1. Verses of gratitude for the teachings of seniors
1. It’s really hard for you to work with such a bad-tempered senior. She is known to be domineering, selfish, and hates men. If it were a man, he would say that this senior has a clear distinction between public and private affairs, has a rigorous work attitude, and is not close to women.
2. We all have something to learn from our predecessors and peers. Even the greatest genius will never achieve much if he tries to rely solely on his unique inner self to deal with everything.
3. Accept the challenge from your juniors and then defeat spectacularly. This is the last mission as a senior and the final glory.
4. My seniors said: "Except for your family, your relatives, and your friends, no one will really listen to your complaints."
5. My seniors told I, on the way up the mountain, can only advance and cannot stop. If I don’t reach the top of the mountain, I will always be a loser.
6. Seniors are “people who are slightly ahead of me in the same darkness.”
7. Seniors are love potions that can be obtained for free. 2. I would like to express my gratitude to my predecessors for their Tang poems and Song lyrics
Cherish time
Spring flowers are a good thing, so you have to study early. Flowers bloom and sometimes fall, and life is easy to grow old.
Miscellaneous Poems, Gong Zizhen
It is pitiable that Kyushu relies on wind and thunder for its anger, and thousands of horses are silent. I urge God to cheer up and send down talented people in any way.
Xuemei Lu Meipo (Song Dynasty)
The plum blossoms and snow refused to fall in the spring, so the poet spent money on writing and commenting. The plum blossoms are three points whiter than the snow, but the snow loses the fragrance of the plum blossoms.
Thoughts on reading Zhu Xi (Song Dynasty)
As soon as the half-acre square pond is opened, the skylight and cloud shadows linger, I ask the canal how clear it is, so that there is a source of living water. .
Reading on a Winter Night by Zijin Luyou (Song Dynasty)
The ancients spared no effort in learning, and their skills were only accomplished when they were young and old. What they read on paper will always feel shallow, and they know that they must do it in earnest. Teacher, please express my gratitude to teachers and students. 3. What are the poems about gratitude
1. "The Wandering Son" Tang Mengjiao The thread in the hands of a loving mother, and the clothes on the wandering boy.
Before leaving, I am afraid of returning late. Whoever speaks of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring light.
2. "Farewell to My Mother" by Huang Zhongze of the Qing Dynasty. I tied up the curtains to worship my mother and went to the river beam. I was worried for a long time and my eyes were dry with tears. It was a miserable snowy night in Chaimen, and it was better to have no children than to have no children at this time.
3. In the "Fifteenth Year", King Anshi of the Song Dynasty sent his mother to Han ditch and left Bai Hanyin at home. When the moon comes out and Du Yu is heard, the north and the south are always concerned.
4. "Arrived Home at the End of the Year" by Jiang Shiquan of the Qing Dynasty. My love for my son is endless, and I am happy to return home. The cold clothes are densely stitched, and the letters home are freshly inked.
When we meet, I pity the thin man, and call him to ask about his hardships. I feel ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh in the dust.
5. "Mother Farewell Son" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty A mother bids farewell to her son, and a son bids farewell to his mother. The cry is painful in the absence of light during the day. The general of the Kansai Hussars, Xin Ce Xun was defeated last year.
The imperial edict gave two million in money, and Luoyang welcomed people like flowers. New people are welcomed and old people are abandoned, the lotus in the palm is a thorn in the eye.
It is not enough to be sad to welcome the new and abandon the old. It is sad to leave two children in your family. At first, he was helping to walk, and at the same time, he was sitting. He cried while sitting and held people's clothes while walking.
My mother and son have been separated for a long time because of the new Yanwan of your couple. It is not as good as the crows and magpies in the forest, the mother does not lose her young, the male and the female.
It should be like the peach and plum trees in the garden, the flowers falling on the branches with the wind. Newbies, newbies, listen to my words, Luoyang Unlimited Red Mansion Girl.
I hope that the general will be able to perform meritorious service again, and that there will be new people better than you. 6. "Motherly Love" by Yang Weizhen of the Yuan Dynasty A loving mother who loves her young, Zhao Jiaguangyi is the crown prince.
The steps of a dragon and a tiger change with each passing day, while a dog moves with an eagle and follows its trend. Isn't there a solitary child six feet below the knee? Ah Zhao and Amei are not crotches.
The ghost lights are blurry at night, and the heavy snow is falling. If all the officials do not hold Dong Hu’s pen, what will happen to the orphans and widowers? Suddenly, a silver pillar ax was poked on the ground in front of the bed, causing trouble for the books in the golden cabinet of King Han.
7. "Mo Xuan Tu" The crown of the king of Yuan Dynasty. The bright day lily flowers grow under the north hall. The south wind blows his heart, shaking it for whom? A loving mother leans on her door with love, but a wanderer's journey is painful.
The sweet messages are sparse every day, and the sound and questions are blocked every day. Looking up at the cloud forest, I feel ashamed to hear the words of the wise bird.
8. "Whose Son" by Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty. Whose son was neither crazy nor crazy, and he went to the king's house to praise the Taoist priest. The white-headed old mother covers the door and cries, and rolls up the broken sleeves of her shirt.
The bride with green eyebrows was twenty years old, and she was driven back home and cried through the city. Maybe he wants to learn how to play Feng Sheng, and admires Ling Fei as much as Xiao Shi.
It is also said that the customs of the time are based on ordinary people, and they strive to obtain noble positions through dangerous and strange practices. Although there are legends about gods, those who know them all know that they are delusional.
A sage, a king, and a virtuous person can be bullied, but why should he die in a poor mountain? Oh my brother, Yu Xincheng, I am willing to teach you from beginning to end.
It is not too late to punish him if he does not punish him. Whoever has sympathy for his friends and relatives can write this poem to me as a gift.
9. "Dan Ge Xing" by Wang Jian of the Tang Dynasty When a person is born, the sun begins to rise. Going up the mountain late, going down the mountain quickly.
Thirty-six thousand dynasties in a hundred years, the night will be strong for half a day. Singing and dancing must be done early. Yesterday is better than today.
People think that men and women are good at birth, but they don’t know that men and women make people grow old. Short song line, no music.
10. "Reply on behalf of the old man from Beizhou" Tang Zhang said that the old man was going to Beizhou with a salary, and he was worried about visiting his hometown in the north.
He said that the old man had three sons, and two of them had died in the yellow sand.
Now that the children have grown up, they will be drafted again next year after hearing the news. I know for sure that this separation will fall apart, and it will not be as good as being together in death and life.
Lend your fields and houses to your neighbors, and return to your hometown alone. In order to have many descendants in this life, who knows how much harder it is.
According to recent legends, the emperor respects martial arts and vegetables, and strengthens his troops to quell Hu Chen. There is a long-term strategy to stabilize the border and self-reliance, so there is no need to displace the Chinese.
11. "Great Night Works" by Tang Gaoshi The hotel is sleepless under the cold light, and the guest's heart becomes desolate. Tonight I miss my hometown thousands of miles away, and I am worried about another new year on my temples.
Farewell to my mother Huang Jingren. I bowed to my mother by the river beam, and my eyes were dry with tears. It was a miserable snowy night in Chaimen, and it was better to have no children than to have no children at this time.
Going west to Cimu's Tomb by Chen Quji. The sun's shadow is dim on the high mountain top, and there are few birds sitting alone at dusk. In the forest, I was dripping wine and weeping, but I didn't see Ding Ning telling me to go home early.
Feng Qiwu/Die Lianhua Liao Xingzhi My mother is kind and wishes you a long life. Blessings and protection for my family are rare in modern times.
Mrs. Qiu is over sixty-nine this year. Kang Ning can inherit my loving mother.
I wish Ci Wei many blessings. I wish you a long life with your mother.
A woman with double destiny. Huatang thousand-year-old longevity wine.
When I got home, my loving mother was surprised and asked, saying that it was time for the king and grandson to take off the gift.
First Look at the Huaishan Mountains by Huang Tingjian The wind fur coats and snow caps leave the forest, and the purple swallows and yellow orioles are already in the depths of summer. The ancients of San Ke have the meaning of wealth, and a loving mother wishes to return to her heart in one year.
How can I rest after a long journey? I can't help but look at the strength of the mountain when I'm sick. I want to see the setting sun three miles away, with cicadas hissing and the willows shady.
Send to Zhang Zhongmou Huang Tingjian Fortunately, Mr. Zhang, Qingqiu should be chanting bitterly. Clothed with loving mother's thread, pockets full of traveler's gold.
Say goodbye to Tianque sooner or later and return to comfort Lu Chen. Huang Hua has a bottle of wine. I hope I can pour it with you.
Mo Xuan Picture No. 1 Wang Mian The bright day lily flowers grow under the North Hall. The south wind blows his heart, shaking it for whom? A loving mother leans on her door with love, but a wanderer's journey is painful.
The sweet messages are sparse every day, and the sound and questions are blocked every day. Looking up at the cloud forest, I feel ashamed to hear the words of the wise bird.
Poem of Crying Mother Qu Qiubai When you are poor, you are no longer close, and your blue shirt has new tears. No one cares about hunger and cold on this day, and falls on the body of my beloved son in front of the soul.
Four-Character Poetry·Mother-Sacrifice Essay Mao Zedong: Oh, my mother died suddenly. He lived fifty-three years and had seven sons.
The remaining three of the seven sons are Dongmin Tan. Others are infertile, two girls and two boys.
Raising my brothers requires hard work and experience. Torture and torture lead to illness.
Thousands of people in the middle have a history of sadness. I can't bear to die and wait for Xu Wen to spit.
What I want to say now, there are only two ends: one is to be virtuous, the other is to hate bias. My mother is a high-spirited person who recommends fraternity above all else.
Far and near, close and distant, everything is covered. Kai's compassion and kindness moved the common people.
Love is as genuine as it gets. Don't tell lies, don't be deceptive.
Being neat and orderly, without any subtlety. Everything you read in your hand is organized.
He has a sophisticated mind and a clear mind. Nothing can be left behind, nothing can escape its form.
The cleansing wind spread throughout Qili. Not stained by a single speck of dust, both physically and mentally.
The five virtues are the most important ones. It fits his personality as if he were above.
The root of hatred lies at the end of the Three Cardinal Guidelines. If you have ambitions that are not fulfilled, you will not get what you want.
Mental pain is the best. The sky is as beautiful as the sky, and a corner of the earth is tilted down.
The next generation will bring up the children and bring them up to success. If it is not ripe, it will be between green and yellow.
Holding hands when you are sick makes your colon feel sad. But please let us all do our best.
My beloved again. Either it's natural kindness, or it's hard work.
All relatives, big or small, need to be repaid. In summary, it is the glory of Shengde.
You must be sincere, and the results will not be violated. Whatever is hated must be made up for.
I am thinking of you here, but my mind will not go beyond this. Nurturing with deep kindness, spring glow and mist.
When will you report it, there will be a sea of ??fine birds. Oh my mother, my mother is not dead.
Although the body is fleeting, the spirit is eternal. Every day in your life is the time to repay your kindness.
As long as you are alive, you will always be with your loved ones. Today's words are long, but time is short.
Just pull out the big end and leave it shallow. At this time, the family laid a memorial ceremony and drank all the wine.
There are words to say later, and they will grow with each passing day. "The Swallow Poetry Revealed to Liu Sou" Bai Juyi There are two swallows on the beam, a male and a female.
Between the two rafters holding mud, four children were born in one nest. The four children have long days and long nights, and they are asking for food diligently.
Caterpillars don’t. 4. Urgently looking for two verses about gratitude
My father gave birth to me, my mother bowed to me, carried me, raised me, raised me, nurtured me, cared for me, revived me, entered and exited me, desired. Repaying the virtue, Haotian is extremely ignorant. Holding the ring and knotting the grass, repaying the kindness with kindness, the silhouette of the solitary lamp is dwindling at night, looking at the child like a dragon, looking at the child soaring into the sky.
Youhu's temples are covered with cold frost, the waist of her skirt falls in spring, and the tips of her eyebrows rise in autumn. In the 32nd year, there were storms and waves, the rain and clouds disappeared, and my thoughts were like a flood.
In memory of the loving mother who has worked hard for half a lifetime and knelt down to nurse the lamb, I will repay her today.
-------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------- Gratitude poem When the white clouds drift away, who will stop wandering? The sea water beats the purple lily in the dreamland. The mermaid is there. Heaven smiles, ancient weddings, the color of champagne carries her song in the poppy bushes, departs, does hope remain, never gives up, the snowy forest, the elk's Christmas, the beautiful princess has fallen asleep, the legendary night sky, countless pearls, no one has picked them, the nest of time. The light of angel's flying wings crosses the garden of Babylon. Allah is a woman. Her incarnation is not the sun god's delicate daughter. The gorges in the desert are more luxurious than palaces. The river is the mother of living creatures. The holy waves permeate all things and endure forever. The colorful face is The rain illuminates the beautiful woman of ancient Egypt. When the white clouds drift away, her back is about to go away. The sea water laps at the purple lily in a dream. The mermaid is smiling in heaven. The prince's wedding. The color of champagne conveys her song among the poppies. The thread in the mother's hand is on the body of the wanderer.
Before leaving, I am afraid of returning late. Whoever speaks of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring light.
Confucius said: Parents are here, never travel far. I want to repay kindness, but I 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 bright free air. Sunshine, thank you for your sincere teachings, and your earnest instructions. I have grown up, but you are old. Who can say that a heart can repay three springs of sunshine? I will offer you a sincere filial piety. I wish you always good health, martyrs, and ambitions in their old age. Endless family affection: A loving mother loves her children not just for repayment. 〖Han〗Liu An: A child born in ten months is generous in kindness, but repayment in three lifetimes is light.
"Song of Encouraging Filial Piety" The prodigal son does not feel cold when his loving mother is present. "Song of Encouragement to Filial Piety" A thousand loves, a thousand kindnesses, a hundred hardships, who knows my parents who love me? "Children's Talk" The white-headed old mother covers the door and cries, and rolls up the sleeves of her shirt.
〖Tang〗Han Yu The mother's instrument hangs down, and the tube is glowing, and the night stand in Wusu is silent. "Collection of Proverbs" Whoever speaks from the heart will be rewarded with three rays of spring.
〖Tang〗 Meng Jiao In the past, Meng’s mother chose a neighbor. If you don't learn, you will lose your chance.
"Three Character Classic" I feel sorry for my parents, who gave birth to me. "The Book of Songs" Parents are of high moral character; their children are well-educated.
"Proverbs Couplet" People think that boys and girls are good, but they don't know that boys and girls make people grow old. [Tang Dynasty] Wang Jian: As a parent, the world is the best; as a child, the world is the most filial.
"Proverbs Lian Bi" My father gave birth to me, my mother bowed to me, caressed me, livestock me, grew me, nurtured me, took care of me and restored me. "The Book of Songs" If the father is unkind, the son will be unfilial; if the elder brother is not a friend, the younger brother will be disrespectful; if the husband is unjust, the wife will be disobedient.
〖Southern and Northern Dynasties〗Yan Zhitui In life, there are no virtuous fathers and brothers, no strict teachers and friends outside, and few people can succeed. [Song Dynasty] Written by Lu Gong: What my parents want to do, I will continue to describe; what my parents value, I will be kind to them.
"Lianbi of Proverbs" and Bing Xin's Paper Boat> Rabindranath Tagore's Golden Flower> In the eyes of parents, children are often a part of themselves, and children are an opportunity for their ideal self to come back again. ——Fei Xiaotong Mother is the first parent in the world; maternal love is the first love in the world.
——Zi Yan The only love in the world that has not been contaminated—that is maternal love. ——Zi Yan The most beautiful voice in the world is mother’s call! ---Dante When you are successful, everyone is a friend.
But only the mother - her companion in failure. Zheng Zhenduo Yin of the Wanderer Meng Jiao 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 of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring light.
The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun’s gift to me. Li Bai’s “Gift to Wang Lun” Friendship The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the coat on the wanderer’s body. Departure thick seam, meaning fear of delay in return.
Meng Jiao's "Wandering Zi Yin" Family love is the appreciation of the gift of life, gratitude is the relief of living conditions; gratitude is the care about what we have now, gratitude is the cherishment of limited life; gratitude is the appreciation of the gifts Gratitude is the tremor of caring for strangers... In each of our life journeys, we will meet many people worthy of memory and nostalgia, including relatives, lovers, classmates, friends, teachers... What should you do to care for them and help them? Learn to be grateful, have a grateful heart, and be a grateful person! Without sunshine, there would be no warmth of days; without rain and dew, there would be no harvest of grains; without water, there would be no life; without parents, there would be no ourselves; without family affection, love and friendship, there would be no warm companionship of love... Gratitude, Let us appreciate and cherish the people, things and things around us with a contented heart; be grateful, let us discover that life is so rich and rich in the days that are gradually dull and numb; be grateful, let us understand and taste the gifts of fate and the passion for life. Thank heaven and earth, thank fate, the world is wide and the road is bumpy, but as long as there is love and gratitude in our hearts, we will work hard and we can move forward.
With a grateful heart, every time I gently hum the melody of this song, a feeling of soul and life will always rise from my tired spirit.
grateful! For a long time, we have been carrying the burden of a greedy heart eager to have something.
We long for wealth, we long for success, we long for glory... We are always longing for it, but ignore everything we already have. Our desire covers the eyes of our souls. It makes us always ignore the gifts God gives us every day. It makes us always forget to be grateful for today because of our infinite expectations for the future.
Thanks! Without sunshine, there would be no warmth of the day; without rain and dew, there would be no harvest of grains; without water, there would be no life; without parents, there would be no ourselves; without family affection and love, the world would be dark and lonely. Although no one does not understand these simple truths, we always lack a grateful thought and mentality.
Thanks! "Whoever speaks from the heart of an inch of grass will reap three rays of spring"; "Who knows that every grain of food on the plate is a labor of hard work", the poems we recited when we were young are all about gratitude. The kindness of a drop of water is repaid by the spring; the grass is knotted in a ring to repay kindness. The ancient Chinese idioms that have lasted for many years tell us to be grateful.
However, how many of these ancient teachings have penetrated into our blood, and how many people still use them today. 5. What are the poems that express gratitude to the teacher?
1. "Listening to Master Ying Playing the Qin"
Han Yu (Tang Dynasty)
Intimate words between children and daughters, friendship and resentment. You.
Suddenly the situation became tense and the warriors went to the enemy's field.
Floating clouds and catkins have no roots, and the sky and the earth are vast and far away.
A flock of birds were chirping noisily, and suddenly a solitary Phoenix Emperor was seen.
If you can't reach the upper limit, you will lose your strength and plummet.
I have two ears to sigh, but I don’t know how to listen to the silk bamboo.
After hearing Master Ying play, he got up and sat aside.
Vernacular translation: Just like a pair of intimate children talking softly, two pretty friends gathered together to secretly narrate a sad song.
As bold as the wind, the flag is spread out. Who is singing loudly and shouting? There are warriors who are like electric horses, wielding long swords to kill the enemy and capture the king.
It turns into floating clouds and willow catkins without roots and roots, but the vast sky is round and the road is confusing.
The chirping, chirping, chirping is clearly the feather light rolling over the waves in the haze, and the shadowy shadows standing on the trees are hundreds of phoenixes facing the phoenix.
The cliffs are so overwhelming that it is difficult to climb up even a single step, and the black abyss and avalanche of rocks can still be heard roaring thousands of feet down.
I feel ashamed that I don’t have a pair of ears, but I am too unfamiliar with music and don’t know how to appreciate it.
After listening to the sound of your piano, it is soft and strong, which makes people feel uplifted and strong.
In a hurry, I stretched out my hand to cover the piano, tears already welling up in my eyes.
Master Ying’s good kung fu is truly extraordinary. Stop filling my chest with ice and fire.
2. "Untitled·It's hard to say goodbye when we meet"
Li Shangyin (Tang Dynasty)
It's hard to say goodbye when we meet. The east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered. .
The spring silkworms will not run out until they die, and the wax torch will not dry until it turns to ashes.
When I look into the mirror at dawn, I am worried about the clouds on my temples. When I sing at night, I should feel the cold moonlight.
There is not much way to get to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent in visiting.
Vernacular translation: It is a rare opportunity to meet, and it is even more difficult to part ways. Moreover, the weather of late spring with the east wind approaching, and the flowers withered, makes people even more sad.
Spring silkworms spin cocoons until they die and spin out all the silk. Candles burn out and turn to ashes before the tear-like wax drips dry.
When a woman looks in the mirror in the morning when she is dressed up, she is only worried that her lush, cloud-like hair will change color and her youthful appearance will disappear. If a man moans and cannot sleep at night, he must feel the cold moon encroaching upon him.
The other party's residence is not far away from Penglai Mountain, but there is no road to reach it and it is out of reach. I hope there will be a messenger like a blue bird who will diligently visit my lover for me.
3. "Five Poems on Ancient Relics·Part 2"
Du Fu (Tang Dynasty)
I know Song Yubei well, and he is also my teacher in elegance and elegance.
Looking forward to the future, I shed tears, depression is different from generation to generation.
The old house in Jiangshan is empty and empty, and the clouds and rain are desolate. How can I dream of it?
In the end, all the Chu palaces were destroyed, and the boatman’s advice is still doubtful.
Vernacular translation: Falling leaves are the result of a deep understanding of Song Yu’s sadness, and his elegance and elegance make him worthy of being my teacher.
Looking back at Qianqiu’s past, I shed tears of sympathy. My life experience is equally miserable, but it’s a pity that I was born at a different time.
The mountains and rivers are still there, and the old house is still there, leaving inscriptions in the air. The clouds and rain are desolate. Is it really a ridiculous dream?
The most regrettable thing is that the palace of King Chu has long since disappeared, and the boatman even pointed out the ruins, making it suspicious.
4. "Lovely Rain on a Spring Night"
Du Fu (Tang Dynasty)
Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.
The wild paths are all dark with clouds, but the river boats are only bright with fire.
Look at the red and wet places at dawn, and the flowers are heavy on the official city.
Vernacular translation: Good rain seems to choose its time and fall in the spring when all things emerge.
With the gentle breeze, quietly enter the night. Finely and densely, it nourishes all things on the earth.
Thick dark clouds cover the fields and paths, and little lights flicker on the fishing boats on the river.
Look at the flowers with dew tomorrow morning, Chengdu will be full of flowers.
5. "Feng He Ling Gong Plants Flowers in Lu Ye Tang"
Bai Juyi (Tang Dynasty)
Lu Ye Tang opened to occupy Wuhua, and passers-by gave instructions to Ling Gong's house.
Your Majesty has peaches and plums all over the world, so why bother planting more flowers in front of the hall?
Vernacular translation: After the Green Field Hall was built, it occupied the essence of all things. Passers-by pointed at the house and said it was Pei Linggong’s home.
Pei Linggong’s students are all over the world. Where is the need to plant flowers in front of the house and behind the house?