When I drink the water from the river, I think of the source of the river. When I learn something, I will thank my teacher.
2. Hsinchu is taller than the old bamboo branches and is supported by the old stems. -"Hsinchu" Qing: Zheng Xie
New bamboos are taller than old bamboos, and their growth is supported by old branches (metaphor for teachers).
3, the teacher is unforgettable, and there are thousands of peaches and plums. -"Unforgettable Teacher" Modern Liu Shaotang
It's hard to forget the kindness of the teacher, who teaches students all over the world.
The kindness of the host is more important than that of the parents. -"Qin Yu" Jin Dynasty: Ge Hong
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. The jade pot has a heart of ice, and the brush writes the soul of the teacher. Enthusiasm is like a father's language, and talk like a friend. -"Rewarding the Teacher" Tang Dynasty: Shang Liu
The jade pot is bing Xin, and the red pen writes the soul of the teacher. Vaguely recalling what the teacher said, my heart of teaching is like being a father, and I cherish the days when I get along with my teacher. Although I am separated from my master and apprentice, my friendship with my relatives and friends is the same.
2. Write a poem about the feelings between teachers and students. Silkworms in spring have to spin until they die, and candles have to be drained every night. Your work today is to build the future of the motherland; Your teaching is in the classroom, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland.
Your position will never change, but your footprints are everywhere; Your temples will turn gray one day, but your youth will last forever. On our way from naivety to maturity and from ignorance to civilization, you have 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.
Dear teacher, your sincere love has awakened a lot of confusion, cultivated a lot of self-confidence, ignited a lot of youth and destroyed many sails. 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. A passage was given by my teacher.
Gardener, lofty title, I wish you peaches and plums all over the world and spring glow. The river pushes us to the vast sea, and the dawn brings us a bright morning; Dear teacher, you have led us to a brilliant life.
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. 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! Your lecture is rich and colorful. Every chapter seems to open a window in front of me and let me see a beautiful new world ... 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 won't praise you! Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and happiness. Teacher, you are the sower of this hope and happiness! 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 are more like a nameless root, let the young trees grow sturdily, let the branches bear rich fruits, but ask for nothing in return. 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 turbulent as a rushing river ... Spring silkworm has never said anything to brag 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! Your lecture is rich and colorful. Every chapter seems to open a window in front of me and let me see a beautiful new world ... 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 won't praise you! Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and happiness.
Teacher, you are the sower of this hope and happiness! Teacher, you are a cultivator and a sower of beauty. You are the one who uses meiyang.
3. High-quality answers to poems about teachers and students' emotions
1. What happened today was yesterday's dream.
The precious feelings of teachers and students in those days
Spring breeze melts rain and moistens everything.
Young crops benefit from strong growth.
Teachers' virtues are widely praised.
Disciples feel sorry for the end of their lives.
Remember everything.
All the threads are asleep.
These cases are engraved on my mind.
Finally, the word "good" is always related to love.
Spend 300 days with you
Get along endlessly.
2. (Poetry) Teacher-student relationship
We are two trees in the forest.
I am Xiao Shu.
You are a big tree.
We stand together.
Learn from your deep love.
We are two leaves on a branch.
They are a pair of good friends who are happy in the breeze
I love you
You love me.
We are still two seedlings in the world.
I am Vivi.
You are the great temple.
Like a mother and daughter on the battlefield.
Laugh while growing up
until one day
A strong wind blew.
I'm still standing here
You are far away.
But I am still like a winter jasmine.
Looking forward to the spring breeze.
Looking forward to our reunion.
Although I'm looking forward to it
There are also deep gratitude and thoughts.
3. Lilacs
Stand on tiptoe,
Walking into the quiet yard,
We put a clove,
Plant it in the teacher's window.
Teacher, teacher,
Let its green branches and leaves,
Put your hand in your window,
Stay with you every night.
Teacher-
Green leaves rustle in the wind,
That was when we were in song for you,
Help you get rid of the fatigue of the day.
Teacher-
A tree full of flowers,
That's our smiling face,
Thank you for always supporting us.
It's late at night, and the stars are sleepy and blink.
Teacher, have a rest,
Let the flowers float into your dreams,
That dream must be sweet and fragrant.
The teacher's kindness is shared with the crescent moon.
Qingjian piano splits the gap in the night
fine hair
Suddenly active.
You are at such a moment.
Come to me.
pitch-dark night
The wings of the wind are flowing.
There must be tears from classmates who shine.
Your lens
Tear the dark side
You are inside and outside the window.
This is the wave of the heart lake.
Dancing in the shade of trees
You are like the crescent moon, full of thoughts.
You are from China.
Stone is the softest flower.
Lu Xun's hair is your sonorous words standing in history.
Beat the bone
Every inch of healthy skin.
My face is like the real copy of Liu Gongquan.
You can call out
Crisp syllables
I support you as a gentleman.
You suddenly laughed.
One of the most brilliant flowers.
Big and tender
You said the stone was the softest part.
Missing is the road in the dark.
I am your * * * scattered in the Jianghu.
With other disciples
Standing on the roadside of missing.
Review your difficult sentences.
My mind spits out new green and grows new branches day by day.
I know you're watching us.
Plant a deadly method.
Finding you is the wish of this life.
We can tell by looking at our faces.
Brothers and sisters stand in a row.
Pave the way for missing.
4. What poems describe the relationship between teachers and students? 1, silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drip the wick dry every night. -Li Shangyin
2. The higher the yang, the stronger the drillability. -The Analects of Confucius Zi Han
3. Hsinchu is taller than the old bamboo branches, supported by veteran cadres. -Hsinchu of Xie
4. Once a teacher, always a father. -Yuan Guan Hanqing's Book of Mingsha Stone Chambers, a squire tutor.
The kindness of the host is more important than that of the parents. -Jin's Diligence
6. Teacher or father. -Lu Chunqiu Persuasion
7. A gentleman takes his teacher as his close friend, so that he hates his thief. Xunzi cultivate one's morality
8. Learning is more important than respecting teachers. -Tan Sitong revised the articles of association of Liuyang Arithmetic Museum
9. A paragraph is a teacher. -Preface to Liang Qichao's China Historical Research Methods
10, a threesome, there must be my teacher how to choose the good and follow it, and change it. -The Analects of Confucius
5. What poems describe the relationship between teachers and students? 1. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night Tang Dynasty: Du Fu.
Original text:
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.
Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
Translation:
Good rain knows the solar terms of rain, and plants germinate and grow in spring.
As the spring breeze quietly falls at night, it silently moistens everything in spring.
On a rainy night, the field path was dark, and only the lights on the river boat flashed alone.
Looking at the flowers soaked in rain at dawn, they are beautiful and red, and the whole Jinguan City has become a world of flowers and flowers.
2, "Don't Xue Hua" Tang Dynasty: Wang Bo
Original text:
There are many difficult roads ahead, and only one person found his way in a hurry.
On the way of thousands of miles of frustration, lonely cold will destroy life, but a hundred years of body.
Thoughts are wandering and life is short.
Go or stay, it will be another person in the dream.
Translation:
I sent away one journey after another. There are many difficult roads ahead, and only one person is eager to find the way.
Sorrow and frustration, loneliness and cold on the journey of thousands of miles will only destroy the body of life for a hundred years.
You and I both drift with the tide, and life is equally bitter.
Whether you leave or stay, you will be the person in the other person's dream.
3, "Yishui to give people a beard" Tang Dynasty: Luo
Original text:
In this place, Jing Ke bid farewell to Yan Taizi Dan, and the strong man was sad and sorrowful.
No one was there at that time, and the water is still cold today.
Translation:
In this place, Jing Ke bid farewell to Yan Taizi Dan, and a strong man was filled with grief and indignation.
At that time, everyone was gone, and today's Xiao is still so cold.
4. "Send to Cheng Wei Li Shaofu" Tang Dynasty: Zhang Jiuling
Original text:
Nanchangwei, Fujian, leaving the pavilion for spring.
Wildflowers are eager to see, but woodbirds are fresh to hear.
If you don't get drunk, you won't return.
Knowing each other far and near, Wan Li is still a neighbor.
Translation:
It was spring when the Nanchang county commandant was sent away, and the pillars on the roadside were used to bid farewell to the distinguished guests.
The beautiful wild flowers are in full view, and the humming in the forest is still fresh.
Say goodbye to the county seat and set foot on the road home, and go back to the car to go to Baimajin.
Confidant friends, regardless of distance, are neighbors across Wan Li.
5, "Bees" Tang Dynasty: Luo Yin
Original text:
No matter underground or on the mountain, where there are flowers in full bloom, there are bees busy.
After picking flowers into honey, who will work hard for whom and who will be sweet?
Translation:
No matter on the flat ground, on the mountain, where flowers bloom in the wind, there are bees running.
Bee, you picked all the flowers and made nectar. Who have you worked hard for and who do you want to taste the sweetness?
6. What poems and paragraphs about teachers and students describe teachers' poems?
1, East Palace white bastard, Nansi Zen master. Seeing each other in the distance, there is nothing in my heart. -Bai Juyi
2. The teacher lives in the Gaodi Temple in Jiting, with an inclined corridor leaning against the clouds. -Zhang Ji's Sending Monks to Jiting Mountain Temple
3, there is no teacher in the world, so the old road is beneficial. -Liu Zongyuan
4, the prince stopped phoenix tube, the teacher Xiang Yan lyre. -Li Bai's "Jinling listens to the flute"
5, Wendaoxi scenery is good, the teacher passed again. -Zhang Ji's "Send Monks to Jinzhou"
6, the jade pot raises Bing Xin-Bing Xin "Bing Xin"
7. Hsinchu is taller than the old bamboo branches, supported by veteran cadres. New students will be born next year, and 100 thousand dragons and grandchildren will go around Fengchi. -Zheng Xie
8. I want to be a pillar of indomitable spirit. I've been running here and there for half my life, and now I'm sailing, and Yao Lu Mountain is high and long. -Anonymous Six Long History of Tianjingsha
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, the crane sends silver silk to reflect the sun and the moon, and the heart is full of blood. -Anonymous "couplets"
1 1, void is everywhere, like glass. No matter who reaches the realm of poetry, Zen has gone beyond poetry. -Shang Liu's Return to the Teacher
12, dare to say and do, no regrets. The storm thundered and thundered, and the eyebrows were raised. Who else in the world? -Anonymous "Six Poems by Wang Bencheng of Tianjingsha"
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. -Li Shangyin Untitled It was a long time before I met her, but it was even longer after we broke up.
14, Hsinchu is taller than the old bamboo branches, and it is all supported by old cadres. New students will be born next year, and ten dragons and grandchildren will go around Fengchi. -Anonymous "Hsinchu"