An ancient poem about thanking teachers 1 A poem about the ancients thanking their teachers.
1, the higher the cation, the stronger the drillability.
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.
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.
14. In the past, schools were established and the educational methods were correct. Teachers and students ask questions, dislike development, repeatedly twists and turns, and induce confessions.
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.
22, Tao Li does not say, the next step is self-sufficiency.
23, I learned from the snow, I learned from it. It is difficult for Feifei to learn from Wang Qiaopang, and her life experience is forgotten.
26, a threesome, there must be my teacher.
33. Ten years of trees, ten years of wind, ten years of rain and 100,000 columns.
34. Silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and candles will drain the wick every night.
36. Ten years of trees, ten years of wind, ten years of rain and 100,000 pillars.
39. The friendship between teachers and friends never existed again, and the topic was temporarily sent to the Dragon Boat Festival. It's hard to say whether you will win or lose as a soldier, so don't forget when Lingshan was born.
40. Silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and candles will drain the wick every night.
4 1, spring scenery is full of mountains and rivers, peaches and plums are smiling in spring. East, west, north, south and spring are always there, only when the teacher pays attention.
50. Good people are inspired by it, followed by good guidance, followed by teaching, and then neatness, and the bottom competes with it.
52, falling red is not heartless, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers.
53. This selfless dedication is unforgettable.
54, sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
56. Three-foot platform, three-inch tongue, three-inch pen and three thousand peaches and plums.
57. The jade pot keeps the ice heart, and the brush writes the teacher's soul. 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.
58. The teacher's heart is kind, generous and striding forward. It's hard for you to fall in love with fairyland. You can forget yourself and be the only one.
2. Thank the teacher for his poem
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.
Spring blossoms,
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.
Spring blossoms,
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
3. Ancient poems about grateful teachers
1, bee
Tangluoyin
No matter underground or on the mountain, where there are flowers in full bloom, there are bees busy.
After picking flowers into honey, who will work hard for whom and who will be sweet?
2. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night
Don du fu
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.
Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
3. Ji Hai's miscellaneous poems are disturbed by worries and forgotten by day.
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.
4. "Fenghe Gong Ling Lvyetang Planting Flowers"
Tang Bai Juyi
The green field hall occupies the splendor of things, and passers-by show you your home.
Your father is full of peaches and plums, so why plant a variety of flowers in front of the hall?
5. "Untitled"
Tang 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 when the torch turns to ashes, tears will flow dry.
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.
Not far from her charming mountain, oh, bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
6. Six poems on patio sand with a long history.
Desire for talent, sky, land and sea.
I've been busy for half my life, and now I'm sailing,
Yao Lu Mountain is high in water.
7. "Four Necessary and Unforgettable Teachers"
Love at first sight is too hasty, and the school flowers are a few degrees red.
Deep friendship is always in the dream of the soul, and deep kindness is always in the heart.
8. "Six Poems of Yi Xian in Tianjingsha"
Keep an eye on the Wan Li world, and have an infinite future.
The world was shocked by this prodigy who returned to Yaotai.
9. 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.
Hsinchu 10
thank
New bamboo is taller than old bamboo, and their growth is supported by old branches.
New students will be born next year, and ten dragons and grandchildren will go around Fengchi.
1 1, reward teachers.
Don
There is nowhere in the void, like glass.
No matter who reaches the realm of poetry, Zen has gone beyond poetry.
12, Yuan
Tang Bai Juyi
East palace white bastard, South Temple Zen master.
Seeing each other in the distance, there is nothing in my heart.
13, Seeking Harmony, Respecting Teachers and Living in Seclusion
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.
14, Spring Silkworm
It takes half a generation to teach children and daughters.
White hair, sweet milk for life.
15, such as Dream of Yao Tai
Like a dream, I know the jade girl is coming.
The singer is far away, and the flowers are surrounded by shadows.
Laugh at my leisure three times and miss you seven times.
With red leaves, there are countless poems and wines.
4. 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
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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.
Spring blossoms,
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.
Spring blossoms,
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
5. Grateful for the teacher's poems and ancient poems
Thanksgiving teacher's poems and ancient poems
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.
Spring blossoms,
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.
★★★★ Praise the teacher's poem 2: ★★★
I love my teacher.
Teachers are like red candles,
It ignited the fire in the students' hearts.
But it burned itself,
Until the red candle turns to ashes.
Teachers are like gardeners,
Grow flowers,
But I work hard for myself,
Until the physical strength is exhausted.
When we grow up, we must become the pillars of the country.
Ah! The teacher is so selfless!
Ah! Teacher, we love you!
★★★★ Praise the teacher's poem 3: ★★★
-Thank you, teacher.
Who is it-leading ignorant us into the spacious classroom,
Teach us a wealth of knowledge?
It is you! Teacher!
With your hard work and sweat,
Raising the tender seedlings that have just broken ground in spring.
Who is it?-naughty us.
Educate people to be considerate and helpful?
It is you! Teacher!
Your care is like a warm spring breeze.
It warms our hearts.
Who makes us young?
Cultivate a mature and sensible teenager?
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!
That's all I can do, teacher.
Teacher-you are like a drizzle in spring,
Moisten flowers, irrigate the earth,
We are sucking the drizzle and growing.
Teacher-you are like the autumn breeze,
Blow the yellow land, call gold to rice,
We had 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!
6. 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, the teacher is like a candle we are holding, illuminating our bumpy road of learning.
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.
7. Poems expressing gratitude to teachers
1, since Wen Ying played, I got up and sat there.
-Han Yu (Tang), "Listening to the Clever Teacher Playing the Piano", the original text is children's words, and grievances are mutual. Like the wind, who is singing the flag? A soldier likes to fight the king with his sword.
Eee logo turned into a floating cloud, you don't have to wander around the endless road. Chirp and chirp can be clearly seen in the mist, and JAK's shadow flies towards the phoenix in the Woods of hundreds of phoenixes.
The cliffs pressed people to climb, and the dark valley collapsed under the thunderous sound of collapse. I am ashamed that I have a pair of ears and a pair of music. I am too ignorant to appreciate music.
Listening to your music, the piano suddenly rose, making people sit down low. Vernacular translation is like a pair of intimate children whispering, very much in love, two beautiful friends get together and sing a sad song in a low voice.
Powerful as the wind unfurls the flag, who is singing loudly, and the warrior is like a horse with a sword to kill the enemy and capture the king. Turned into a cloud, catkins have no roots and no roots. The road to the sky is vast and useless.
Twittering is obviously the wave of feathers in the smoke cloud, standing in the shadows of trees, and birds are flying at the phoenix. The cliffs make it difficult to climb every step, and the dark valleys and deep caves are still rumbling under the rocks.
I feel ashamed. I have a pair of empty ears. I am too amateur to appreciate music. After listening to your piano, it's soft and hard, which makes people sit up and feel depressed.
In my panic, I stretched out my hand to cover the piano, and tears were already surging. Master Ying's kung fu is really unusual. Don't fill my chest with ice and fire.
2. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. -Li Shangyin (Tang) Untitled time was earlier than I met her, but it was longer than we met her, but it was longer than we met her, 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 to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! . It's really hard to get a chance to meet each other, and it's even harder to be apart when you're apart. Moreover, the weather in late spring, the east wind is about to close, is even more sad.
Spring silkworms don't spin silk when they die, and wax oil like tears can drip dry when candles are burned to ashes. Women dress up in front of the mirror in the morning, only worrying that the plump bangs will change color and the youthful appearance will disappear.
Men can't sleep at night, so they must feel Leng Yue's aggression. The other party's residence is not far from Penglai Mountain, but there is no road to cross, but it is out of reach.
I hope an angel like a bluebird will visit my lover diligently for me. 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" "Decline": I know Song Yuzhi's sadness, romantic and elegant, and he is also my teacher. Sad to see a thousand autumn, a tear, melancholy in different times, not at the same time.
His old home between mountains and rivers-empty works, empty sex platform-is certainly not imagined in the dream? . The palaces of Chu were all destroyed, and the fishermen who showed them today are not sure.
Fallen leaves know Song Yuzhi's sorrow, and they are romantic and elegant, which is worthy of being my teacher. Looking back, I shed tears of sympathy, and my life experience was equally bleak. Unfortunately, I was born in different times.
Jiangshan's hometown is still there, and it is really an absurd dream that sex is coming. The saddest thing is that the palace of the king of Chu has long since disappeared, and the boatman also pointed out that the ruins were suspicious.
4, sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. -Du Fu (Tang) "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" used to be a good time for rain, but it happened in spring.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.
Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy. Good rain seems to pick the right time, arrival in the spring when everything is born.
With the breeze, quietly into the night. Fine and dense, nourishing everything on the earth.
Thick dark clouds covered fields and alleys, and small lights were lit, and fishing boats on the river flashed. Look at the flowers with dew tomorrow morning, and Chengdu will be full of flowers.
5, your husband is full of peaches and plums, why not plant flowers in front of the hall. -Bai Juyi (Tang) "The Wind and Lu Planting Flowers" The original green is occupied by things and flowers, and passers-by refer to the public.
Your father is full of peaches and plums, so why plant a variety of flowers in front of the hall? After the completion of the Green Field Hall, it occupied the essence of everything. Passers-by pointed to the house and said that it was Pei's home.
Pei's students are all over the world. Where is it necessary to plant flowers in front of and behind the house? .