What poems can show the teacher's hard work and greatness? ? ?

1. A poem describing the teacher's hard work: the podium is narrow and the blackboard is long. Tired for three hours, busy for four seasons. Bai Mo board, black and silver cream. The world is full of peaches and plums, and all teachers are fragrant. Educated by the monarch since childhood, I feel deeply indebted when I grow up. I used to teach when I was young, and I didn't feel stupid. Draw paper on the curtain, knock on the static board and knock on the market. The owner does not seek fame and fortune, and later generations pass on 72 sages 1. In spring, silkworms will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. 2. I feel shallow from the paper and know nothing about it. It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we parted, the time has become longer, the east wind has started and the flowers have fallen. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song. There are many ways to get from Pengshan to Bluebird. Listen! -Give me what she said! . I found a poem praising the teacher's hard work. Please see: (1) ★★★★ Poem in praise of the teacher: ★★★★ You present a flower, I present a flower, let's weave a big wreath for our 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. (2) The teacher's job is a song, which is pleasant to listen to and happy. Flowers and philosophical songs made of stars, like a gurgling river, soak in my heart and flow into my heart. A teacher's job is a song. I grew from a green seedling to a flower of the motherland, enlightening and teaching the love of loving mothers. It is difficult for me to tell a short story. I can't forget the busy figure day and night, and learn the selfless character of spring silkworm. On the occasion of Teacher's Day, I wish the teacher's work and life as beautiful and charming as flowers and happy forever. (3) Who-who led the ignorant 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 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! Hope to adopt ~ (≧▽≦)/~, wish the landlord a nice day! 3. What poems describe "teachers are diligent in education"? 1. Silkworms in spring weave until they die, and candles drain the wick every night. Vernacular interpretation: Spring silkworms spit out silk only when they die, and wax oil like tears can be dripped dry only when candles are burned to ashes. Dynasty: Tang Author: Li Shangyin Source: "Untitled" was long before I met her, but it was longer than after breaking up. Second, falling red is not a heartless thing, but a spring mud to protect flowers. Vernacular interpretation: Falling flowers still have feelings, and turn them into spring mud to cultivate new flowers. Dynasty: Qing Dynasty Author: Gong Zizhen Source: "Ji Hai Miscellaneous Poems Five" Third, the branches of new bamboo are higher than those of old bamboo, and they are all supported by veteran cadres. Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: Dynasty: Qing Dynasty Author: Zheng Xie Source: Hsinchu IV. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. Vernacular Interpretation: Dynasty: Tang Author: Du Fu Source: "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" v. Your husband is full of peaches and plums, why not plant flowers in front of the hall? Interpretation of the vernacular: Pei Gongling's students are full of peaches and plums. Where is it necessary to plant flowers in front of the door? Dynasty: Tang Author: Bai Juyi Source: "Picking Flowers in Qingtian Hall Feng Yu" 4. Ask for some poems that can reflect the teacher's hard work. Teachers are like candles, burning themselves and illuminating others. We are the flowers of our motherland, and our teacher is a diligent gardener. Teachers are like a long bridge leading to the knowledge coast. Teachers are like candles, burning themselves and illuminating us. The teacher is like a big tree, sheltering us from the wind and rain. 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! 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! 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! 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. 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. 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. You, the teacher's love, is the greatest and cleanest in the world! If we are a ship, then the teacher is a sail, leading us forward in the ocean of knowledge; If we want to embark on a journey, teachers are like candles in our hands, illuminating the bumpy road in our study. You let us open the window of our hearts, you gave us spiritual support, you sent us on the road of learning and gave us endless encouragement. Teacher, we will always remember you. 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 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 turbulent as a rushing river ... Spring silkworm has never said anything to brag 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. Praise the teacher's hard-working ancient poems untitled long before I met her, but they were separated longer than us, and the east wind rose and a hundred flowers blossomed. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song. There are not many roads from Pengshan to Pengshan. Oh, bluebirds, listen! -Give me what she said! Kua teacher's poem1:★★★★ Four spring breezes turned into rainy days, and several autumn rains washed away the gaps. Black hair and frost weave the sun and the moon, and chalk writes the spring and autumn without words. Before the spring is old, the silk spits, and the candle tears turn into gray and autumn is thicker. Peach and plum are sown in three thousand gardens in spring, and Qiu Lai is rich in China fruits. I love my teacher. A teacher is 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, hard work-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 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, 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 give a flower, I give a flower, let's make 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. I remember your hands were covered with powder. I remember your kind teaching. I remember your new silver hair. Because of you, students can become talents. Because of you, the world is so civilized. You are a bright light to find your tutor for the lost children. You are an angel. Praise the teacher. Psalm 8: Praise the teacher for getting gold from life for others. You can only get flowers. Your gold is the morning sun. Your money. 6. Ask for some poems that can reflect the teacher's hard work-the teacher looks better than anyone, gets up earlier than the chicken, and goes to bed later than the lady; Harder than a donkey, and worse than a pig; Pretend to be more serious than the president and have more responsibilities than the prime minister; Reputation is worse than traitors, and attitude is better than grandchildren; Words and deeds are more humble than slaves; Earn less than migrant workers; Life is more timid than beggars, and life is more fragile than ants. The teacher sued the Education Committee for seven ways to kill you, putting people first to coax you to death, selecting competitive positions to kill you, illegitimate students to kill you, teaching curriculum reform to cheat you to death, performing competitions to piss you off and not letting rest kill you. The principal of the school's "ten transformations" is a nobleman; Multi-member leadership; Slavery of teachers; Student's bloodline; Complexity of interpersonal relationship; Go to work day and night; Overtime is unpaid; Obligatory responsibility; Strict inspection; Treatment of migrant workers; Want to turn over? Myth! Being a teacher is really tiring and full of blood. It's hard to learn from teachers. The emergency and danger must be in place, and the teacher is very tired all day long. Students' complaints and replies are correct, and they have to pay if their wages are not high. More tired than cattle from morning till night, three meals a day are irregular. I dare not leave my post for a moment. I have a meeting after work. Meeting the inspection makes people collapse and don't understand society every day. The promotion of professional titles was returned to retirement, leaving home and industry to live up to their elders. I have to be timid when I get home, and I feel ashamed of myself. The people also say that we take bribes, and our youth is so embarrassing. Looking up at the sky, I want to cry. Alas, being a teacher is really tiring! Intoxicated in education, brave and fearless, suits and ties seem noble, but life is extremely trivial. I'm tired all day to make a living. Parents complained that they were guilty of accompanying death, so they knelt down. I can't sleep at night. I'll be in place as soon as the principal calls me. Suffering all the year round, all the labor laws and regulations are invalid, physical and mental haggard, secretly crying. This is a big deal. Repeated meetings to meet the inspection are a breakdown. The skyrocketing wages are heartbreaking. If the salary is not high, you have to pay your own taxes, and you have to spend money to visit relatives and friends, leaving your family and career to embarrass your elders. Only by being in it can you know its taste. How can a teacher have social status? It depends on madness and stupidity. Some people say: now the teacher's conditions are enough, what else? Nowhere is it called poverty! If you don't believe me, ask the teacher to try other industries. Every snake bites. Whether being a teacher is a good job can be known from the following facts: 1. The scene of recruiting civil servants every year and signing up for recruitment can be said to be "tragic" (see newspaper). And every year, young school teachers sign up for the civil service exam. When have you ever seen a lot of people taking part in the teacher qualification certificate, and the newspaper is noisy? Those who take part in the teacher qualification certificate are all cold, and those who sign up are all unemployed people at home, and those who can't find a good job after graduating from college. 2. My social circle is very narrow, but to be honest, ten teachers I "associate with" can jump out of the teaching team by name. After going out, no one expressed regret and wanted to come back (mostly in the unit or career establishment). Why did these teachers do well in school, but they escaped from the teaching team one by one? 3. As a normal parent, do you feel tired if you discipline your children seriously? But teachers should educate hundreds of children with different family backgrounds and different personalities! Moreover, influenced by the social atmosphere, teachers are the role of nannies in the eyes of many students, and they can't get the respect they deserve. It is a heinous crime for teachers to satirize and insult students. Parents can sue you to their superiors for any reason (sometimes students are arrogant themselves, and teachers can't stand it. Excuse me, parents and comrades, have you ever beaten or scolded your children? ), you must be dead. The student insulted the teacher, and there was nothing we could do about it. What can you do with him? He is a minor! More importantly, the quality of some students can now be understood by reading newspapers about the rise of juvenile crime rate. Some people may say that your teacher is not well educated. That's layman's talk from people who don't understand education. Is quality education only based on teachers' education? This depends on the joint efforts of family, society and school. Will our teacher educate children to commit crimes? What is the reward after paying? Because of the behavior of individual teachers, they are branded as animal teachers, which makes people feel that it is easy to be a teacher. At first, I thought that teachers would only choose this profession when they were on vacation. I didn't expect the holidays to be occupied by teacher training and make-up classes in grade three. If you don't want to make up, make up. The competition between teachers and schools is fierce, and the scores are still the last word. Your excellent rate this year is not high, and leaders and parents will treat you like shit. Poor two Sundays have also been deprived, and I can only rest for four days in January. It is said that there are winter vacations and summer vacations, but I have been making up lessons in recent years to meet the so-called "nine-year plan" exam, which has taken up time that I shouldn't have taken up. Students suffer, teachers suffer, and often go to work for more than ten days before coming home. My back aches and my head swells. After reading some jingles, I can't help feeling the same way. I feel resentful and don't spit. So I played hard and typed the words on it. I hope that the leaders of the relevant departments will come to the school to experience it personally and effectively reduce the burden on students and teachers, rather than a dead letter. I hope to have a real weekend. I hope to have classes at 8 o'clock every day and go home at 16:30. Then even if I am stigmatized, I will say, "It's good to be a teacher!" "I quoted some words from a teacher in the south and felt the same way. Attachment: The most "humanized" and "humanized" curriculum in our school after May Day. I forgot to mention that I'm still in charge of the school bell! Get up at 5:40, do morning exercises at 5: 40-6: 20, do morning reading at 6: 20-7:00, have breakfast at 7:00, and get ready at 7:50. The first period is 8: 00-8: 45, and the second period is 8: 55-7: 00. 8+0:05 Section 4:11:15-12:00 Lunch:12: 00 Lunch break: 12: 40-2: 20 Preparation: This kind of work and rest is too tired, so are the teachers and students. The profession of teacher is very hard, and many things are related to our education system. I feel good after reading the jingle.