Poetry about the classroom 1. Poetry or famous sayings about the classroom.
A shabby room/residence
Although it is,
Some shacks,
Some old tables and chairs.
But usually a song is not finished,
Then a song started again.
Until today,
This song is still singing,
I just can't see you.
It's not what it used to be,
This kind of singing,
Ten thousand kinds of laughter,
Who treasures it?
Passing by,
It's a long way,
Who pity the prodigal son?
If you want to make a color book without paper,
Crush the broken pen.
How many things,
Has become a dream,
What are you talking about?
Less wood, no rice;
A bedroll,
A bundle of broken books,
Just trying to keep quiet.
There are also "I am a humble room, but I am a virtue" and "Confucius: Why is it humble?"
2. Poems about teachers
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 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 who shine the beautiful sunshine, moisten the beautiful rain and dew, make our hearts green and full of flowers! You are busy with the blooming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, silently hanging the shade of leaves! Ah, teacher, your spirit, always remember my heart! You 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! Looking at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one is not as hard as you, and which one is not as smiling as you.
3. Ancient poems about the classroom
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
4. Poems about teachers
1, yuanshi county
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
East palace white bastard, South Temple Zen master.
Seeing each other in the distance, there is nothing in my heart.
Translation:
When will I, a DPRK official, Henan Temple Ziyuan, meet again?
Probably have to wait until there is nothing secular in my heart.
2. Hsinchu
Qing Dynasty: Zheng Xie
New bamboo is taller than old bamboo, and their growth is supported by old branches.
I will come out again the next year and grow taller.
Translation:
Hsinchu can surpass the old bamboo because of its birth and nourishment.
When Hsinchu grew in the second year, it also began to breed Hsinchu, so the pond was surrounded by lush young bamboos.
3. Fenghe Gong Ling Lvyetang planted flowers.
Tang Dynasty: 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?
Translation:
After the completion of the Green Field Hall, it occupied the essence of all things. 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?
4. Seek harmony, respect teachers and live in seclusion
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
The mountain peak is steep, and Capricorn's day is free from the memory of that year.
Clear the thick clouds for the ancient road of Gu Shan, and the strange trees listen to the painting springs.
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.
Translation:
The mountains are steep and steep, and you don't have to remember the happy years when you climb to the ink wall.
Open thick clouds to find ancient mountain roads, and strange trees listen to paintings and flow springs.
There are green cows lying in the warm flowers, and white cranes sleeping on the tall pine branches.
Yong Zun and I talked until the river was shrouded in dusk, so we had to walk down the misty cold mountain alone.
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Writing background:
Seeking harmony, respecting teachers and retiring
This poem may be the work of Li Bai in his youth and was used in Shu. The first couplet of the poem is "a group of towering skyscrapers". It is remarkable to write from a big place without remembering the year. Zhuan Xu's poem "Searching for the Ancient Road by Pulling Clouds, Listening to the Flowing Spring by Relying on Stones" closely follows the theme of the poem and deliberately writes "Seeking".
The necklace couplet "Flowers are warm, green cows lie down, white cranes are loose and high asleep" depicts the beautiful, quiet and fairyland-like environment of Yongzun's residence with colorful thick pens. The couplet "Talk to the riverside at dusk, smoke alone" splashes a beautiful and meaningful picture with plain and cold colors.
Feng he Gong Ling lvyetang planting flowers
The Green Field Hall is open, occupying the essence of everything. Passers-by said it was your father's home. Your father's students are all over the world. Why plant flowers in front of the house? This poem uses metonymic rhetoric, taking peaches and plums as students, and the Green Field Hall refers to the house name of Pei Du in Tang Dynasty.
This poem takes up the essence of everything by writing that Pei Du's house doesn't grow flowers (the house is conspicuous). It expresses praise for a teacher who is famous all over the world.
Hsinchu
Shine on you is better than Blue, and the growth of new forces needs the active support of the older generation. The first two sentences are reviews, which not only express that "the waves behind the Yangtze River push forward the waves, but also express that the younger generation does not forget the support and teaching of the predecessors"; The last two sentences are prospects, which are used to express that the new forces will be better and stronger.
Bai Juyi (772 -846), a native of Xinzheng, Henan Province, was born in Taiyuan, Lotte, Xiangshan, and drunk. He was a great realistic poet in the Tang Dynasty and one of the three great poets in the Tang Dynasty. Bai Juyi and Yuan Zhen * * * advocated the new Yuefu movement, and together with Liu Yuxi, they called the world "Bai Yuan" and "Bai Liu".
5. Describe the poetry in the classroom
classroom
That classroom
Sacred in the majestic Fengxiang Building.
Listen to the sound of the book
Lead us into the temple of knowledge.
That classroom is both old and young.
Sent away an outstanding junior high school graduate.
Realized a colorful dream.
That classroom
Carrying the lofty ideals of the students.
And constantly inspire us to be high-spirited
Let the short pine and cypress become the pillars of the future
That classroom
And my classmates who study hard.
There are also amiable, respectable and tireless teachers.
They are all my mentors.
That classroom
Condensed countless sweat and wisdom.
Break through thorns, ride the wind and waves
Help us hold up tomorrow's sun.