A poem about thanking Master 1. What poems describe "Grateful Master"?
1, Hsinchu is higher than the old bamboo branches, and it is all supported by old cadres. -Zheng Xie's "Qing Dynasty Hsinchu"
Vernacular translation: New bamboo is taller than old bamboo, and their growth depends entirely on old branches.
2. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. -Li Shangyin's Untitled was a long time before I met her, but it was even longer after we broke up in the Tang Dynasty.
Vernacular translation: Spring silkworms don't spin silk until they die, and tear-like wax oil can only drip dry when candles burn to ashes.
Your husband is full of peaches and plums, why not plant more flowers in front of the hall? -Bai Juyi's "Planting Flowers in the Greenfield Hall in Gong Ling, Fenghe" in the Tang Dynasty
Translation of vernacular Chinese: Pei's peach and plum students are all over the world. Where is it necessary to plant flowers in front of and behind the house?
4. the green field hall occupies five flowers, and passers-by point out the public. Your father is full of peaches and plums, so why plant a variety of flowers in front of the hall? -Bai Juyi's "Planting Flowers in the Greenfield Hall in Gong Ling, Fenghe" in the Tang Dynasty
Vernacular translation: The Green Field Hall pointed out to me is your father's home; It's a treasure of things, outstanding people, and your students are all over the world. Why decorate Luo tang qian in Li Tao with flowers and plants?
5, falling red is not a heartless thing, turning into spring mud to protect flowers. -Gong Zizhen's "Yi Hai Za Shi" in Qing Dynasty
I quit my job and went back to my hometown, just like a fallen flower, but it was not a heartless thing. It has become the soil of spring and can also play a role in cultivating the next generation.
2. Grateful for Master's poems
The poem of Thanksgiving to Master contains the following contents:
Tang Bai Juyi was a teacher of five wonders.
East palace white bastard, South Temple Zen master.
Seeing each other in the distance, there is nothing in my heart.
Wu Jue rewards teacher Shang.
There is nowhere in the void, like glass.
No matter who reaches the realm of poetry, Zen has gone beyond poetry.
Untitled
Author: Li Shangyin
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing, and a hundred flowers are blooming.
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 to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
Ode to the teacher
Four degrees of spring breeze,
Several autumn rains washed away the gap.
Black hair and frost weave the sun and the moon,
Chalk has no words to write spring and autumn.
Warm spring in bloom,
Candle tears turn to ashes, and autumn is stronger.
Spring sowing peaches and plums in 3,000 gardens,
Qiu Lai, China is rich in fruits.
Six poems by Tianjingsha
1. A long historical map
Become a pillar of talent,
Sky, land and sea.
Running around half my life,
Sailing again today,
Yao Lu Mountain is high in water.
2. Teacher Kuang Huanxue
Highly respected, knowledgeable,
Look at heroes.
Right time, right place and right person,
Use a pen like a demon,
It's amazing.
3. Wang Bencheng
Dare to say, dare to do,
No complaints, no regrets.
Storms and thunder,
Exhale, raise your eyebrows,
Who is this world except me?
4. Huilan Pavilion
For the country, for the family, for the people,
Wind, sun and rain.
Blue sea, blue sky and white clouds,
The sun, the moon and the stars,
With the pursuit of a lifetime.
5. Guan Zhongtu
Be honest,
Do things aboveboard.
Bring together heroes from all sides,
A famous teacher,
The world is in my hands.
6. One-line diagram
Thinking about Wan Li,
Look at the infinite future.
A genius,
Back to Yaotai,
Heaven and earth are stunned.
3. What are the poems that thank the teacher?
Hello, thank you for your poem:
1, the higher the cation, the stronger the drillability.
2. Teachers are like a long bridge leading to the knowledge coast.
3, a threesome, there must be my teacher.
4, there is nowhere in the void, as if it were glass. No matter who reaches the realm of poetry, Zen has gone beyond poetry.
5. Hsinchu is higher than the old bamboo branches, and it is all supported by old cadres. New students will be born next year, and 100 thousand dragons and grandchildren will go around Fengchi.
I want to say that you are the pillars of the motherland.
7. The teacher is like a big tree, sheltering us from the wind and rain.
8. Be upright and do things aboveboard. Bringing together heroes from all sides, we will make a name for ourselves and make the world mine.
9. Listen to me.
10, once a teacher, always a father.
1 1, the most glorious profession under the sun, the engineer of human soul.
12 teacher, you are a cultivator and sower of beauty.
13. A good teacher is better than thousands of books.
14. In the past, the education method was correct. Teachers and students ask questions, dislike development, repeatedly twists and turns, and induce confessions.
15, without the nourishment of your thoughts, how could so many beautiful flowers of the soul bloom?
16, teachers and friends treat each other like guests, and only Li Neng can repay them. It is difficult to tie a long rope on Youth Day, and I forget the source.
17, if you want to be a pillar of talent, heaven, earth and sea. I've been running here and there for half my life, and now I'm sailing, and Yao Lu Mountain is high and long.
18, our hearts are full of green grass and flowers!
19, there is nowhere in the void, as if it were a glazed poem. Who's coming? Zen teaches poetry.
20, three feet platform, three inches tongue, three inches pen, three thousand peaches and plums.
4. What are the poems about "Thanks to the Master"?
1. "Thank you for being a teacher"
Year: Song Author: Mei
I used to say goodbye to nanyang road, but now I meet Huating on the water.
Wine is bittersweet, and time is gone forever in Ran Ran.
2. Look at the dragon and Xie
Year: Song Author:
The dragon has a cloud, and the virtue can bend and stretch.
Taste and smell the truth in your ears. That's what you saw and heard today.
Fill in the blanks in the shade, faint during the day, and see a huge tail wheel.
It is one hundred feet long and surrounds the wheel, just like distinguishing a scale from a scale.
A little intimidation scares the viewer.
After a while, the cloud shook and rolled, and the cloud broke the shore and flew away.
Under the thunder, ten thousand tiles cracked and heavy rain flooded the river.
Whether there is no rain in things, the source of dragons is wonderful.
3. "Xie Shi, the punishments see that"
Year: Song Author:
The brocade account is finished, and the scarf is first called.
A word is apt, but you are ashamed and strange three times.
When you gradually see how clumsy this poem is, you will know that fame has turned into nothingness.
When you can send an official, ask the poor.
4. "April 5 th God Salt, Long live the Mountain, Yang Huai, thank you."
Year: Song Author: Huang Tingjian
Only Pang Gong in Korea now has white hair all over the counties.
The poor can see the changes in temperature, but who is the official who is happy?
Chang Song is located at the bottom of the canyon, slippery and cracked.
It's hard to talk before it's necessary. There is no rhyme in the world.
Zen is deep and yue is deep, and the language is close to reason.
If you are in spring, you will listen to luck for a year.
When people catch three feet, Zhu Mo is in turmoil.
Rumors are coming back, but they are hidden inside.
If you want to know the rice in the south, you can harvest it by getting a few.
If you have no intention of Jianghu, it's not your golden training.
If you want to eat meat, you will be afraid of the clock.
The dragon moves mountains and floods, and the tiger makes the moon faint.
Bamboo sounds cold in summer, and you can listen at midnight.
Send a voice to Deer Gate and beg for hard work.
Step 5 thank you
Year: Yuan Author: Wang Chuyi
Thank you for your help. Life and death are hard to explain. Don't fall into samsara. The sky is full of luck, and there is no phase in metaplasia, which is a little round. Aetna will always shake the floating world. Choose Joan and cheese leisurely. The protector is very powerful. A flowing clock throws a fire, sweeping away dust for thousands of miles and shielding all evil spirits.
5. Be grateful for the teacher's ancient poems.
Thanksgiving teacher's ancient poems:
A distant teacher
Tang Bai Juyi
East palace white bastard, South Temple Zen master.
Seeing each other in the distance, there is nothing in my heart.
Seeking harmony, respecting teachers and retiring
Tang Libai
The mountain peak is steep, and Capricorn's day is free from the memory of that year.
Dial the clouds to find the ancient road, lean against the trees and listen to the flowing water.
Warm flowers lie on green cows, white cranes sleep on high pine branches.
Talk to the teacher, the river has been shrouded in dusk, I want to walk alone in the cold mountain clouds.
Ji hai's miscellaneous poems
Qing palace zizhen
Only the great explosive power of lightning can make the land of China exude vitality, but the social and political situation is not angry, but a kind of sadness.
I advise God to cheer up and not stick to certain norms to belittle more people.
Reward teachers
Don
There is nowhere in the void, like glass.
No matter who comes, Zen is full of poetry.
6. Ask for a poem of gratitude to Master.
1. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. Li Shangyin (Tang Dynasty)-untitled time was long before I met her, but even longer after we broke up.
2. sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently. Du Fu (Tang Dynasty)-Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night
3. "Decline": I am well aware of Song Yu's bitterness, romance and elegance. He is also my teacher. Du Fu (Tang Dynasty)-Five Epic Poems (Part Two)
4. Thank you, teacher
blackboard
Three-foot platform
This is the world where you spend your life.
We thrive in the your world.
A piece of chalk.
In your hands.
Into words on the blackboard.
It has become knowledge in our minds.
One pointer at a time.
in front of you
Keep dancing
Instill the principle of being a man into our hearts.
5. silent dedication
Extreme spring and autumn
Several degrees of wind and rain
Heat and summer confusion
Regain the memory of the past
Just for the record of love and respect.
She came quietly.
Like a long-lost dew
Sow seeds in our hearts
Like a drifting ship
Find a port of call.
How many times?
Walk through the hall of knowledge
Smile in the sun.
Turn around suddenly
Your kindness, your love
Fly in the white cloud sky
The sacred moment has finally arrived,
I stand on the edge of time.
Shout loudly:
Teacher, you have worked hard!
Thanks to the teacher's words:
1. Touch a sincere heartstring, remember the bitterness of growing up, and never part with you on the road to success, dear teacher, I wish you happiness forever!
2. Regardless of Qin Xin's cold inkstone, the peaches are ripe and the plums are ripe and incomplete. 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.
Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and happiness. Teacher, you are the sower of this hope and happiness!
4. Open the year folder and turn to page 9 10. Write a miss and send a blessing. A grateful heart will never forget you. Wish: Happy Teachers' Day. The teacher worked hard.
I can't express my gratitude to you in thousands of words. My blessing to you will not change Mr. DD in a million years. Wish you all the best!
6. Many years ago, the chalk on the podium was your passion; The scarlet letter in the exercise book is an admonition for your writing. But now, chalk has dyed your temples red, and red has become bloodshot in your eyes. Teacher, you have worked hard!
7. Children thank the wings, which take them to the blue sky; Grass thanks sunshine and rain, which moistens its growth; Humans are grateful for oxygen, which allows us to survive; I want to thank my teacher, who put me on the road of knowledge and opened the door to wisdom.
8. Grateful to the teacher, give me tenacious wings, fly to the ocean of knowledge, and let the book grow with me; Grateful teacher, show me the direction of life, move towards colorful life landscape, and let the lamp ignite the fire of happiness; Grateful teacher, give me unlimited future and glory, let my tomorrow be full of flowers, and let me go to a brilliant future.
7. Thank the teacher for his poem
Three-foot platform, three-inch tongue, three-inch pen, three thousand peaches and plums, ten years of trees, ten years of wind, ten years of rain, and a hundred thousand pillars. Silkworms in spring will weave to death, and candles will drain the wick every night. There must be teachers 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 the seedlings need a cup of 636f707932313133353635438+03431303231363365438, 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. 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.
8. Thank the teacher for his poem
The most glorious profession under the sun, the engineer of human soul;
Three-foot platform, three-inch tongue, three-inch pen, three thousand peaches and plums
Ten years of trees, ten years of wind, ten years of rain and a hundred thousand columns.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
If three people walk together, one of them must be qualified to be my teacher.
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 is not praising you!
Teacher, you are a cultivator and a sower of beauty.
It's you, shining with beautiful sunshine and nourishing beautiful rain and dew.
Our hearts are full of green grass and 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.
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!
9. The ancients thanked their teachers for their poems.
First, "Ji Hai Zashi" Gong Ming He Zizhen
The vast sadness of parting extends to the setting sun, away from Beijing, riding a whip to the east, feeling that people are on earth.
I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation.
Second, Yuan Bai Juyi
East palace white bastard, South Temple Zen master.
Seeing each other in the distance, there is nothing in my heart.
Third, reward Teacher Tang.
There is nowhere in the void, like glass. No matter who reaches the realm of poetry, Zen has gone beyond poetry.
The jade pot has a heart of ice, and the brush writes the soul of the teacher. Enthusiasm is like a father's language, and talk like a friend.
A few lines of light words will accompany you for a lifetime. I hope that the latecomers can successfully report to the master.
Fourth, untitled Li Shangyin
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing, and a hundred flowers are blooming.
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 to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
Verb (abbreviation of verb) is an ode to the teacher.
Four spring rains have taken precautions, and several autumn rains have washed away the gap.
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.
10. Ancient poems about grateful teachers
Tang Bai Juyi was a teacher of five wonders.
East palace white bastard, South Temple Zen master.
Seeing each other in the distance, there is nothing in my heart.
Wu Jue rewards teacher Shang.
There is nowhere in the void, like glass.
No matter who reaches the realm of poetry, Zen has gone beyond poetry.
Jade pot with ice in its heart
Zhu Bi wrote the soul of a teacher.
As earnest as a father's language.
Talk like friends and relatives.
A few lines of light words
Make a deep impression on life
The hope of the latecomers
Report success to the master
Untitled
Author: Li Shangyin
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing, and a hundred flowers are blooming.
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 to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
Ode to the teacher
Four degrees of spring breeze,
Several autumn rains washed away the gap.
Black hair and frost weave the sun and the moon,
Chalk has no words to write spring and autumn.
Warm spring in bloom,
Candle tears turn to ashes, and autumn is stronger.
Spring sowing peaches and plums in 3,000 gardens,
Qiu Lai, China is rich in fruits.
Six poems by Tianjingsha
1. A long historical map
Become a pillar of talent,
Sky, land and sea.
Running around half my life,
Sailing again today,
Yao Lu Mountain is high in water.
2. Teacher Kuang Huanxue
Highly respected, knowledgeable,
Look at heroes.
Right time, right place and right person,
Use a pen like a demon,
It's amazing.
3. Wang Bencheng
Dare to say, dare to do,
No complaints, no regrets.
Storms and thunder,
Exhale, raise your eyebrows,
Who is this world except me?
4. Huilan Pavilion
For the country, for the family, for the people,
Wind, sun and rain.
Blue sea, blue sky and white clouds,
The sun, the moon and the stars,
With the pursuit of a lifetime.
5. Guan Zhongtu
Be honest,
Do things aboveboard.
Bring together heroes from all sides,
A famous teacher,
The world is in my hands.
6. One-line diagram
Thinking about Wan Li,
Look at the infinite future.
A genius,
Back to Yaotai,
Heaven and earth are stunned.
Four degrees of spring breeze,
Several autumn rains washed away the gap.
Black hair and frost weave the sun and the moon,
Chalk has no words to write spring and autumn.
Warm spring in bloom,
Candle tears turn to ashes, and autumn is stronger.
Spring sowing peaches and plums in 3,000 gardens,
Qiu Lai, China is rich in fruits.
Learning is not as good as learning. Yang Xiong.
Saint impermanence teacher. -Han Yu
Teachers are easy to meet, but teachers are hard to meet. -Sima Guang
There is no ancient holy king who doesn't respect teachers. Lv Buwei.
There is no teacher in the world, and the old road benefits from this. -Liu Zongyuan
Scholars must seek teachers, and teachers are essential. -Cheng Yi.
Once a teacher, always a father. -Guan Hanqing
Learning to get a teacher is expensive, but getting friends is also expensive. —— Tang Zhen
Learning is more important than respecting teachers. -Tan Sitong
Ancient scholars must have been strict with teachers before respecting them. —— Ouyang Xiu
Nothing is expensive, nothing is cheap, nothing is long, nothing is short, the Tao exists, and the teacher exists. -Han Yu
There must be a teacher in a threesome; Choose the good and follow it, change the bad. -Confucius