Tagore's poem about teachers is 1. Write a teacher in Tagore's poems.
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 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, teacher's enthusiasm is like the sun, teacher's teaching is like spring rain, teacher's style is like green leaves, teacher's occupation is like a tree, and our teacher is a good 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! I hope I can help you.
2. What are Tagore's works or other authors' poems that praise teachers or parents?
1, mom
Author: Tagore, India
I don't remember my mother, just in the middle of the game.
Sometimes there seems to be a tune spinning on my toy.
It was she who shook my cradle and hummed those songs.
I don't remember my mother, but in the early autumn morning.
The smell of acacia flowers and morning prayers in temples is floating in the air.
It's like blowing my mom's breath on me.
I don't remember my mother, but when I was in the bedroom window.
Looking at the blue sky in the distance, I think,
My mother fixed my eyes and filled the whole sky.
2. "Ji Hai's Miscellaneous Poems, Disturbing and Leaving Sorrow, Ignoring the Sky"
Qing Dynasty: Gong Zizhen
The vast sadness of parting extends to the setting sun, away from Beijing, riding a whip to the east, feeling that people are on earth.
I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation.
"The sadness of parting extends to the distant place where the sun goes down." When I left Beijing, I felt that I was at the end of the world with a flick of my whip to the east. I quit my job and went home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but it was not a heartless thing. It has become the soil of spring and can also play a role in cultivating the next generation.
3. Ode to the teacher
Author: Modern: Liu Yu
Others get gold from life.
You can only get flowers.
Your gold is the morning sun.
Your silver is the moon of the fifteenth.
But you still whistle happily.
Your pride is the fragrance of peaches and plums
4. "Diligence"
Jin Dynasty: Ge Hong
The kindness of the master is more important than that of the parents.
The kindness of the wise teacher is simply more than the vastness of heaven and earth, and more than my father has paid for me.
5. "Mother"
Author: Modern Shu Ting
Isn't the running water of the years just as ruthless?
I'm afraid the memory will fade, too.
How dare I open its screen easily? I cried to you for a thorn.
Now I'm wearing a Jing Guan, and I dare not.
I dare not moan.
Ah, mom.
I often look up at your photos sadly.
Even if the call can penetrate the loess
How dare I disturb your sleep? I dare not show the sacrifice of love like this.
Although I have written many songs.
For flowers, for the sea, for the dawn.
Ah, mom.
My sweet, soft and deep memory.
Not a torrent, not a waterfall.
It's a dry well, and it can't sing under the shade of flowers and trees.
3. Praise the teacher's poem
1, the silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and the wax torch will start to cry. (Li Shangyin's Untitled)
2, falling red is not heartless, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers. (Gong Zizhen's "Ji Hai Miscellaneous Poems")
3, eyebrows cold fingertips, head willing to be a donkey. (Lu Xun)
4. Do your best until you die. (Zhuge Liang)
Buried roots make branches bear fruit without asking for anything in return. (Tagore)
6. The lonely village does not feel sorry for itself, but thought it was national defense. (Lu You's November 4th storm)
7. Hold a heart without a blade of grass. (Tao Xingzhi)
8. if you want to eliminate disasters for the wise, you are willing to decline and cherish the old. (Han Yu's "Moving to the Left to Show Grandnephew's Neck")
9. After the flowers are picked into honey, whoever works hard for them will be sweet.
10, sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently. (Du Fu)
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.
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!
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!
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!
4. Thank the teacher for his poem
1. In the past, schools were established and the educational methods were correct. Teachers and students ask questions, dislike development, repeatedly twists and turns, and induce confessions.
2, there is nowhere in the void, as if it were a glazed poem. Whoever is there, the Zen mind has already passed the poem.
3, if you come from the clouds, don't hear that the taste of those eyes doesn't belong to a gentleman, life and death are inseparable, and there are three photos. Water is burned according to nine articles and five levels, and the first month is auspicious.
4, a horizontal Jiajing Rixin Cooper Sensen Four Seasons Spring is blessed with lofty and rare things. When the famous altar was restored, everyone in Xianbin was happy to give birth to China. Every household is sincere, and I sincerely hope that all citizens will understand that there will be no leakage.
5. Don't be a monk, don't talk, don't be gentle. Nine people were not shy before, and they realized that it is difficult for us prisoners to change our lives. I'm not worried about getting carried away at all, and I laugh at Feng for not teaching.
6. Silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and candles will drain the wick every night.
7, spring scenery, full of greenery, peaches and plums smile for spring, east and west, north and south, spring is always there, only teachers pay attention.
8. The fairies among fairies and fairies all know that Tammy's moon is round. If you can laugh, if that person doesn't want to, he will slap his fist sticky and turn around violently. If he is caught by fame and fortune, he will lose a good career.
9. East Palace White Bastard, South Temple Zen Master echoed from afar, with no thoughts in his heart.
10 Please listen to me.
1 1. Kneeling in front of our eyes leads to the secrets of our teacher's poems. I'm glad to know that I broke through my destiny, forgot my false appearance, wanted to get rid of my six desires to get married, and forgot the custom. When I want to forget my feelings, I will go to my teacher and decide to go to heaven in the future.
12, lazy to read classics, lazy to burn incense, full of alcohol, but knowing the ups and downs of life, it is better to distinguish right from wrong and ask questions with a long-term guest, instead of eating to the lips, so that the body will be vertical and the poor will be cured.
13, teachers are like candles, burning themselves and illuminating others.
14, falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud will protect flowers more.
15, three-foot platform, three-inch tongue, three-inch pen, three thousand peaches and plums.
16, a threesome, there must be my teacher.
17, the good is inspired by it, followed by guidance, followed by teaching, again neat, and the lowest is against it.
18, immortal is ethereal, too vain, too private and too secular. Fortunately, the right family is often unwilling to take responsibility for the sins of the family all day long. Those who are blessed will only be reluctant to come. How do you repay the kindness of your life?
19, ten years of trees, ten years of wind, ten years of rain, 100,000 columns.
20, only an inch of long grass is a little sentimental, and it is reported to be three spring rays.
2 1, the most glorious profession under the sun, the engineer of human soul.
5. What are the poems given to teachers after graduation?
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
(2) The wind and rain are frosty and lonely, and the firefly candle stars reflect the cold window.
The crane sends silver silk to reflect the sun and the moon, and its efforts are full of new flowers.
Once a teacher, always a father.
(5) A passage was given by my teacher.
Teacher, some people say that you are the pillar of the motherland, not that you are the pillar of the motherland, but that you support the backbone of our generation.
Teachers are the cultivators and sowers of beauty. It's you, shining with beautiful sunshine, nourishing beautiful rain and dew, and making our hearts green.
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.
Teacher, the light of wisdom we send out will always shine with the spark that you personally lit.
6. What are the poems praising the "teacher" in ancient and modern China and abroad?
1, a respected, learned and valuable hero. -Anonymous "Six Poems by Kuang Huan, Teacher of Tianjingsha"
2, your husband is full of peaches and plums all over the world, why not plant flowers in front of the hall. -Bai Juyi's "Planting Flowers in the Greenfield Hall in Gong Ling, Fenghe"
Silkworms in spring weave until they die, and every night the candles will weep their wicks away. -Li Shangyin "Untitled"
4. Who is in the realm of poetry, Zen and poetry? -Shang Liu "Reward Teacher"
Deep friendship is always in the dream of the soul, and deep gratitude is always in the heart. -anonymous "seven stunts, unforgettable teacher"
6, falling red is not a heartless thing, turned into spring mud to protect flowers. -Gong Zizhen's Ji Hai Miscellaneous Poems
7, peaches and plums are all over the world, and children are all over the world. -Han Yu's "Shi Shuo"
8, sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. -Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"
9. "Decline": I am well aware of Song Yu's bitterness, romance and elegance. He is also my teacher. -Du Fu's "The Second of Five Records of Places of Interest"
10, Lantingguan at the northern foot of Wentun Division. -Du Mu's Book in the Snow
1 1, I shouldn't be Zhao Xiong, I should be respected as the emperor's teacher. -Liu Ji's "Title Taigong Fishing Guard Map"
12, the surname of Huangfu, the spiritual teacher, was reelected in Yin and Zhou Dynasties. -Han Yu's "Send the Spirit Master"
13, the jade pot keeps the ice heart, and the brush writes the teacher's soul. Enthusiasm is like a father's language, and talk like a friend. -Bing Xin "Bing Xin"
14, respected, knowledgeable, looking forward to heroes. -Kuang Huanxue's Six Poems by Teacher Tianjingsha
15, the son of heaven is Rensheng, and Renxian is the teacher. -Du Mu's Book in the Snow