Turn into spring mud to protect flowers. Conscientious, hard-working, dedicated.
Selfless dedication only seeks hard work, regardless of gains, self-denial and dedication, and takes the lead in setting an example.
We can't live without the work of teachers, parents, farmers, businessmen, workers and police. Because of labor, our life is thriving, and today's country and people are safe. Workers from all walks of life support the whole society with wisdom, diligence, brain power and physical strength.
Life is so beautiful, human beings are so progressive, and everything comes from our hard work and ordinary work, which is so silent.
The world is so wonderful, life is so beautiful, because of you-hardworking worker and the greatest person!
It is the days that flow away like water, and the memory is more and more mottled by the passage of time. People have not forgotten this scene, and "May 1 International Labor Day" has become a special commemoration of their heroic feats.
Model workers refer to workers who have made outstanding achievements in socialist construction and have been awarded honorary titles through democratic election of workers, examination by relevant departments and approval by the government. On the model worker, there is a great dedication, striving for first-class, struggling hard, being brave in innovation, indifferent to fame and fortune, and willing to contribute. They are the elites of the country and the role models of the people.
If May is a passionate poem, then the laborer is the most beautiful note in the poem. We praise laborers, who are ordinary and great people.
Every day, workers always go back and forth between their careers and their families. Every day, the busy figure of workers always performs well in the needed jobs. Laborers are members of society, and the prosperity of a country cannot be separated from the wisdom and creation of all workers.
Over the years, among the British model teams at all levels in China, there have been oil model workers and treasure managers. The ideology and morality of these heroes embodies the spirit of the working class in China and the spirit of the times of contemporary workers in China. They use practical actions to show people that labor has contributed to the creation of history!
Jinshan Yinshan and thousands of worlds, everything is a compliment to labor. Laborer, you use the calluses in your hands to get the sun tomorrow, the fragrance of fruits and vegetables in the fields, and the splash of steel flowers and coal waves.
Laborer, the wrinkles on your face are engraved with the memories of the years. Use the ups and downs of labor to make manna. Laborer, your eyes are full of wisdom and cleverness, and you can stand on your own feet regardless of all difficulties. Laborer, you are a pioneer, and you have created the glory of history!
2. Poems praising the old man are as white as snow.
That is the flower that has fallen from the vicissitudes of time.
A bent body is a bow.
That's the energy stored by the old man of time
Hands are like wood.
That is the fruit that Shennong has given us for continuous harvest.
Eyes like yellow beads.
That is a colorful color given by God.
The tentacles of the years are crawling all over the forehead.
The river of time flows through blood vessels.
Through snow and blood red
We are growing.
It snows heavily.
You are the last piece in the snow.
Mottled red leaves
Life will run out.
You are the last star in the sky.
Tears of a meteor
Your hair is white, not snow.
Your body is bent, it is a bow.
That snowflake is the flower that vicissitudes shed for you.
That bow is the strength that time old man saved for you.
Your hands are slow. This is a seeder.
Your eyes are used to take pictures.
That seeder is the fruit that Shennong keeps harvesting for you.
The camera is a colorful world given to you by God.
When the tentacles of time climb over your forehead
Through your white hair, I am growing.
When the river of time flows through your veins
I'm growing through your whole body.
When it snowed, who made the last red leaf?
At the end of my life, who would like to keep you for a look?
3. Praise the poems of talented women, their good qualities, their beautiful clothes and their articles. They love their looks and looks, their fragrance and elegance, and their attitude towards beauty. What are they? It suddenly snowed in Chun Mei. They are clean, and the chrysanthemums in autumn are frosty. What is quiet, what is gorgeous and what is emptiness. So is this beauty!
Only smaller than Sue, it looks similar to Wang Qiang. Rhyme gives birth to rhyme, and fragrance gives birth to fragrance.
It tastes like flying fairy and feels very popular. The predecessor of the moon is as lovely as jade.
Escape from the spirit and lingyun, the immortal benefits. Smart, green-eyed, elegant and considerate.
Do not seek wealth, but seek emptiness. The only friends are pine trees and bamboo.
Lonely and spirited, quiet and safe. Who is worthy, only laurel and orchid.
4. Eulogize my mother's poems and share them with everyone. I wish all mothers happiness and well-being!
The Book of Songs Li Feng Kaifeng
The wind blows from the south, blowing its own thorns. Stabbing and tired, the family is overworked.
Kaifeng from the south is bragging about his salary. God, I have no family.
Is there any cold in the spring? Further down. With seven children, my mother is very hard.
The yellow bird, with its voice. There are seven children, don't comfort your mother.
Twenty Poems of Li Shangyin's On the Way to a Rainstorm
I was trapped in prison when I parked the car.
Love is in the middle, and tears choke my throat.
Fang's mother is seriously ill and wants to be a famous doctor.
Today, the bus is in a hurry again, and there are no days left!
Nothing can repay mother's happiness, life is more urgent!
Bai Juyi's "Night Cry in the Second Dock"
The second time I lost my mother, I vomited because I was dumb.
Don't fly around all day, old-fashioned forest.
Crying in the middle of the night every night, everyone who smells it will be moved.
If you tell me in your voice, you won't give back to your heart.
A hundred birds have no mother, but they are both sad and angry.
What makes you sad should be your mother's kindness.
There used to be Wu Fuzhe, whose mother died.
What disciple, the heart is not as good as a bird.
The second thing gives the second thing, and the bird once applied.
Yang Yicheng's Looking Back
Children travel far away from Kansai,
News always disappears.
Wandering in the east corner,
Sit and watch the sun get heavier and heavier.
He Ji's Nianer
When the charcoal fire is red, the wall is hot.
Can it be frosty and snowy in other places?
Cold and hunger. Who asked?
Candles pray to God.
Meng Jiao's ode to a wanderer
Make clothes for her wayward son's body, and make clothes for the thread in a loving mother's hand.
She patched up for fear that she would be late.
But how much love does an inch of grass have when it gets three spring rays?
Wang Anshi's Tenth Five-Year Plan
Put mother in the ditch and leave her home in the shade. When I heard Du Yu in the moonlight, Nan was taken care of by her younger brother.
Huang Zhongze, "don't be old?
Bow curtain to mother river beam, white hair and tears.
This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
Jiang Shiquan went home at the end of the year.
I love my son endlessly, and I'm glad to go home.
Cold clothes are needle and thread, and letters from home are ink stains.
If you encounter pity, you will ask for it.
I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh.
Wang Mian's birthday.
It was sunny this morning, and there were day lilies in front of the hall.
Holding a cup is my mother's birthday, and there is no sound.
5. Poems describing praise for hard-working gardeners are not heartless, but turn into spring mud to protect flowers.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
High altitude and strong exercise. Let's not talk about Tao Li. I will be a teacher every other day and a father jade pot teacher for the rest of my life. Calligraphy is like a father's words, like a friend's relatives, and a few lines are thick and clear. People hope that the latecomers can successfully report the respect of the teacher and ask the teacher Tang for nothing, just like glass.
No matter who reaches the realm of poetry, Zen has gone beyond poetry. Bai Juyi in the Tang Dynasty, white bastard in the East Palace, and Zen master in the South Hall.
Seeing each other in the distance, there is nothing in my heart. Untitled time was long before I met her, but it was longer than after we parted, and the east wind rose and flowers fell.
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! You present a flower, I present a flower, let's weave a big wreath for my dear teacher and mother. It is you who gave the seeds, the warmth like sunshine; It was you who watered the seedlings with sweat.
Your eyes are like bright stars, shining with charming brilliance; Your singing is like a clear spring, which brings joy to everyone. Wherever we go, always remember your feelings; No matter where we go.
Always remember your words. Wherever we go, always remember your love; Wherever we go, it will be a flower of yours.
The golden wind sends laughter, and the sweet-scented osmanthus floats. Today's teacher's holiday is coming again.
Teachers have worked hard for our growth. We will never forget the teacher's love for us.
Hello, teacher! People compare teachers to red candles, which illuminate others and burn themselves. People compare teachers to gardeners and cultivate peaches and plums all over the world.
Teachers are the noblest career in the world. The teacher gave us ideal sunshine and wisdom sunshine.
The teacher guided us to the path of sunny life. Teachers expect us to be the sun in the new century.
The teacher's words moisten my heart like spring rain. The teacher watered our growth with the rain of knowledge.
Gentle spring rain is the teacher's love for us. The teacher's words and deeds are like spring rain.
The teacher is willing to be a green leaf and hold us up as red flowers. The teacher is a green leaf, willing to contribute silently.
The green leaves symbolize that teachers are always young. When we bloom like flowers, we will never forget the kindness of green leaves.
Teachers are like trees, with blue sky overhead and feet on the earth, silently benefiting the society. Teachers are big trees, bringing spring scenery to the world.
The teacher sowed the seeds of hope and cultivated us into a forest. Young trees grow into pillars, never forgetting the gardener's cultivation.
Yes, teachers' enthusiasm is like the sun, teachers' teaching is like spring rain, teachers' elegant demeanor is like green leaves, teachers' career is like a tree, and our teachers just like to agree with 9| Comments (2) 201-9-6 20: 08 | The silkworms in spring will be woven to death, and candles will drain the wick every night./ All my teachers also spit out all the threads in their hearts and dedicated their lives to time, long before I met her, but even longer after we broke up, 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 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.
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6. Poems praising filial piety have traces of their sweat in every process, every day and every point from toddler to school. Only my parents support my happy blue sky, only my parents help me plug in my ideal wings, only my parents build a forest of knowledge for me, only my parents will take care of me tirelessly, and only my parents will give me meticulous love.
As the saying goes, filial piety is the first of all virtues. There are three things in a person's life that can't wait: filial piety to parents, education to children, and illness. Filial piety can't wait is the first. Fame and fortune are important, but family ties are more important. No matter how busy the work is, filial piety is indispensable. As children, even if you can't go home often, you should always remember their greetings, and don't leave the regret that "the tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop, and the child wants to raise it, but the relatives don't stay."
7. The poem of chanting mountains ends in Nanshan.
Wangweitang
The majestic Tian Yishan is close to Chang 'an, and the mountains continue to extend to the sea.
The white clouds merged behind, and the blue mist melted into the mountains and disappeared.
The central mountain peaks separate the southwest, and the valleys are also different.
Want to find a house to live in the mountains, is it convenient for the water guide to ask the woodcutter?
Wangtianmen mountain
Libaitang
The Yangtze River splits the Tianmen Peak like a giant axe, and the green river flows around the island.
The green hills on both sides are neck and neck, and a boat meets leisurely from the horizon.
Visit Zhong Nanshan.
Meng Jiao soup
Nanshan blocks heaven and earth, and the sun and the moon are born.
The scenery stays in the peak night, and the deep valley is unclear by day.
People in the mountains are self-righteous, and the road is dangerous.
Changfeng drives pines and cypresses, and the sound blows the valley.
In other words, I regret reading it. I am near the name.
1, "The mountain is not high, but the fairy is famous" is from My Humble Room.
2. Mount Tai: What a magnificent view the sacred Mount Tai is! Endless green spans Qilu and Qilu .. magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful mountains in the south and the separation between morning and dusk in the north. Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, birds are flying around in front of my nervous eyes ... trying to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet. -Du Fu
3. Huangshan: "The Five Mountains return without looking at the mountains, and Huangshan returns without looking at the mountains."
4. Laoshan Mountain: "The water is Long Ge, the stone is on the same side as the tiger, the cliff is dangerous, and there are music and paintings everywhere."
5. Jiuhua Mountain: "The wonderful spirit is divided into two, and the Lingshan opens Jiuhua"-Li Bai
"Chu is a thousand mountains, which are majestic and wonderful"-Wang Anshi
Su Shi praised Lushan like this:
"Think of the mountain side as a mountain peak, and the distance is different. I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, but toward which corner of the mountain. "
You see Kou Zhun, the prime minister of the Song Dynasty, chanted Huashan at the age of seven: "Only the sky is above, and there is no mountain and peace. Look up at the red sun and look back at the low white clouds. "
Look at the poet Li Bai's "Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain": "Birds fly high, and lonely clouds go to leisure alone." Meet each other tirelessly, only Jingting Mountain. "
Look at how Du Fu praised Mount Tai: "How magnificent Mount Tai is! Endless green spans Qilu and Qilu. ..
The magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful mountains in the south and the separation between morning and dusk in the north. Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly around in front of my nervous eyes ..
Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet. "