The poem about meeting a teacher is 1. This poem praises a good teacher.
A complete collection of poems praising the teacher
1, teachers are easy to meet, but teachers are hard to meet. -Sima Guang
2. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. -Li Shangyin
3, falling red is not heartless, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers. -Gong Zizhen
4, there is no teacher in the world, so the old road is beneficial. -Liu Zongyuan
5, a teacher for a day, a father for life. -Guan Hanqing
6, the ancient scholars must be strict with the teacher, and the teacher is strict and respectful. —— Ouyang Xiu
7. Scholars must seek teachers, and teachers are essential. -Cheng Yi
8, sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. -Du Fu
9, teacher, so preaching, teaching, and confusing. -Han Yu
10, 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. -Zheng Xie
1 1, saints are impermanent. -Han Yu
12, it is better to study as a teacher. Yang Xiong
13, a teacher who is expensive to learn is also an expensive friend. —— Tang Zhen
14, ancient holy king, no disrespect to the teacher. lv buwei
15, Dong Gong Bai bastard, Nansi Zen master. Seeing each other in the distance, there is nothing in my heart. -Bai Juyi
2. What are the poems about "miss the teacher"?
1. Li Bai's "Seeking Harmony and Respecting Teachers for Retirement" in Tang Dynasty
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.
2. Han Yu's Shi Shuo in Tang Dynasty
Ancient scholars must have teachers. Teacher, so preach and teach to solve doubts. People are not born knowing, who can have no doubt? If you are confused and don't follow the teacher, you will be confused and you will never understand. Before I was born, I studied Tao before I was born, so I learned from Tao. After I was born, I studied Taoism first, so I studied Taoism. I am a teacher, and I don't know that years were born in me. Therefore, there is no nobility, no inferiority, no length, no shortage, and the existence of Tao and the existence of teachers.
Ha ha! It's been a long time since the teacher passed on the Tao! It's hard to be confused! The ancient sages are far away, and they are still in the teacher's question; Today's people are far from saints, and they are ashamed to learn from their teachers. So saints are good for saints, and fools are good for fools. What makes saints holy and fools stupid? Love his son, choose a teacher and teach him; If you are in your body, you will feel ashamed and confused. The boy's teacher, the sentence of teaching and learning books, is not the person I am talking about telling his story and solving his confusion. I don't know, I don't understand, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know. Witch doctors and musicians are skilled workers, and they are not ashamed to learn from each other. The families of the scholar-officials called their teacher disciple Yun, and they got together and talked and laughed. When asked, he said, "He is almost the same as that year, and in the same way. Humble and shameful, officials are close. " Oh! The teacher's way is unknown. Witch doctors are highly skilled musicians, and gentlemen disdain them. Today, his wisdom is out of reach, strange and embarrassing!
Saint impermanence teacher. Confucius studied under Tan Zi, Changhong, Shi Xiang and Lao Dan. Scorpions' disciples are not as clever as Confucius. Confucius said: If there are three people, there must be a teacher. So disciples don't have to be inferior to teachers, and teachers don't have to be superior to disciples. They have a good understanding of Taoism and specialize in their skills. That's all.
Seventeen-year-old Li is good at ancient prose and knows all six arts. He has unlimited time to learn from Yu Yu. Yu Jiaqi can take the ancient road, and the teacher said to go.
3. Bai Juyi's "Planting Flowers in Gong Ling Lvyetang, Fenghe" in the Tang Dynasty
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?
4. Yuan Baishi Juyi in Tang Dynasty
East palace white bastard, South Temple Zen master.
Seeing each other in the distance, there is nothing in my heart.
5. Zheng Xie, the "Hsinchu" in Qing Dynasty.
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.
3. Poems related to teachers
Poems related to teachers have been sorted out for your reference:
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. -Li Shangyin Untitled It was a long time before I met her, but it was even longer after we broke up.
Decline: I am well aware of Song Yu's misery, romance and elegance. He is also my teacher. -Du Fu's "The Second of Five Records of Places of Interest"
North Lu bad pavilion barrier, Wentun thousands of miles division. -Du Mu's Book in the Snow
The son of heaven is called benevolence, and benevolence is like a teacher. -Du Mu's Book in the Snow
I should be a non-Zhao Xiong, and I should be respected as the emperor's teacher. -Liu Ji's "Title Taigong Fishing Guard Map"
The green field hall occupies the splendor of things, and passers-by show you your home. -Bai Juyi's "Planting Flowers in the Green Field Hall of Gong Ling in Fenghe"
Listening to your music, the piano suddenly rose, making people sit down low. -Han Yu, "Listening to Ying Shi Playing the Piano"
The spiritual master doesn't care, he risks being involved in the Tao. -Han Yu's "Send the Spirit Master"
Julian Waghann didn't report to Dong Jun, and Anthony wong drew a corner of the city gate. -Du Fu's Wild Old Man
The prince stops the phoenix tube and the teacher covers heptachlor. -Li Bai's "Jinling listens to the flute"
Wendaoxi has a good scenery. The teacher has come again. -Zhang Ji's "Send Monks to Jinzhou"
Military uniforms make the most of it, and the law is waiting for spring. -Su Xiang's Feng Hesheng, Wang Zhixing Spring Palace School, North University. 》
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. -Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"
The teacher lives in a temple at the height of Jiting, leaning against the clouds. -Zhang Ji's Sending Monks to Jiting Mountain Temple
The crane sends silver silk to reflect the sun and the moon, and its efforts are full of new flowers. -Anonymous "couplets"
4. 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, 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! Looking at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one is not as hard as you, and which one is not as smiling as you.
5. There are poems praising the teacher.
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! .
Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night-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.
Old teacher
What do you want when you are exhausted? Silently cultivate cattle.
The three-foot platform holds the sun and the moon, and a piece of chalk writes the spring and autumn.
Humble does not envy high branches, and wealth depends on thick fruits.
There are peaches and plums all over the world on five continents, and they are happy in the humble room and forget their worries.
Complain about the gardener
What do you want from vomiting and bleeding? Sweat, sweat, spring and autumn.
The wind has no complaints, only for the benefit of the pillars.
Tao Liyan, comforting frost head, likes to forget worries.
I'd like to pave the way, and I'd like to be a ladder to climb the Qionglou.
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Send you a bunch of flowers.
Express our respect for you;
Send you a touching song,
Bring you a little sweetness.
Teacher-you have worked hard,
You took us through the storm,
It was you who fed us with the nutrition of knowledge.
But never ask for anything in return.
It was you who answered all the difficult questions for us.
You told us:
When encountering difficulties,
Don't give up easily.
Since then, in our lives,
Always full of joy.
A lot less trouble,
Added a fortitude.
Another harvest autumn,
You still have a marker in your hand.
Painted a beautiful blueprint,
Peaches and plums that nourish the motherland.
It's midnight, and you're still preparing your lessons carefully.
You are still recalling our success in your sleep.
We are flowers in full bloom in spring,
It was you who played a wonderful melody for us.
You are a diligent gardener,
We will remember your words.
Take every step of your life,
Friendly, bodybuilding, realistic and enterprising!
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1, you are not an actor, but you attract our hungry eyes; You are not a singer, but let the clear spring of knowledge tinkle and sing charming songs; You are not a sculptor, but you are shaping the soul of young people ... Teacher, how can I forget you!
2. The name engraved on the board may not be immortal, and the name engraved on the stone may not be immortal; Teacher, your name is engraved in our hearts, which is truly eternal.
Some people say that teachers are like mountains, because mountains are lofty and revered. I also want to say that teachers are like the sea, because the sea is vast and immeasurable.
4. There is everything in the ends of the earth, only the teacher is infinite. Thank you teacher!
5. Birds encounter wind and rain and hide in their nests; There is wind and rain in my heart, always hiding in your arms-teacher, you are my umbrella and wind wall, how can I not thank you!
6. If I can fight the blue sky, you gave me wings to fly; If I am a warrior who breaks the waves, you have given me the power to make waves; If I am an immortal torch, it is you who give me the light of youth!
7. Those who drink its flow have its source, while those who learn it read my teacher.
8, regardless of its indifference, peaches are ripe and flowing, and Li is skilled and disabled. 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.
9. Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then the 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.
7. Teacher's praise
How many years of seasonal cycles, how many spring, summer, autumn and winter,
You are a red candle burning bright life,
How much blood and sweat, not seeking fame and history.
You spread the fire of wisdom with true feelings.
Just like the spring silkworm gave her lifelong loyalty,
Just like Dong Mei singing the song of early spring.
How many sleepless nights, how many times the lights are on,
In the long night, there is a figure at your desk.
Add China hair to the hair, and the three-foot platform laughs.
You shorten the distance between heart and heart with love.
You are the sunshine that melts the cold ice and snow,
You are the guide to lead people out of the maze of science.
Ah! Glorious teachers and hardworking gardeners!
The fragrance of peaches and plums is your joy, silently dedicating your selfless heart.
Ah! Glorious teachers and hardworking gardeners!
The fragrance of peaches and plums is your joy, silently dedicating your selfless heart.
6. Praise the teacher's poem
Spring silkworms die, and the candles burn out at night. It takes ten years to grow a tree and a hundred years to teach it like a spring breeze, and teachers are as deep as the sea.
The crane sends silver silk to reflect the sun and the moon, and the heart is full of blood and words, all given by my teacher. It is better to be a teacher than to contribute to life. -Yang Xiong saint impermanence division.
-Han Yu, teachers are easy to meet, but teachers are hard to meet. -Sima Guang, an ancient holy king, never disrespected his teacher.
-Teacher Lv Buwei is the soul engineer of human beings. -Stalin is not the teacher of the world, so he benefits from the old road.
-Liu Zongyuan Scholars must seek teachers, and teachers are essential. -Cheng Yi is a teacher for a day and a father for life.
-Guan Hanqing is expensive in learning and making friends. -Tang Zhen, learning is more important than respecting teachers.
-Tan Sitong, an ancient scholar, must be strict with the teacher and then respect him. -Ouyang Xiu is neither expensive nor cheap, neither long nor short. The existence of Tao is also the existence of a teacher.
-Han Yu's threesome must have my teacher; Choose the good and follow it, change the bad. -Confucius: People are not born knowing it, so why not be confused? If you are confused and don't follow the teacher, you will be confused and you will never understand.
-Han Yu Everyone I meet is more or less my teacher, because I have learned from them. Emerson would rather go by himself than find a confused tutor, which can save the effort of finding. He doesn't know anything anyway.
-Lu Xun A good student can find the teacher's mistakes, but keep silent respectfully, because it is these mistakes that benefit him and put him on the road. -Turgenev It was a long time before I met her, but it was even longer after we parted, and the east wind blew 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 is no road from Pengshan to Bluebird. Listen! -Give me what she said! Praise the teacher. I remember your hands were covered with powder. I remember your kind teaching. I remember your new silver hair. Because of you, students can become talents. The world is so civilized because of you. Teacher, you are a bright light, and you have found a home for the children who have lost their way. You are the angel of September, dedicated to the teacher, and arrived as scheduled. Therefore, the world is brilliant.
We sing September, because it is your eternal festival. We remember September because it was our sincere confession.
September is an emotional cup. We hold high our sincere wishes with our hands. Please drink a toast. The music has been played in September, please accept our gifts in September, all the teachers who are struggling in the education front.
The teacher praised others for getting gold from life. You can only get flowers. Your gold is the sunrise, your silver is the fifteenth moon, and you are still whistling happily. Your pride is the fragrance of peaches and plums. Celebrate Teachers' Day. It is you! Teacher! With your hard sweat, you have nurtured the tender seedlings that have just broken ground in spring. Who is it-educating naughty people into people who can help others? It is you! Teacher! Your care is like a warm spring breeze, which warms our hearts.
Who is it-to train young people into mature and sensible teenagers? It is you! Teacher! Your protection makes us grow up healthily. The autumn season is fruitful.
You have worked hard! Teacher! People who work hard in the heat and cold. You have worked hard! Teacher! Dedicate youth to nothingness.
We pay high tribute to you! -You have worked hard, teacher! I can only help you here, old teacher-you are like a drizzle in spring, nourishing flowers and irrigating the earth, and we are also trying to suck the drizzle and grow. Teacher-you are like an autumn breeze, blowing the yellow land and calling for rice. We have a bumper harvest.
Teacher-in my dark life, you lit the brightest lamp for me; Teacher-you are the guide on my misty life; Teacher-you pointed out the direction for me in my rough life; Teacher-you gave me a pair of powerful wings, let me travel in the world of knowledge! Teachers are engineers of the human soul-Stalin and the silkworm in spring must spin until they die, and the wick must be drained every night-Li Shangyin is the most outstanding professional engineer of the human soul under the sun; Teachers are like candles, burning themselves and illuminating others. Three-foot platform, three-inch tongue, three-inch pen, three thousand peaches and plums, ten years of trees, ten years of wind and rain, and a hundred thousand pillars are the models of our living parents and teachers! Our parents raised us, and our teachers taught us to have ancient poems 1.
I've been running here and there for half my life, and now I'm sailing, and Yao Lu Mountain is high and long. 2. The teacher's name is Kuang Huanxue. He is highly respected, knowledgeable and values heroes.
The weather, location and people are harmonious, and the pen is amazing. 3. Wang Bencheng dares to say and do, and has no regrets.
The storm thundered and thundered, and the eyebrows were raised. Who else in the world? 4. Huilan Pavilion is for the country, the family and the people. Blue sea, blue sky and white clouds, the sun, the moon and the stars will accompany you all your life.
5. Guan Zhongtu is honest and aboveboard. Bringing together heroes from all sides, we will make a name for ourselves and make the world mine.
6. Yi Xian intends to see the Wan Li world and the infinite future. Sending out the breath of a child prodigy, returning to Yaotai, the world marveled at ★★★★ praising the teacher's poem1:★★★★★★★ Four spring rains took precautions and several autumn rains 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. I love my teacher. A teacher is like a red candle, which ignites the fire in the students' hearts, but burns itself until the red candle turns to ashes.
Teachers, like gardeners, feed our flowers, but work hard for themselves until their physical strength is exhausted. We must become the pillars of the country when we grow up! The teacher is so selfless! Ah! Teacher, we love you! ★★★★ Praise the teacher's poem 3: ★★★-Teacher, hard work-lead us into the spacious classroom and teach us a wealth of knowledge? It is you! Teacher! With your hard sweat, you have nurtured the tender seedlings that have just broken ground in spring.
Who is it-educating naughty people into people who can help others? It is you! Teacher! Your care is like a warm spring breeze, which warms our hearts. Who is it-to train young people into mature and sensible teenagers? It is you! Teacher! Your protection makes us grow up healthily.
In the golden autumn.