WHERE TO GO – Nguyen Thi Hong Ha
I went through the roads
To the school roofs deep in the valley
Halfway up the hill, precariously on the side of the mountain
Listen to the pitiful stream telling the story of growing people
The stream tells about teachers who overcome hardships
After school, she coaxed her children to stop crying and go to the fields to plant trees
Let the golden season welcome each seed
Sticky, sweet, fragrant in the tube of rice.
The stream tells about the great floods
Come back in the dark night
Mom covered me with a quick hug
The wife cried and called for her husband to hit the dark cliff….
Stream tells about foggy mornings
The children climbed the pass to pick up each word
Teachers and aunts cross hundreds of kilometers in the lowlands
Persevere to dream far away.
The stream tells about the hills filled with sunshine and flowers
About lives beyond fate
about people who sow seeds of hope
In the poor land…!
Ha Nguyen
The poem is like a confession of a teacher. Reading the poem, we will feel how hard it is to be a teacher. The purpose of the teaching profession is to teach and guide students to become talented and useful people for society later.
AFTER EVERYTHING I’M STILL A TEACHER – Nguyen Lan Huong
Never mind, I’m still a teacher
Wear the bon chen plan to be more serious
Wear detractors, criticisms, and regrets
That: “Rats run with poles to enter pedagogy”.
Never mind, I’m still a teacher
Whether there is a staff in the future or not
Even though life is full of storms outside
Salary is very low, have to take care of each meal.
Ignore you, if you choose one more time
I’m still a teacher
My profession sows green dreams
Have fun quietly on each page of the lesson plan.
I look forward to a bright tomorrow
No longer have to worry about food and money
Don’t run after constant changes
Enjoy living with him – be a teacher.
Hanoi, 17/8/2017.
Sharing with us, Ms. Lan Huong said: “Because I’m not a professional writer, I rarely write poetry, mainly based on inspiration. In the context of recent days, many pedagogical schools have taken admission scores. too low, the reason may be partly due to the lack of candidates registering for the exam.
As a teacher who has worked in the industry for many years, I always want my students to be very confident, prepare themselves for solid intellectual activities at the high school level before stepping up to a higher level of education and then leaving. society. Do not be too pessimistic if you choose pedagogy.
Teacher
You are the shining stars
Is a street light that illuminates my path
And she is a gentle and precious mother
But heaven is for teaching us
Only once a year
Twenty, eleven, teacher’s day
Pupils have a lot of embellishments
Silk scarf, silk shirt, pull in congratulation
The autumn sun is beautiful jubilantly
One has a lily, one has a pretty chrysanthemum
Raised to show affection
How many days of fatigue Teacher – She comforted
Now a few fragile minutes
We gathered together, respecting Ms., Respecting Master
Happy teacher’s day together
Hope the teacher – teacher is healthy, planting the next person.
Author: (Updating)
When we were young, everyone thought that only our parents gave us the most love. But not ! Time passed quietly, and since I was able to go to school, I realized that the teacher’s love for me is the same as the love of my parents for me. She was like a mother, and a teacher was like a father who guided us on the path of education.
Grateful teachers
Rowing and taking the boat to the river
Teachers carry heavy hearts
Cultivate the person who teaches the word passion
Every boat ride is satisfied
Remember the old school days
Remember every word of the teachers
Whether it’s raining, sunny or cold
The sermon still echoes to this day
Our generation has grown up now
Each person tries to complete each task
Still keeping watch over the nostalgia
Lessons learned when you were young.
Author: Van Thong
“Teacher”, those two sacred words always resound in my mind. To me he is a selfless and loving father.
When I was a child, I often asked my mother: “Mom, why do I have to call you “teacher”? What a naive and naive question. But those are the first feelings, the dreamy feelings about the “teacher” of the young child when he entered the first grade. The image of a teacher holding hands and writing words is a deep memory for children.
See you again teacher
I stopped by the tree line
Recover when meeting the teacher today
The old school is still beautiful today
And here you can still see the tall and thin figure
Still a big arm
Welcoming you as if the day is not far away
Hold your heart so that the tears won’t fade
The teacher’s voice was deep and warm, “honest, right?”
The name that I see calls me personally
To this day, I still see it as new
I hope you never forget
“Honestly, don’t bother listening to me”
Fame – fame will wear off
The things I have seen and taught are still in my mind
Remember the hair is gray
With the silent instruction you carry
Who forgot the ferry ride
Forget the star who steers the boat to the wharf of life.
Author: (Updating)
Teaching is a difficult and sometimes tiring profession. Sometimes it is a bit of a disappointment, because there are still students who are lazy to study indiscriminately or with slightly missing words from their parents. But those are only fleeting sorrows because around us there is a lot of trust and respect of generations of students.
I can see my students everywhere, with sparkling eyes, bright smiles and respectful arms bowing: “I salute you, Master!”. We feel proud and happy because we are still important in children’s lives. I feel more in love with the teaching profession I have chosen. Do you think so?
Teacher’s hair
I went back to visit my old teacher
How to say it all to fit, teacher!
My heart is so full of relief
Where is the teacher’s hair now gray?
Time is short
But why everything turns mossy color?
School yard in white shirt
Now it’s dull and empty.
I look at you, smile
The smile is too withered, different from the past ten years:
“Old school, people’s time
They took it back, my son!
“The sadness in my eyes has not gone away
Plus the suffering in the vertical and horizontal life
So my hair connects with time
And then white silver with thousands of pain.
…Oh melancholy things
Please don’t dye my teacher’s hair again!
Author: Dang Thu Lien
“Teacher, I memorized the lesson this morning on the podium, there was chalk dust falling on your hair.” He was standing there imparting so much knowledge to the little children. He was still standing there, standing for decades making his hair speckled with chalk dust.
STAR MASTER – Duoc Do
Doctor Game
Doctor’s student’s game
He still holds a Bachelor’s degree with an idyllic home
There is a bunch of poinsettias in front of the door and a bunch of star fruit at the back of the house
Bamboo table and chairs with friends drinking tea
And talk about sorrows and joys…
The results of this year’s international Olympic competition in Vietnam are brilliant
(After forty years of integration)
But I’m a bit confused because of the low Pedagogical score
Which flowers celebrate the thirty-five year anniversary of VIETNAM TEACHERS’ Day?
And twenty years of EDUCATION being honored
“Education is a national priority…
With administrative and career salaries – teachers are the highest”
After twenty years of education, there are still many difficulties and struggles…
But the teacher’s lamp stays on all night
To give society more Doctoral Medals
The teacher still does his best for his students without being jealous and comparing
In the midst of the turbidity of life – the light of the teacher’s torch still shines – the beliefs
And the EDUCATION of the country will forever go up
20/11/2017
Author: Duc Do.
The author shares the poem “The Teacher’s Star” which the author wrote on November 20, 11- On the occasion of the 2017th anniversary of VIETNAM TEACHERS’ Day, and the 35th anniversary of the Party Central Committee’s Resolution II, which considers education a “national priority”. and the highest salaries of teachers in the administrative and career salary system…” The poem is about simple teachers who have trained generations of talented students for the country.
When the teacher retires
The old phoenix tree hangs high in the summer
At the podium, the teacher’s voice suddenly became low:
“Children… this year’s final summer…”
A little choked… the powdery dust fluttered.
Yesterday or May
I’m excited to enter high school
Loving the rice plant incarnated from the grain of rice
Nursery Teacher golden season, soil rhyme expectations.
Tomorrow you back, where is the old school yard?
Or nostalgia buried in the dust?
Although bitter, despite hundreds of thousands of pain
How hard he sent back the day after?
Tomorrow teacher comes back, the season calls for the sun to rise
Silver shoulder like the color of old notebook pages
I want to call why my heart aches
How many times have I been rebellious, Master!
Author: Bui Huu Phuc
Thank you to the teachers who have guided me since the first days of school, after studying literature. The most love, respect and respect is all that I want the teachers who have taught me to be human. Wish the teachers always healthy and happy to forever cultivate the career of growing people.
Why don’t you choose pedagogy? – Ton Sy Dung
Why don’t you choose pedagogy?
My family is also religious
You ask a lot… my heart feels sorry!
Graduation day make a job application
Sixteen years with so much nostalgia!
Dreaming a lot and then being so disappointed
Hundreds of records only get one target
Don’t worry forever… my knees are tired!
Entering the internship with a meager salary
My friends… nine points also entered the school
Two thousand ten… Teachers live on salary!
The past seven years… made a lot of promises and then broke them!
Don’t ask! Give me the right to choose
Got a job… Parents don’t worry
When I grow up, I have to understand how to be a child
C’mon man! I need to calm down!
My future… with round zeros
Maybe in this life… I won’t choose you.
According to teacher Ton Sy Dung, this poem is about the feelings and concerns about the teaching profession that he has attached to over the years. The greatest desire of the teacher as well as many other teachers is that the Ministry of Education and Training should find drastic solutions to help stabilize the life of teachers. Enhance the attractiveness and position of pedagogy in the eyes of candidates.
TWO GENERATIONS OF STUDENTS – Nguyen Thi Khanh Ha
The teacher’s hair has been gray for a long time
My hair is also changing color salt and pepper
How much do you remember last year?
Lovely memories from the past
Showers of land subsidence on the pond
Slippery road, bare feet falling to wet shoulders
Afraid of her peeking out the door
Miss, at the end of the class, let me sit and listen
The time is up and the shirt is already gone
Coffee submission test: Score ten…
Now go to class to think and laugh
My new game is much different
Electric cars, beautiful clothes
Roaring to class, squinting at the teacher
Phone in hand
Tease her, make fun of you, what do you study?
Every time I come to the exam
Big floats, small floats whisper exchange
Teachers don’t know what to do
Deterrence, reprimand…which game is good
When I got home, I said the opposite
That she scolded… that the teacher punished wrong
Parents do not need to ask anyone
Going to school to cause chaos…publicly reporting on radio…
Teachers forge right – into wrong
Defending me like that… will anyone teach me now?
Let’s just go to class and ignore it
For peace of mind, rest time is over
Think about many things in life
Hundred years of career in cultivating people is difficult to replace?
If there is no good measure
Class error…
How is tomorrow????
Author: Nguyen Thi Khanh Ha.
Author’s words:
“The poem just wants to talk about a small number of negative phenomena of parents and students today, to compare between two generations of students.
When I went to school: I went to school late, didn’t study for my homework, got bad grades… the teacher forced me to kneel on the jackfruit thorns, or face the wall… when I got home, I didn’t dare to tell my parents for fear of being beaten. But now it’s the opposite, although it’s only been in recent years that parents have come to humiliate teachers at school, and then the press is buzzing… but that action has made some teachers want to be quiet. reminding and teaching bad students, especially those who are the children of some big grandparents… fortunately that number is not much, so teachers who love their job and love children are still enthusiastic about teaching. ”
THE STORY WITH YOU – Phan Thu Ha
Her footsteps fade away in the alley
King of my heart a sad silk key
Is the sun fading on the grass
And at the end of the sky is a trail of sunset?…
Don’t be sad tomorrow she will come again
Will take you to school together
Will light up passions and dreams
How many days have been tormenting young hearts
I’ll tell you about the green of the grass
When spring calls for fresh flowers and leaves
Will let you understand the gentleness of the wind
When I come back, on the brown tiled roof
Come to me you will be the light
For life is not only black night
Take me to the horizons of knowledge
Light up the hearts of people
Stay strong and confident
The dawn will shine outside
I will hear the birds chirping
And a warm life to share
Phan Thu Ha . 9/7/2018
A very touching poem about teachers who are teaching at blind centers. How much love must be given to children so that teachers can overcome difficulties and give disabled children useful knowledge and open up a new horizon for them.
My class math teacher
My hair is already gray
Silver is like a snowflake on the hill
During the lesson, the teacher taught very well
How much knowledge goes right into the head
What’s difficult about math?
Derivative, sine, cosine, sphere, trapezoid
In the hands of my teacher to take care of
Also becomes a mass trapezoid problem
Every time it’s time for a test
All chirping like a night party
Don’t believe my class
I open the gradebook to see the score of ten
Bright red bright ten points
Show off your lazy parents
Show that you are not lazy
Then there’s no time to regret it
How much knowledge is in your head?
In the future, we will grow up to help life
“Twenty-Eleven” has arrived
Want to go with us wish you teacher.
Author: (Updating)
I vow to engrave in my heart the great merits of the teacher with the utmost respect. Teacher, the knowledge you have accumulated into the quintessence of humanity over the generations has helped me realize that what we have gathered from the vast treasure of knowledge will disappear into a void. space once we get discouraged and step back. He has sown the seeds of wisdom in the pure souls of the students, is the one who holds the torch of human knowledge to light the way for the next generation of students.
Ferry man
One life – one river…
Who is the watchman of the shore,
“If you want to cross the river, you have to take a boat”
People’s life is full of life thanks to the people who give…
May is sunny and rainy
The boat of intellectuals raced many people.
Cross the river to send a smile
Love would like to donate glasses teacher injured.
The carpentry boat – the head of dew
Follow me everywhere for thousands of days,
That river is still here
He took the full boats across the river…
Author: Thao Nguyen
Someone said, teaching profession is like rowing a boat to bring guests to the river. And it is compared, each teacher is like a diligent ferryman, bringing generations of students to the future landing. That boat carried so much knowledge and affection, full of enthusiasm and effort of teachers and teachers.
In November, everywhere on the beloved S-shaped strip of land is filled with jubilant and excited atmosphere to celebrate Vietnam Teachers’ Day 11. This is an opportunity for the whole society to honor the teaching profession – the noblest of noble professions and honor teachers and teachers who undertake the glorious mission of “growing people”.
Teacher
The wind accidentally blew strong this morning
I suddenly saw that the teacher’s hair was white
Keep telling yourself it’s chalk dust
Why is the heart fluttering forever
How many years has it been? For several years now huh ? Teacher
The students left the class, but the teacher stayed
Those paddles are white chalk
And he is a diligent ferryman
Give us direction for the future
Please stop time, don’t pass
Let us fold our arms and bow our heads again
Calling the teacher with all the love…
Author: Ngan Hoang
The teacher’s hair turns gray over the years, and the student’s hair grows older over time. Thank you teacher, I will forever be engraved in my heart, grateful to you forever.
ENJOY – Ho Viet Binh
Looking at a forest of flowers filling the living room
Suddenly, I miss the teachers in the highlands
Just yesterday, the flood water was rushing
The village is drifting, the road to the school is not available.
Where to get food to feed the little ones
The teachers bring salt sauce over the pass
On the high mountain side, on the cliff side
With compassion, people climb people push.
Two tons of goods arrived on the opening day
The teacher was very happy, the students picked wild flowers
By the red fire with tears in my eyes
The festival of teachers in the mountains and forests resounds with drums.
Author: Ho Viet Binh
The poem is the sharing of a teacher with his colleagues in the highlands. Highland teachers always have to cope with harsh natural disasters, life is still difficult, but they still love their job, love children and stick with their work. Even if the past for teachers is only forest flowers, it is also the motivation that makes teachers wholeheartedly for their dear students.
Teacher and the old boat
Quietly the years go by
The boat tells the story of a very old time
That the rower resists picking up
Although the midday chalk dust falls a lot
Fly up like kites
Those old guests are more or less forgotten
Leaving the wharf, forgot the name
Now the river is quiet, sad and full of laughter
The dew drops are salty in life
The teacher’s hair is white in the winter afternoon
The teacher’s eyes are tired from the distance
A lonely tree standing in the middle of time…
An autumn like so many previous autumns
The sun rose in the pupils’ eyes
White chalk, blackboard, teacher’s ink is still red
Why can’t I find it when I look for it…
Last time, this autumn is different
How many boat trips through that place, the river is deep
It means that a teacher does not pay for a lifetime
Although my life has passed many bridges.
The lesson plan page for many years is still open
But the teacher’s homework is different from before
We go, know when to come back
Have you ever found your innocence…
Season after season, the dust of time falls
So one morning, my hair suddenly became more gray
The blue sky is still peaceful outside the classroom door
Words of eternal love never forget.
Author: Nguyen Quoc Dat
People often liken a teacher to a ferryman carrying passengers across the river. There were few people on the shore who looked back, only the ferryman was still watching. I think otherwise. On the river of life, travelers may not remember the ferryman, but on the river of knowledge, people are easy to forget, because the knowledge that the teacher brings to the students will become the luggage. for them to carry with them for the rest of their lives.
They will not forget the image of a teacher, because a teacher is not only a person who imparts knowledge and wisdom but also gives students joy, love and life skills. Is there any profession as honorable, proud and happy as teaching profession?
No subject
Pick up a pen to write a poem
I suddenly remembered that today is teachers day
Shame for arrogant times
You looklike everyone.
Pick up the pen the first thing that comes to mind
Where is the father, the mother, the teacher…
Just random, trivial, petty emotions…
When will I grow up,
Teacher !
I write about you, again “white chalk”, “blackboard”
Again “dear”, again “silent sacrifice”…
The letters are all lined up
Why are you twisting up the lies to the spines of people.
It was very late afternoon and the bus station was deserted
The last train starts rolling
The car window buzzes with strong wind
The road that drifts towards nothing is home…
Dreaming of hearing the old voice
The teacher has turned into a very realistic figure
There are very simple things
Why didn’t I realize it until now? I often talk about autumn
Yellow chrysanthemums are as soft as when they were young
What year do you remember the reading exercise
Although now I know how to write poetry
Reading the letter O, she told me to round my lips
Just that, oh, how hard it is !
The fault of the red-winged dragonfly
I’m busy playing, so I don’t know the lesson
Only the letter O I read wrong
She seems to have aged a few years
Until I understand that simple thing
Teacher, your hair becomes all gray!
I understand, each hair changes color
As a class of people who grow up and know how to live
The earth is like a dreamy blue sky
Yellow chrysanthemum should be carefree morning.
The start of a long journey
The old school way smells of honey grass
The first dawn reading exercise
All her life she followed the shadow of me…
Author: Nguyen Thi Chi My
The teachers were the ones who taught me the first handwriting so that later, when I was a little older, I understood her kindness, when holding my hand and bending each handwriting, it wasn’t just teaching me how to write, but my personality also starts from the letters A, B, C. The person who has to stay up all night to rewrite and feel the essay “feels superficially” with all his emotions and living capital. All teachers do is just hope their students will be better, more mature.
SONG PEOPLE’S TEACHER – Trinh Thanh Hang
ON that remote highland
Dear wonderful teachers
The brain is a hundred directions and ten directions
The long way to the craggy school
Mine is the price of poverty
The bewildered bird’s nest, follow her back
NATIONAL CALLS clear and bright
GREEN like the color of eyes full of faith
FRESH, the eyes look up
There’s young love in her heart
Torrential rainy days
Scattered birds swept away the bridge
Where are the ragged forest flowers?
Fragrant by the deep forest fire, teachers and students
BREAKING in an anxious mind
DA river flood swept the midnight sheets
sullen face on the porch
The scent of spring has disappeared from the soft lips
YES she stayed awake all night
Those roads are like swamp buffalo
The song is floating here
CA sounds like the flute soars great
LISTEN to the tinkling reading game
Walk around the classroom loving the good children
Glowing happy face
That devotion is completely devoted to you
The mother rowed against the boat
Which song is more lyrical?
CA goes to the village to be grateful
It is the torch light that flickers every night
SINGAPORE FRIENDS have fun together
What is the most beautiful flower in the mountains and forests for her?
THAT is the grace of teachers and students
As beautiful as a mother’s heart, the sea and lake are immense
LIKE the man who steers the mandarin
EM becomes the knowledge of the rowboat she rowed
PEOPLE who are always silently watching
My poor mother’s teacher
SUCCESSFUL MEMBERS get rid of cowardice
On the occasion of the big festival, I will tell you
The villagers write down the teacher
Thank God, this life is engraved
Author: Trinh Thanh Hang
The phrase is an excerpt of the lyrics of the song “Song of the People’s Teacher”: “On the roads of the beloved Fatherland, there are fragrant flowers rich in flavor. There are songs that can ignite people’s hearts. That flower is as beautiful as you, the people’s teacher.” The author has been very ingenious when using this phrase to compose a meaningful poem.
Thanks
I stand still in the midst of life’s ups and downs
To once remember the old school roof
The teachings of the past have a whisper
There is a shade of sunshine in the green river
Forget about the sweet and bitter days
This adult has a shadow of yesterday
Remember what was taught in the old days
Apply – be sure to remember the original source
Tears of success mix red and black pain
Which stairs lead the steps?
Life lessons learned
There is a reminder of the contemporaries of the old year
Cultivate a dream with a cherished heart
Let the tree of life have luxuriant foliage
The shade that stops is a place of countryside
The place of thanksgiving is the home of raising up
Please have a quiet moment amidst all the superficial things
Thank you school for the kindness of teachers.
Author: (Updating)
Hey teachers! I don’t know how to express my love anymore? I just want to thank the teachers for all the good and useful things that the teachers – the ferrymen of an open future have imparted to our generation of students.
Miss You – Hoang Minh Tuan
November has come again
I am far away and miss my homeland
Missing dear friends in childhood
Remember the teachers, remember the charter holiday
Maybe today my class is gathering
Let’s call each other to meet and visit the teacher
I also want to visit again tomorrow
Because it’s far away, it’s a mistake this time
How many memories about my teacher I keep
Stored in the heart will not fade
No matter where life goes
Engrave my heart forever remember the old days…
This year’s Charter Day I wish
Wishing you happiness with your family
Teacher and student love is always fresh and green
This life is warm and beautiful!
See you soon, I’ll come back to see you,
Be with the teacher to review old memories
Allow yourself to dream like a child
Get back to the old days of childhood!
Hanoi, November 11, 11
The poem is a tribute to the old teacher, remembering the childhood memories of a student who did not have time to visit him on the occasion of November 20. The years with him were unforgettable years. who forgot.