open new flowers. 8. Once a teacher, always a father.

9. The gift of a speech is also my teacher. 10, gardener, lofty title, I wish you peaches and plums all over the world and spring glow.

1 1. The river pushes us to the vast sea, and the dawn brings us a bright morning; Dear teacher, you have led us to a brilliant life. 12 teacher, people say that you are a pillar of the motherland, not that you are a pillar of the motherland, but that you support the backbone of our generation.

13. Teachers are the cultivators and sowers of beauty. It's you, shining with beautiful sunshine, nourishing beautiful rain and dew, and making our hearts green.

14, your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze, and as sweet as the spring water. 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. 15, teacher, the light of wisdom that emanates from us will always shine with the spark that you lit with your own hands.

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. Every chapter seems to open a window in front of me and let me see a beautiful 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? Teacher, the engineer of human soul, who won't praise 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 who shine the beautiful sunshine, moisten the beautiful rain and dew, make 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.

3. Poems about teachers being loving mothers

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.

Children are grateful to their parents and teachers.

1. They gave me life, nurtured me and educated me. I've learned a lot about being a man and how to treat others ... The last sentence in the poem "Wandering" by the ancient poet Meng Jiao, "Only an inch of grass has a few feelings, and it makes three waves in spring", which expresses the voices of all children! We can never repay our parents for their kindness to us, but we still have to repay them. Mom and dad are very comforted to see us! Don't let them worry any more! The old man added, "If you raise a child at the age of one hundred, you have to worry about it at the age of ninety-nine!" In their eyes, children will always be children, even if they grow up, they will worry. So we should behave well and don't disappoint our parents!

1. No one deserves such deep gratitude than you. This day alone is far from enough to express our gratitude to you. Dear teacher, you are like a drizzle in spring, nourishing our hearts. Your love and care will inspire us to experience difficulties and hardships. You are not only a qualified teacher, but also a good friend. Thank you for everything.

2. Who burns himself like a candle to illuminate others? Is a teacher; Who works as hard as a gardener to cultivate the flowers of the motherland without asking for anything in return? Is a teacher; Who, like a boatman, sent off a batch of ferrymen and left himself by the river forever? Still a teacher! Teacher! You educate us like a loving mother, teach us knowledge, cultivate our ability and tell us how to be a man. Teacher, I admire you, so I am more grateful to you! Thank you for your selflessness, your efforts and your kindness! On this holiday season, I would like to extend my classmates' blessings to you.

5. Poetry of Thanksgiving Teachers in Kindergarten

Teachers are hardworking gardeners,

We are blooming flowers.

The gardener watered and fertilized the flowers.

Is to teach us seriously,

Let's learn more knowledge.

The teacher is a big umbrella.

We are small animals hiding under umbrellas.

A big umbrella can shelter small animals from the wind and rain.

When we are in trouble,

The teacher will help us at once.

The teacher's heart is a vast sky,

Can tolerate our mistakes.

The mistakes we made,

Teachers always forget quickly.

"Silkworms in spring will weave until they die,

Every night, the candle will cry the wick away. "

This is our dear teacher.

. Thank you teacher!

When I came to your side, 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 your for your hard work, thank you your for your selflessness, and thank you for everything you have done for us.

2. Send you a bunch of flowers

Express our respect for you;

Send you a touching song,

Bring you a little sweetness.

Teacher-you have worked hard,

You took us through the storm,

It was you who fed us with the nutrition of knowledge.

But never ask for anything in return.

It was you who answered all the difficult questions for us.

You told us:

When encountering difficulties,

Don't give up easily.

Since then, in our lives,

Always full of joy.

A lot less trouble,

Added a fortitude.

Another harvest autumn,

You still have a marker in your hand.

Painted a beautiful blueprint,

Peaches and plums that nourish the motherland.

It's midnight, and you're still preparing your lessons carefully.

You are still recalling our success in your sleep.

We are flowers in full bloom in spring,

It was you who played a wonderful melody for us.

You are a diligent gardener,

We will remember your words.

Take every step of your life,

Friendly, bodybuilding, realistic and enterprising!

3. How many years of seasonal cycle, how many years of spring, summer, autumn and winter,

You are a red candle burning bright life,

How much blood and sweat, not seeking fame and history.

You spread the fire of wisdom with true feelings.

Just like the spring silkworm gave her lifelong loyalty,

Just like Dong Mei singing the song of early spring.

How many sleepless nights, how many times the lights are on,

In the long night, there is a figure at your desk.

Add China hair to the hair, and the three-foot platform laughs.

You shorten the distance between heart and heart with love.

You are the sunshine that melts the cold ice and snow,

You are the guide to lead 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,

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.

Here, I wish all teachers will always be young.

6. Children's Poems Praising Motherly Love (Short)

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Mom, mom, my dear mom,

The negative pressure of heavy life has bent your once straight waist,

I want to grow up quickly,

Help you unload the burden on your shoulders.

Mom, mom, my kind mom,

The wind and frost of the years have dyed your once flowing black hair white,

How I want to be a lovely little witch,

Use magic to make you young and radiant.

Mom, my dear mom!

Damn wrinkles all over your face,

I want to use the blood of my life,

In exchange for your healthy and long life in spring, summer, autumn and winter.