Poetry about the teacher's words 1. What are the poems about "Words for Teachers"?
1, language to the river at dusk, cold smoke alone. -"Seeking Harmony, Respecting Teachers and Living in Seclusion" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Commentary: Yong Zun and I talked until the river was shrouded in dusk, so we had to walk down the misty cold mountain alone.
2. Hsinchu is taller than the old bamboo branches and is supported by the old stems. -"Hsinchu" Qing: Zheng Xie
Interpretation: New bamboos are taller than old bamboos, and their growth depends entirely on old branches.
Your husband is full of peaches and plums, why not plant more flowers in front of the hall? -"The Wind and Planting Flowers in Gong Ling Lvyetang" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
Interpretation: Pei's peach and plum disciples are all over the world. Where is it necessary to plant flowers in front of and behind the house?
4. "Decline": I am well aware of Song Yu's bitterness, romance and elegance. He is also my teacher. -"Five Epic Poems (Part II)" Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
Interpretation: Fallen leaves are well aware of the sadness of Song Yuzhi, who is romantic and elegant, and can be regarded as my teacher.
5. Ancient scholars must have teachers. Teacher, so preach and teach to solve doubts. -"Shi Shuo" Tang Dynasty: Han Yu
Interpretation: People who studied in ancient times must have teachers. Teachers can impart truth, teach research and answer difficult questions.
6. Silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and candles will drain the wick every night. -"Untitled Time" was long before I met her, but it was longer than after we parted. Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
Interpretation: Spring silkworms spit out silk until they die, and candles burn to ashes to drip dry teardrop wax oil.
7. White bastard in the East Palace, Zen master in the South Fourth Hospital. -"History of the Yuan Dynasty" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
Interpretation: When will I, a DPRK official, Henan Temple Ziyuan, meet again?
8, the grass head is slippery in autumn. Three, five, Ying Ying, two, eight. -"Preface to Magnolia, Ci Ou Gong West Lake Rhyme" Song Dynasty: Su Shi
Interpretation: Life is like autumn dew on the grass, and it is fleeting. /kloc-how clean and perfect the full moon on 0/5 is, it will be gradually incomplete the next day.
9, falling red is not heartless, turning into spring mud to protect flowers. -"The Fifth Poem of Ji Hai" Qing: Gong Zizhen
Interpretation: I quit my job and returned to my hometown, just like a fallen flower, but it is not a heartless thing. It has become the soil of spring and can also play a role in cultivating the next generation.
10 When I asked your student under a pine tree, he replied, "My teacher went to pick herbs". -"suicide note" Jia Dao in Tang Dynasty
Interpretation: Under the pine tree, I asked the hermit's boy where his master had gone. He said that the master had gone to collect medicine.
2. A poem to greet the teacher
1. If I were a poet, I would write poems with enthusiasm and praise the vastness and depth of the sea. And dedicated to you-my heart, a knowledgeable teacher.
2. When the seedlings need 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.
3. May cheerful songs haunt you all the time; May happy years be with you forever.
4. Teacher, you sow spring, ideals and strength with the noblest feelings of mankind ... sow with words, cultivate with colored pens, irrigate with sweat, and moisten with painstaking efforts. This is our teacher's noble work.
5. Your lectures are colorful. Each chapter seems to open a window in front of me and let me see a colorful new world. ...
6, you are like a candle, although thin, but a little hot, a lamp, killing others and exhausting yourself. This dedication is unforgettable.
3. Describe the teacher's sentence
Silkworms in spring will keep spinning until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night 1. Your work is today, but it is building the motherland's tomorrow; Your teaching is in the classroom, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland.
2. Your position will never change, but your footprints are everywhere; Your temples will turn gray one day, but your youth will last forever. On the road from naivety to maturity, from ignorance to civilization, you opened the way for us with the torch of life.
The teacher's spring breeze bathes my heart every day. A good teacher is better than thousands of books.
6. Dear teacher, your sincere love has awakened much confusion, cultivated much self-confidence, ignited much youth and destroyed many sails. 7, the crane hair silver silk reflects the sun and the moon, and the heart is full of blood to open new flowers.
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4. Poems about teachers
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, grains of sand have become pearls and glistened.
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 exciting as a rushing river. ...
Spring silkworm has never said anything to brag about 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!