1. Ancient poems about the teacher’s great spirit
Ancient poems about the teacher’s great spirit 1. Poems praising the teacher’s selfless dedication
1. The arrival of spring silkworms The silk will be exhausted only when it dies, and the wax torch will turn to ashes before tears dry up: the spring silkworm will spin silk until it dies, and it will stop spinning only when it dies.
The candle was lit until it went out. Use natural phenomena to express a great spirit of dedication.
--Li Shangyin's "Untitled" 2. Peaches and plums are silent and make their own mistakes: Peaches and plums have fragrant flowers and sweet fruits. Although they cannot speak, they still attract people to enjoy the flowers under the tree and taste them. The fruit, and even a path under the tree, is a metaphor for a person who has won people's respect with his sincerity and noble character. --- "Historical Records: Biography of General Li" 3. Sneak into the night with the wind, moistening everything silently: The spring rain falls quietly in the night with the spring breeze, silently moisturizing all things on the earth.
Describes a person's help and care for others without leaving any trace and without asking for anything in return. --- Du Fu's "Spring Night Happy Rain" 4. Falling red flowers are not heartless things, they turn into spring mud to protect flowers: The flowers falling from the trees in autumn are not heartless. They leave the big trees just to turn into nutrients in the spring soil. To ensure that the flowers bloom better next year.
Show a spirit of unwillingness to give up, continue to struggle, and selfless dedication. ---Gong Zizhen's "Miscellaneous Poems of Jihai" 5. Once a teacher, always a father: Students should serve their teachers with the same respect as they serve their fathers. They should not only learn the teacher's cultural knowledge and moral conduct, but also learn how the teacher speaks. Methods and techniques.
Even if I am your teacher for only one day, I must respect you as your father for the rest of your life. When three people travel together, there must be my teacher. 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. The silk is not old even if it is spun out in spring, and 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. Or, modern poetry? 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 of silk until they die, and the wax torches will turn to ashes before their tears dry up. The morning mirror is full of worry, but the clouds on the temples have changed, and the moonlight is cold when I sing at night.
There is no way to go from Pengshan. The bluebird diligently visits and praises the teacher. I remember your powder-stained hands. I remember your charitable teachings. I remember your new additions. Because of you, many students can become talented. Because of you, the world is so civilized. Teacher, you are the beacon to find home for the children who have lost their way. Teacher, you are the angel. September is dedicated to teachers. September arrives 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 gift of September, all the teachers who are working hard on the education front.
Teacher praises others for getting 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 still whistle happily. Your pride is the fragrance of peaches and plums. Celebrate Teacher's Day poems and articles - Teacher, thank you for your hard work. Who brought us ignorant people into the spacious classroom and taught us a wealth of 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! 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.
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, and the teacher’s career is like a big tree. Our teachers are just good.
2. What are the poems that describe the selfless dedication of teachers?
1. "The spring silkworms will not run out until they die, and the wax torches will turn to ashes before their tears dry up." - Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
Meaning: The spring silkworm spins its cocoon and spins out the silk only when it dies, and the candle cannot drip dry until the tear-like wax is burned out and turns to ashes.
2. "Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers." - Gong Zizhen of the Qing Dynasty
Meaning: When I resign and return home, it is like falling from the branches. Flowers fall, but they are not ruthless things. They turn into spring soil and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation.
3. If you don’t say anything, you will create your own trouble. - Western Han Dynasty: Sima Qian
Translation: The peach tree does not attract people, but because it has flowers and fruits, people walk around under it, forming a path.
4. After collecting the honey from hundreds of flowers, for whom does it work hard and for whom does it taste sweet? -Tang Dynasty: Luo Yin
Translation: Bee, you have gathered all the flowers and turned them into nectar. Who have you worked hard for, and who do you want to taste the sweetness?
5. Sneak into the night with the wind, moistening things silently---Du Fu's "Spring Night Happy Rain"
Translation: The spring rain falls quietly in the night with the spring breeze, moistening silently Touching all things on earth. Describes a person's help and care for others without leaving any trace and asking for nothing in return.
3. Verses praising the teacher’s selfless dedication
1. The spring silkworms will not be exhausted until they die, and the tears will not dry until the hundreds of wax torches turn to ashes. ——Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty, "Untitled·It's hard to say goodbye when we meet"
Translation: Spring silkworms spin cocoons only when they die, and candles need tear-like wax when they burn out and turn to ashes. Drip dry.
2. Falling red flowers are not heartless things, they turn into spring mud to protect flowers. ——-Gong Zizhen of the Qing Dynasty, "Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai"
Translation: When I resign and return home, I am like a fallen flower falling from a branch, but it is not a ruthless thing and has turned into the soil of spring. , and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation.
3. Your Majesty has peaches and plums all over the world, so why bother planting more flowers in front of the hall? ——Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty "Planting Flowers in the Green Wild Hall of Lord Pei Linggong"
Translation: Pei Linggong's peach and plum students are all over the world. Where is the need to plant flowers in front of the door and behind the house?
4. New bamboo branches are higher than old bamboo branches, all because of the support of old stems. ——Zheng Xie, Qing Dynasty, "Hsinchu"
Translation: Newly grown bamboos are taller than old bamboos, and their growth is entirely supported by old branches.
5. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently. ——Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, "Joyful Rain on a Spring Night"
Translation: The spring rain falls quietly in the night with the spring breeze, quietly nourishing all things on the earth. Describes a person's help and care for others without leaving any trace and asking for nothing in return.
4. Poems about the greatness of the teacher
1. The spring silkworms will not run out until they die, and the wax torch will turn to ashes before the tears dry up. ——Li Shangyin's "Untitled·It's hard to say goodbye when we meet"
2. Four spring breezes bring preparations,
Several autumn rains wash away the gap.
The black hair accumulates frost and weaves the sun and the moon,
The chalk writes the Spring and Autumn without words.
Spring is not old when all the silk is spun,
Autumn is even more sad when the tears of candles turn to ashes.
Thousands of peaches and plums are sown in spring, and China will be filled with fruits in autumn.
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1. Untitled·It’s hard to say goodbye when we meet
Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
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.
Translation:
The opportunity to meet is really rare, and it is even more difficult to part ways. Moreover, the weather of late spring is about to end with the east wind, and the flowers have faded, which 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 way to get there 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.
2. Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai·Part 5
Qing Dynasty: Gong Zizhen
The sun is setting in the day when I am about to leave, and I sing my whip to the east and point to the end of the world.
Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers.
Translation:
The vast sadness of farewell extends to the distance where the sunset sets in the west. After leaving Beijing, I wave my riding whip eastward and feel as if I am at the end of the world.
When I resign and return home, I am like a fallen flower falling from a branch, but it is not a ruthless thing. It turns into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation.
3. Happy rain on a spring night
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
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.
Looking at the red and wet place at dawn, the flowers are heavy on the official city.
Translation:
Good rain seems to choose the right time to 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.
4. Bee
Tang Dynasty: Luo Yin
Regardless of the flat land or the top of the mountain, the infinite scenery is occupied.
After collecting hundreds of flowers into honey, for whom does it work hard and for whom is it sweet?
Translation:
Whether it is on the plains or in the mountains, where the flowers are blooming in the wind, there are bees running around.
Bee, you gather all the flowers and turn them into nectar. Who do you work hard for, and who do you want to taste the sweetness?
5. Historical Records
Western Han Dynasty: Sima Qian
The peach and plum trees do not speak, but they make their own mistakes.
Translation:
The peach tree does not attract people, but because it has flowers and fruits, people walk around under it, forming a path.