Poems expressing gratitude to strangers

1. Poems about gratitude to strangers

Poems about gratitude to strangers 1. What are the poems about strangers

"Pipa Xing" Tang Dynasty .Bai Juyi is both a fallen man from the end of the world. Why should we have known each other before meeting? Source: "Pipa Xing" Tang Dynasty. In the tenth year of the Yuanhe period of Bai Juyi, I left to move to Sima, Jiujiang County.

Next autumn, I will see off guests at Penpukou and hear someone playing the pipa in the boat at night. Listening to its sound, it sounds like the sound of Kyoto.

Ask the man, I was originally from Chang'an and advocated girls. I tried to learn pipi from two talented people named Mu Cao. As she aged and lost beauty, she committed herself to being a wife of a noble lady.

Then he ordered the wine envoy to play several songs quickly. After the song ended, he narrated the joyful things in his childhood. Now he is drifting and haggard. He has been a disciple in the rivers and lakes for two years since he left the official position. He is peaceful and at peace. Thanks to the words of this person, he began to feel the intention of relegation in the evening.

Because I gave him a long song, six hundred and sixteen words long. The name is "Pipa Xing".

The Xunyang River sees off guests on the first night, and the maple leaves and flowers rustle in autumn. The master dismounted and was in the boat. He wanted to drink wine but there was no orchestra.

When we are too drunk, we will say goodbye miserably. When we say goodbye, the vast river is soaked in the moon. Suddenly I heard the sound of pipa playing on the water, and the host forgot to return home.

Looking for the sound, I secretly asked who was playing the pipa. The sound of the pipa stopped and I was late to speak. Move the boat closer to invite us to meet each other, add wine, turn back the lights, and resume the banquet.

He came out after calling for thousands of times, still holding the pipa and half covering his face. There are three or two sounds of the strings being plucked by the rotating shaft, and there is emotion before the tune is formed.

The strings muffle the sounds and thoughts, as if complaining of failure in life. The formalities of the letter were continued with a low eyebrow, telling all the infinite things in one's heart.

Lightly gathered, slowly twisted and wiped, and then picked again, at first it was a colorful dress and then it was six pieces. The big strings are noisy like the rain, and the small strings are like whispers.

Noisy and jumbled bullets, big and small beads falling onto the jade plate. The orioles in Guan Guan are talking at the bottom of the flowers, and the water from the quiet spring is flowing down the beach.

The water spring is cold and astringent, the strings are condensed, and the condensation will never pass, and the sound gradually stops. Don't worry and hate yourself. Silence is better than sound at this time.

The silver bottle bursts into water, and the cavalry stands out with swords and guns. At the end of the song, the plectrum is carefully drawn, and the four strings sound like cracking silk.

The boats in the east and west were silent, except for the white autumn moon in the middle of the river. While he was chanting and plucking strings, he straightened his clothes and tightened his features.

She said that she was originally a girl from the capital city, and her family lived under the Xia Toad Mausoleum. At the age of 13, he learned the pipa successfully and became the first member of the Jiaofang.

Qu Ba often teaches talented people how to dress and make up every time they are quilted by Qiuniang. The young people in Wuling are fighting for their heads, and there are countless red songs.

The silver grate on the tin head was smashed into pieces, and the bloody skirt was stained by wine. This year's laughter will bring back the next, and the autumn moon and spring breeze will pass easily.

My brother left to join the army and my aunt died. The front door is deserted and there are few cars and horses. The boss is married to a businessman.

Businessmen value profit over separation. The month before last, they went to Fuliang to buy tea. I went to and from the mouth of the river to guard the empty ship, and around the cabin there was a bright moon and the river was cold.

Late at night, I suddenly dreamed about my youth. I cried and cried, and my eyes were red with tears. I sighed when I heard the pipa, and sighed again when I heard the words.

We are both fallen people at the end of the world, so why should we have known each other before meeting. I resigned from the imperial capital last year and was relegated to Xunyang City where I was sick.

There is no music in Xunyang, a remote place, and the sound of silk and bamboo is not heard all year round. I live near the Huanjiang River, where the land is low and humid, and yellow reeds and bitter bamboos grow around my house.

In the meantime, I heard something at dawn and dusk: the cuckoo crows and the blood ape mourns. On a spring river with flowers facing the autumn moonlight, I often drink wine alone while drinking.

How can there be no folk songs and girl's flutes? Tonight, hearing your pipa music makes my ears suddenly bright as if listening to fairy music.

Mo Cigeng sat down to play a piece of music and translated it into a pipa line for you. I feel that I have been saying this for a long time, but sitting down makes the strings turn sharply.

The sound is not as sad as the forward sound, and everyone in the house weeps when they hear it again. Who cried the most in the audience? Sima Jiangzhou's clothes were wet.

In the 10th year of Yuanhe reign of Emperor Xianzong of the Tang Dynasty, I was demoted to be the Sima of Jiujiang County. One day in the autumn of the second year, while seeing off guests at Penpukou, I heard someone playing the pipa on the boat at night.

Listen to the sound, the clang and clang have the popular rhyme in Kyoto. After asking about this person, it turned out that she was a singer from Chang'an who once learned from two pipa masters, Mu and Cao.

Later, when she got older, her beauty faded away and she married a businessman. So he ordered someone to serve wine and ask her to play a few songs happily.

After she finished playing, she looked a little gloomy. She talked about the joyful things in her youth, but now she was wandering and sinking, describing herself as haggard, wandering between rivers and lakes. In the two years since I left Beijing and worked abroad, I have been content with the situation and enjoyed myself. But now I was touched by this man's words, and that night I felt like I had been demoted.

So he wrote a long poem and gave it to her, with a total of 616 words, titled "Pipa Play". On an autumn night, I went to see off a returning visitor at the head of the Xunyang River. The cold wind blew the autumn leaves and reed flowers rustling.

Pipa Xing Illustrations (16 photos) My guests and I dismounted and held a farewell banquet on the boat. We raised our glasses to drink but the music did not entertain us. I was not happy after drinking the wine and was even more sad that I was about to say goodbye. When I said goodbye, the bright moon was reflected in the vast river at night.

Suddenly I heard the crisp sound of pipa playing on the river; I forgot about the returning guests and didn’t want to leave. Look for the source of the sound and ask who is playing the pipa? The pipa stopped for a long time but there was no movement.

We moved the boat closer and invited her to come out to meet her; we asked the servants to add wine, put back the lights, and start the banquet again. After calling her a thousand times, she slowly walked out, still holding the pipa in her arms, half covering her face.

I turned the piano shaft tightly and plucked the strings and played a few test sounds; before the tune was formed, the form was very sentimental.

The sad and sad sound of Xianxian implies contemplation; it seems to be telling her life's frustration; she lowers her head and plays continuously; she uses the sound of the piano to tell all the infinite past events in her heart.

Gently gather it, twist it slowly, apply it for a while, and pick it for a while. The first performance was "The Song of Colorful Feather Clothes" and then the "Liu Yao".

The big string is loud, long and noisy like a storm; the small string is gentle and quiet, like someone whispering. The noisy sounds are intertwined with each other; like big beads and small beads falling from a jade plate in a string.

The sound of the pipa is sometimes like the smooth and smooth sound of birds singing under the flowers, and sometimes it is like the deep, low and intermittent sound of water flowing under the ice. It was as if the sound of the pipa played by the cold water in the spring began to condense, and the condensed and unsmooth sound gradually stopped.

It’s like there is another kind of sadness and hatred secretly growing; at this time, the silence is more moving than the sound. Suddenly, it was like a silver bottle breaking and water splashing everywhere; it was also like armored cavalry fighting with swords and guns.

At the end of the song, she aimed at the center of the strings and plucked them; the fourth string made a roar that seemed to tear the fabric. People on the east and west boats listened quietly; they saw the white autumn moon reflected in the middle of the river.

She meditated, put away the pick and inserted it into the strings; she straightened her clothes and still showed a solemn face. She said that I used to be a famous singer in the capital; my hometown lived in Xia Tooling, southeast of Chang'an City.

I learned how to play the pipa at the age of thirteen; my name is listed in the first team of the Jiaofang Orchestra. Every time she plays a song, she is impressed by the art masters; every time she puts on makeup, she is jealous of her fellow geishas.

The rich and powerful children of Kyoto rushed to present gifts; after playing a song, they collected countless red gauze. The silver grate on the tin head is often broken and smashed; the red skirt is stained by wine, but I don't regret it.

Year after year we spend our time laughing and playing; the beautiful moments from autumn to spring are wasted in vain. My brother joined the army and my sister died, and my family's fortune has been ruined; as the evening passes and the morning comes, I gradually grow older and lose appearance.

The number of cars and horses in front of the door has decreased, and only a few people are visiting; my youth is gone and I have to marry a businessman as my wife. Businessmen value profits rather than love and often break up easily; last month.

2. Poems about gratitude to strangers

Poems about gratitude

When the white clouds drift away

Who will stop wandering

The sea laps in the dream of purple lilies

The mermaid smiles in heaven

The color of ancient wedding champagne

Passed among the poppies

Her singing

Will it remain after departure?

Hope never gives up

Elk’s Christmas in the snowy forest

Beautiful The princess has slept peacefully

The legendary night sky

Countless pearls and emeralds are not picked

The nest of time

The light of Angel's flying wings

Through the Garden of Babylon

Allah is a woman

Her incarnation is not the sun god

The delicate daughter

The valley in the Gobi desert

More luxurious than the palace

The river is the mother of all living things

The holy waves permeate all living things

The colorful faces are like rainwater

Illuminating the beautiful women of ancient Egypt

When the white clouds drift away

The back will fade away

The sea laps in the dream of purple lilies

The mermaid smiles in heaven

The color of the prince's wedding champagne

Passed among the poppies

Her singing

The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wanderer.

Before leaving, I am afraid of returning late.

Whoever speaks an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring.

Confucius said: Don’t travel far when your parents are here

If you want to repay kindness, you want to forget resentment; it is short to repay kindness, but it is long to repay kindness

Mom and Dad

Thank you

for bringing me to this wonderful world

Thank you

for giving me the air of freedom

Brilliant sunshine

Thank you

Your sincere teachings

Your earnest entrustment

I have grown up

But you are old

Who says nothing about grass

I will repay you with three rays of spring

I will offer you a sincere filial piety

I wish you eternal health

3. Please find me some poems or prose about being grateful to strangers, okay

Gratitude to Teachers (prose)

The music of falling leaves flying is the gratitude of trees for the nourishment of the earth; the clear sky with floating threads is the gratitude of white clouds for the nourishment of the blue sky.

Flowers are grateful to the rain and dew, because the rain and dew nourish them to grow; the goshawk is grateful to the sky, because the sky allows it to fly; the mountains are grateful to the earth, because the earth makes it stand tall. In the journey of life, there are many, many people who deserve our gratitude.

As Teachers' Day approaches, we want to be grateful to our teachers.

From the babbling children to the teenagers who have just begun to learn, from the students who are thirsty for knowledge to the young people who are soaring, from the layman to the professionals, from the knotting of knots to record events in today's information age. The role of teachers always runs through the entire history of the development of human civilization. As people know: the development of society depends on education, and the development of education depends on teachers. The silent hard work of teachers has brought about the vitality of human civilization.

Teacher’s love is called teacher-student love. This kind of love is the most sacred and selfless love in the world. When we are punished for making mistakes, it is the teacher who teaches us; when we encounter a difficult problem and sweat, it is the teacher who explains it to us carefully. A look of praise makes us extremely happy; a warm greeting makes us feel the second kind of family affection. No matter what we encounter, you will face it with us. Teacher, in our eyes, you are magical and great.

The small trees enjoy the sunshine, but they still know how to return it to the earth with greenery; the crops enjoy the care, but they still know how to return it to people with abundant fruits. Teacher, we thank you from the bottom of our hearts for everything you have done for us! Gratitude is a person's innate nature, a person's indelible conscience, and a warm emotion lingering in the heart of everyone who never forgets his teacher's kindness. Of course, gratitude is not just for repaying kindness, because there are some kindnesses that we cannot repay, and some kindnesses cannot be repaid in one lump sum with the same amount of repayment. Only by touching, engraving, and remembering with a pure heart can we truly be worthy of giving. Your gracious teacher. In this teacher's festival in the golden autumn, let us learn to be grateful to our teachers! Learning to be grateful is to polish the dusty soul without being numb; to learn to be grateful is to remember the little things that cannot be repaid in your heart forever.

Another year of singing geese in the sky, another year of flying reed flowers; another year of frost, wind, rain and snow, another year of fragrant peaches and plums. Dear teacher, maybe you are still watching your old disciples running in all directions with your bright eyes. Maybe you are using your loud voice again to teach your new disciples how to grow. I am grateful to my teacher as a mountain and a sea of ??gratitude. No matter how many words we say, we can't express our respect for the teacher, nor can we express our deep love for the teacher. So, let us say this affectionately: Teacher, you will always be the most amiable and respectable person in our hearts!

Gratitude to Teacher (Poetry)

I once remembered your hands covered with powder

I once remembered your charitable teachings

I remember your new silver hair

Because of you, students can become talented

Because of you, the world will be so civilized

Teacher, you are a bright light

Find home for lost children

Teacher, you are an angel

The world is so bright because of you.

Others get gold from life

You can only get the fragrance of flowers

Your gold is the morning sun

Your silver is The fifteenth moon

But you are still whistling happily

Your pride is the fragrance of peaches and plums

Inch by inch of chalk

Dye your hair white

Rise up and light it into a candle

Illuminate others

Let each hieroglyphic character be your guide

The footprints you have passed

Climb to the top of the cliff

Let those who come after you step on your shoulders

Send batches of students on the road

Twinkle Stars

Radiate brilliantly and brilliantly

Use up the last bit of residual heat

This is the life of a teacher

Engineer of the human soul!

4. Poems praising strangers

1. At the foot of Luojia Mountain, on the shore of the East China Sea, the peaches and plums do not speak, and they form a trail.

2. Falling red flowers are not heartless things, they turn into spring mud to protect flowers. 3. Spring silkworms don’t run out of silk until they die, and candles don’t dry up until their tears turn to ashes.

4. The black hair is thick with hair, and the three-foot podium is full of laughter. 5. How much blood and sweat you dedicate without asking for a famous name in history.

6. Be willing to be a Confucian bull. 7. A three-foot podium, a three-inch tongue, a three-inch pen, three thousand peaches and plums; ten years of trees, ten years of wind, ten years of rain, one hundred thousand beams.

8. Four spring breezes bring preparations, and several autumn rains wash away the gaps. The black hair accumulates frost and weaves the sun and the moon, and the chalk silently writes the Spring and Autumn Period.

9. The silk has been spun out before it gets old in spring, and the candle tears turn into gray and become thicker in autumn. Three thousand peaches and plums are sown in spring, and China is full of fruits in autumn.

10. The silver hair of the crane reflects the sun and the moon, and the fervent heart fertilizes new flowers. 11. Once a teacher, always a father.

12. All these gifts are from my teacher. Gift: ★★Poem 2 in Praise of Teachers:★★ I love my teacher. The teacher is like a red candle, which ignites the torch in the students' hearts, but burns himself until the red candle turns to ashes.

Teachers are like gardeners, nurturing our flowers, but working hard on themselves until their physical strength is exhausted.

1. At the foot of Luojia Mountain, on the shore of the East China Sea, the peaches and plums are silent, and the footpath is self-made. 2. Falling red flowers are not heartless things, they turn into spring mud to protect flowers.

3. Spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they die, and candles will not dry until they turn to ashes. 4. The hair is added to the black hair, and the three-foot podium is full of laughter.

5. No matter how much blood and sweat you give, you don’t want to be famous in history. 6. Bow your head and be a Confucian bull.

7. A three-foot podium, a three-inch tongue, a three-inch pen, three thousand peaches and plums; ten years of trees, ten years of wind, ten years of rain, one hundred thousand beams. 8. Four spring breezes bring preparations, and several autumn rains wash away the gaps.

The black hair accumulates frost and weaves the sun and the moon, and the chalk writes the spring and autumn without words. 9. The silk is not old even if it is spun out in spring, but the tears of candles turn into gray and become thicker in autumn.

Three thousand peaches and plums are sown in spring, and China is filled with fruits in autumn. 10. The silver hair of the crane reflects the sun and the moon, and the fervent heart fertilizes new flowers.

11. Once a teacher, always a father. 12. All these gifts are from my teacher.

Gift: ★★Poem 2 of Praise for Teachers:★★ I love my teacher. The teacher is like a red candle, which ignites the torch in the students' hearts, but burns himself until the red candle turns to ashes. Teachers are like gardeners, nurturing our flowers, but working hard on themselves until their 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! ★★Poetry Three to Praise Teacher:★★——Teacher, thank you for your hard work. Who——brought us ignorant people into the spacious classroom and taught us rich knowledge? It's you! teacher! With your hard work and sweat, you have nurtured the tender seedlings that have just broken ground in spring. Who is it - educating us naughty people into people who can be considerate and help others? It's you! teacher! Your care is like the gentle spring breeze that warms our hearts.

Who is it that cultivates us young people into mature and sensible teenagers? It's you! teacher! Your protection allows us to grow healthily. Bear fruit in the golden autumn season.

Thank you for your hard work! teacher! People who work hard in the scorching heat and cold. Thank you for your hard work! teacher! People who devote their youth to nothing.

We have the highest respect for you! ——Thank you for your hard work, teacher! I can only help here, teacher, teacher - you are like the drizzle in spring, nourishing the flowers and irrigating the earth, and we continue to suck the drizzle and grow. Teacher - you are like a gust of wind in autumn, blowing the earth yellow and calling the rice gold, and we got the fruits of the harvest.

Teacher - you are the one who lit the brightest light for me on the dark road of my life; Teacher - you are my guide on the confusing road of life; Teacher - you have pointed out the way forward for me in my bumpy life; Teacher - you have given me a pair of powerful wings to travel in the world of knowledge! ★★Poetry 4 in praise of teachers:★★ The golden wind brings laughter, and the fragrance of osmanthus flowers floats. Teacher's Day is here again today.

Teachers have worked hard for our growth. We will never forget the teacher's caress for us.

Hello, teacher! People compare teachers to red candles, which light up others and burn themselves. People compare teachers to gardeners, cultivating peaches and plums to bloom all over the world.

Teaching is the noblest cause under the sun. The teacher gives us the sunshine of ideals and the sunshine of wisdom.

The teacher guides us to embark on the road of life full of sunshine. The teacher expects us to become the sun of the new century.

The teacher’s words are like spring rain nourishing my heart. Teachers use the rain and dew of knowledge to water our growth.

The gentle spring rain is the teacher’s care for us. The teacher's words and deeds are like spring rain moistening things silently.

The teacher is willing to be a green leaf and hold us up like a red flower. The teacher is a green leaf, willing to contribute silently.

The green color of the leaves symbolizes the teacher’s everlasting youth. When we are like flowers in full bloom, we will never forget the kindness of green leaves.

Teachers are like big trees, with blue sky above their heads and earth under their feet, silently benefiting society. Teachers are big trees that bring spring beauty to the world.

The teacher sows the seeds of hope and cultivates us into a forest. The small trees grow into pillars, never forgetting the kindness of the gardener.

Yes, the teacher’s enthusiasm is like the sun, the teacher’s teachings are like spring rain, the teacher’s style is like green leaves, the teacher’s career is like a big tree, our teachers are good. ★★Poetry 5 of Praise for Teachers:★★ You offer a flower, I offer a flower, and let us weave a big garland, dedicated to my dear teacher and mother. It is you who gave the seeds the warmth of the sun; it is you who watered the seedlings with your sweat.

Your eyes are like bright stars, shining with charming brilliance; your singing is like a spring stream, bringing joy to everyone.

No matter where we go, we will always remember your love; no matter where we go.

Always remember your words. No matter where we go, we will always remember your love; no matter where we go, we will always be a flower for you.

★★Poem 6 in Praise of Teachers:★★ September has arrived as scheduled. The world is brilliant because of it.

We sing September, because this is your eternal festival. We remember September because it is our sincere confession.

September is a cup overflowing with love. We raise our hands high with sincere blessings. Please cheers. The music of September has been played, please accept our September.

5. Sentences of gratitude to strangers

Parents care more about their children,

they seem to be nagging and endless,

Children will definitely be bored,

But filial children should take into consideration,

Parents’ affection, no matter how backward the parents are,

They will always be your parents. Never repay kindness with evil.

Saying bad words will hurt their hearts.

If you want your children to treat you in the future.

How do you treat your parents now?

Cherish your parents.

No matter whether they raised you or not,

at least your mother was pregnant for ten months and brought you into this world.

You can see everything in this world. , the beautiful, the ugly, the evil, the good,

are all given to you by God and your parents,

Don’t do things that will make you regret,

Please treat your parents well,

Don’t wait until they are gone,

to know how to cherish...

Then! It's never too late.

If one day, you find that your father’s flowers, plants and trees have gradually become deserted,

If one day, you find that the floor and wardrobe at home are often covered with dust,

If one day, you find that the food cooked by your mother is too salty and unpalatable,

If one day, you find that your parents often forget to turn off the gas,

When some habits cease to be habits.

Just like when they no longer want to take a bath every day,

If one day you find that your parents no longer like to eat crispy fruits and vegetables,

If there is One day, you find that your parents like to eat overcooked vegetables.

If one day, you find that your parents like to eat porridge,

If one day, you find that they cross the road, their actions and reactions It's all slowed down.

If one day, you find that they keep coughing during meal time,

Don't mistakenly think that they have a cold or cold (that is the aging of the swallowing nerves) phenomenon),

If one day, you find that they no longer like to go out...

If one day, I want to tell you,

You have to Be aware that your parents are really old.

Their organs have deteriorated to the point where they need to be taken care of by others.

If you cannot take care of them, please find someone to take care of them.

And please please always control Wang,

Remember to go home often,

Don’t let them feel abandoned,

Everyone We all grow old, and our parents age before us.

We have to take care of them with a role-reversal mentality.

Only then will we have patience and not complain.

When parents cannot take care of themselves,

children must be alert, they may become incontinent.

They may not be able to do many things well. If the room smells bad,

They may not be able to smell it themselves, so please don’t think it’s dirty or smelly.

Children can only help them clean up, and please maintain their “self-esteem.”

When they don’t like to take a bath, please take the time to wash their bodies regularly.

Because even if they wash themselves, they can’t clean themselves.

When we enjoy When they love food,

please prepare a small bowl for them that is of appropriate size and easy to chew.

Because they don’t like to eat because their teeth may not be able to bite.

From the time we were born, they nursed us, changed diapers, and took care of us when we were sick.

Taught us the basic skills of life, provided reading, food, drink, entertainment and tutoring.

Care and The action never stops,

If one day, they really can't move,

Shouldn't the roles be reversed?

Children should remember that looking at their parents means looking at their own future, and filial piety must be timely

The tree wants to be quiet but the wind is not stopping, the child wants to be raised but the relatives are not there - have you ever paid attention to yourself? parents?

Have you ever cared about your own parents?

6. Poems to the most familiar stranger

1. The most beautiful years are reserved for the best people, but we have missed them.

2. Destiny comes and goes just like a dream, and there is no trace when you wake up from the dream.

3. Life is like this. It is better not to encounter more than to have less.

4. As time goes by, it will eventually become indifferent.

5. Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a stand. There is nothing in the first place, so how can it cause dust.

6. Life is intertwined with right and wrong, grievances and grudges, but in the end they are nothing more than passing by without leaving a trace, hard to abandon, little obsessions in the heart, nothing more.

7. The past is nothing but empty, why should we persist?

8. Those people who used to say they would never be separated are now scattered across the world.

9. Who is the passer-by in whose life, who is the wheel of whose life, in the end, no one belongs to whom.

10. Those prosperity and sadness will eventually become a thing of the past.