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?
No matter on the flat ground, on the mountain, where flowers bloom in the wind, there are bees running around. Bee, you picked all the flowers and made nectar. Who have you worked hard for and who do you want to taste the sweetness?
2. Ji Hai's Miscellaneous Poems Wuqing: 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 you leave Beijing, you will feel that you are at the end of the world, and a whip is drawn 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. Fenghe Gong Ling Lvyetang planted flowers-Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty.
The green field hall occupies the splendor of things, and passers-by show you your home. Your father is full of peaches and plums, so why plant a variety of flowers in front of the hall?
After the completion of the Green Field Hall, it occupied the essence of everything. Passers-by pointed to the house and said that it was Pei's home. Pei's students are all over the world. Where is it necessary to plant flowers in front of and behind the house?
Untitled time was long before I met her, but it was even longer after we separated-Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin.
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 are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! . (Pengshan Zuo Yi: Penglai)
The opportunity to meet each other is really hard to get, and it is even more difficult to leave when leaving. Moreover, the weather in late spring, when the east wind is about to harvest, makes people feel even more sad. Spring silkworms don't spin silk when they die, and wax oil like tears can drip dry when candles are burned to ashes.
Women dress up in front of the mirror in the morning, only worrying that the plump bangs will change color and the youthful appearance will disappear. Men can't sleep at night, so they must feel Leng Yue's aggression. The other party's residence is not far from Penglai Mountain, but there is no road to cross, but it is out of reach. I hope a messenger like a bluebird will visit my lover diligently for me.
5, "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"-Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
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.
Good rain seems to pick the right time, arrival in the spring when everything is born. With the breeze, quietly into the night. Fine and dense, nourishing everything on the earth. Thick dark clouds covered fields and alleys, and small lights were lit, and fishing boats on the river flashed. Look at the flowers with dew tomorrow morning, and Chengdu will be full of flowers.
2. Praise the teacher's hard poem "Reward the Teacher"
Don
There is nowhere in the void, like glass.
No matter who comes, Zen is full of poetry.
Six Poems Written by Sand King in Tianjin
Unknown author
Dare to say and do, no regrets.
The storm thundered and thundered, and the eyebrows were raised. Who else in the world?
A distant teacher
Tang Bai Juyi
East palace white bastard, South Temple Zen master.
Seeing each other in the distance, there is nothing in my heart.
Seeking harmony, respecting teachers and retiring
Tang Libai
The mountain peak is steep, and Capricorn's day is free from the memory of that year.
Dial the clouds to find the ancient road, lean against the trees and listen to the flowing water.
Warm flowers lie on green cows, white cranes sleep on high pine branches.
Talk to the teacher, the river has been shrouded in dusk, I want to walk alone in the cold mountain clouds.
Hsinchu
thank
New bamboo is taller than old bamboo, and their growth is supported by old branches.
New students will be born next year, and ten dragons and grandchildren will go around Fengchi.
Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night.
Don du fu
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.
Thoughts on writing on the blackboard
Unknown author
Choose words carefully, you need to chew to extract the essence.
Half an acre of square pond is full of running water, so it takes great pains to raise new seedlings.
"Four unique skills, unforgettable teachers"
Unknown author
Love at first sight is too hasty, and the school flowers are a few degrees red.
Deep friendship is always in the dream of the soul, and deep kindness is always in the heart.
moral integrity
Unknown author
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.
A few lines of light words will accompany you for a lifetime.
I hope that the latecomers can successfully report to the master.
Main silkworm
anonymous
It takes half a generation to teach children and daughters.
White hair, sweet milk for life.
Fantastic Yaotai
Unknown author
Like a dream, I know the jade girl is coming.
The singer is far away, and the flowers are lingering.
Laugh at my leisure three times and miss you seven times.
With red leaves, there are countless poems and wines.
Praise the teacher's hard-working ancient poems untitled long before I met her, but they were separated longer than us, and the east wind started and a hundred flowers blossomed.
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 are not many roads from Pengshan to Pengshan. Oh, bluebirds, listen! -Give me what she said! Kua teacher's poem1:★★★★ Four spring breezes turned into rainy days, and several autumn rains washed away the gaps. Black hair and frost weave the sun and the moon, and chalk writes the spring and autumn without words.
Before the spring is old, the silk spits, and the candle tears turn into gray and autumn is thicker. Peach and plum are sown in three thousand gardens in spring, and Qiu Lai is rich in China fruits.
I love my teacher. A teacher is like a red candle, which ignites the fire in the students' hearts, but burns itself until the red candle turns to ashes. Teachers, like gardeners, feed our flowers, but work hard for themselves until their physical strength is exhausted.
We must become the pillars of the country when we grow up! The teacher is so selfless! Ah! Teacher, we love you! ★★★★ Praise the teacher's poem 3: ★★★-Teacher, hard work-lead us into the spacious classroom and teach us a wealth of knowledge? 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! ★★★★ Praise the teacher's poem 4: ★★★★ 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, teachers' enthusiasm is like the sun, teachers' teaching is like spring rain, teachers' style is like green leaves, teachers' career is like a tree, and our teachers are good. ★★★★★★ Praise the teacher's poem 5: ★★★★★★★ You give a flower, I give a flower, let's make a big wreath and give it to 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.
★★★★ Praise the teacher's poem 6: ★★★★ September, 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.
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. Because of you, the world is so civilized. You are a bright light to find your tutor for the lost children. You are an angel. Praise the teacher. Psalm 8: Praise the teacher for getting gold from life for others. You can only get flowers. Your gold is the morning sun. Your money is yours.
I found this poem to praise the teacher's hard work. Please show me:
( 1)
★★★★ Praise the teacher's poem: ★★
You present a flower,
I present a flower,
Let's weave a big wreath,
Dedicated to my dear teacher and mother.
You gave the seeds,
As warm as the sun;
You sweat,
Water the seedlings.
Your eyes are like bright stars,
Shining with charming brilliance;
Your song is like a spring stream,
Brought 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,
Will always be a flower of yours.
(2)
A teacher's job is a song.
A teacher's job is a song,
Happy and happy.
Stars are moving, flowers are blooming and dying,
Philosophical lyrics,
Like a gurgling river,
Immersed in my heart,
Flowing into my heart,
A teacher's job is a song.
I went from green seedlings,
Grow into the flowers of the motherland,
Inspire and teach loving mothers' love,
It is difficult for me to tell a short story.
I can't forget that busy figure day and night.
Learn the selfless character of spring silkworm.
On the occasion of Teachers' Day,
A bunch of blooming flowers,
I wish the teacher work and life,
As beautiful and charming as flowers,
Happy forever.
(3)
Who-led the ignorant us into the spacious classroom,
Teach us a wealth of knowledge?
It is you! Teacher!
With your hard work and sweat,
Raising the tender seedlings that have just broken ground in spring.
Who is it?-naughty us.
Education should be considerate and helpful?
It is you! Teacher!
Your care is like a warm spring breeze.
It warms our hearts.
Who is it-young us?
Cultivate a mature and sensible teenager?
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!
That's all I can do, teacher.
Teacher-you are like a drizzle in spring,
Moisten flowers, irrigate the earth,
We are sucking the drizzle and growing.
Teacher-you are like the autumn breeze,
Blow the yellow land, call gold to rice,
We had 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!
Hope to adopt ~ \ (≧▽≦)/~, and wish the landlord a happy day!
5. Poems praising teachers' selfless dedication 1. All the flowers are gathered into honey, so whoever works hard will be sweet —— Luo Yin's The Bee
2. But before he conquered, he was already dead, and the heroes kept crying on their coats-Du Fu, a scholar (Tang).
3. Sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently. -(Tang) Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night
4. Spring silkworms must spin until they die, and candles must drain the wick every night-(Tang) Untitled by Li Shangyin.
5. Falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more-(Qing) Gong Zizhen's "Yi Hai Za Shi"
6. Hsinchu is taller than the old bamboo branches, and it is supported by old cadres-Hsinchu in Zheng Xie.
7. Your husband has many peaches and plums all over the world, so why should he plant a variety of flowers in front of the hall? Bai Juyi's Planting Flowers in Your Husband's Green Field Hall
8. "Decline": I am well aware of Song Yu's sadness, romance and elegance, and he is also my teacher-Du Fu's "The Second of Five Poems"
9. When I am wrong, I should be respected as a teacher-Liu Ji's Taigong Fishing for Wei Tu
10. Since Wen Ying played the piano, he got up and sat on one side-Han Yu listened to Ying Shi play the piano.
6. Poems about Kua teacher ★★★★ Kua teacher's poems1:★★★★★ Four spring breezes and several autumn rains washed the gap.
Black hair and frost weave the sun and the moon, and chalk writes the spring and autumn without words. Before the spring is old, the silk spits, and the candle tears turn into gray and autumn is thicker.
Peach and plum are sown in three thousand gardens in spring, and Qiu Lai is rich in China fruits. I love my teacher. A teacher is like a red candle, which ignites the fire in the students' hearts, but burns itself until the red candle turns to ashes.
Teachers, like gardeners, feed our flowers, but work hard for themselves until their physical strength is exhausted. We must become the pillars of the country when we grow up! The teacher is so selfless! Ah! Teacher, we love you! ★★★★ Praise the teacher's poem 3: ★★★-Teacher, hard work-lead us into the spacious classroom and teach us a wealth of knowledge? 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! ★★★★ Praise the teacher's poem 4: ★★★★ 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, teachers' enthusiasm is like the sun, teachers' teaching is like spring rain, teachers' style is like green leaves, teachers' career is like a tree, and our teachers are good. ★★★★★★ Praise the teacher's poem 5: ★★★★★★★ You give a flower, I give a flower, let's make a big wreath and give it to 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. ★★★★ Praise the teacher's poem 6: ★★★★ September, 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. 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. Because of you, the world is so civilized. You are a bright light to find your tutor for the lost children. You are an angel. Praise the teacher. Psalm 8: Praise the teacher for getting gold from life for others. You can only get your flowers. Gold is the sunrise, your silver is the fifteenth moon, but you are still whistling happily, your pride is the fragrance of peaches and plums, you are a candle, shining with faint candlelight; You are a gardener, shedding hard sweat and shining; Ah! Teacher-you trained me to be an adult and let me shine for the motherland; Ah! Teacher-you taught me how to be a man, and your hard work flows in my blood! Teacher, who led us into the spacious classroom with difficulty and taught us rich knowledge? It is you! Teacher! With your hard sweat, you have nurtured the tender seedlings that have just broken ground in spring.
Who-who educated naughty us into understanding and helpful people? 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! Miss the gardener. Everything in the past will become a kind nostalgia-teacher, I miss my middle school days, my alma mater, and you ... If time can go back, let me go back to my student days-dear teacher, how I want to listen to your earnest teachings again ... Your voice often rings in my ears after a long time.
7. Poems praising the teacher's selfless dedication 1, silkworms in spring have to spin until they die, and candles in countless nights will drain the wick. -Don Li Shangyin Untitled It was a long time before I met her, but it was even longer after we parted.
Spring silkworms don't spin silk until they die, and tear-like wax oil can only drip dry when candles burn to ashes.
2, falling red is not heartless, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers. -Qing Gong Zizhen's "Jihai Miscellaneous Work"
I quit my job and came 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.
Your husband is full of peaches and plums, why not plant more flowers in front of the hall? -Tang Bai Juyi's "Planting Flowers in the Wind Lotus Green Field Hall"
Pei Gongling's students are all over the world. Where is it necessary to plant flowers in front of the door?
4. Hsinchu is higher than the old bamboo branches, and it is all supported by old cadres. -Hsinchu of Xie
New bamboo is taller than old bamboo, and their growth is supported by old branches.
5, sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. -Tang Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"
Spring rain falls quietly at night with the spring breeze, silently moistening everything on the earth. Describe a person's help and concern for others without leaving a trace and asking for nothing in return.
8. Praise the teacher's kindness. Praise the teacher's good words
Blockbuster: A metaphor for doing amazing things at once without special performance.
Do your best: do your best.
Pain: a metaphor for thinking hard and trying hard.
Tutor: A mentor who can teach and help others.
One-word teacher: refers to a teacher who can correct typos or point out that a word is inappropriate in a sentence.
Praise the teacher's good sentences
1) Teachers are like candles, burning themselves and illuminating others.
2) Your teacher's love is the greatest and cleanest in the world!
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
4) Teacher, the engineer of human soul, who is not praising you!
5) The teacher is a red candle, lighting himself to illuminate others; The teacher is a spring silkworm, spitting out the last trace.
6) Your love is more severe than father's love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than friendship.
Your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze and as sweet as a clear spring.
8) Teacher, you are the cultivator and sower of beauty.
You are like a candle. Although thin, but a little hot, a little light, illuminate others, but also exhausted themselves.
10) a piece of chalk, a clean slate, a three-foot platform, four seasons of cold and heat, five nights of cock crow, six arts courses, seven-step talents, peaches and plums in all directions, Kyushu children, very respectable. Teacher, today is Teacher's Day. Wish you a happy holiday.
1 1) The teacher's serious rectangular face is wearing a pair of black wide-brimmed glasses, and two small eyes are shining behind the glasses; Two corners of the mouth are always closed, and they don't like to talk at ordinary times. As far as I can remember, he seems to be wearing only a semi-old blue dress, and his sleeves are always pulled. Whenever class is over, he puts the book under his arm, puts the remaining half piece of chalk in his pocket, lowers his head, and slowly walks to his office step by step like a footprint.
12) Teacher Liao Yuan, give me a word. She is not only beautiful, but also exudes a temperament that ordinary people don't have, which is very attractive. In fact, our classmates like her so much because she loves to laugh. In fact, everyone smiles beautifully, so this is the gap between our Chinese teacher and her.
13) The female teacher's surname is Song. Because she is young, she is no more than ten years old. So we all call her Miss Song, and some female students kindly call her Big Sister. Teacher Xiao Song is tall and dressed simply. There are two arch eyebrows on the face of melon seeds, a pair of bright and sharp eyes embedded under the arch eyebrows, and a glib mouth. Teacher Xiao Song tied two long ponytails and dragged them to his shoulders.
14) It is she who nourishes the delicate flowers of our motherland. She is like an industrious gardener, nurturing our growth and teaching us knowledge. She is of medium height, with brown curly hair, white oval face and a pair of glasses on her high nose, which covers her calm and bright eyes. There is also a glib tongue and a pair of sensitive ears. She's easy to get in, and she's very careful in class. When giving lectures, she often uses life examples or some historical stories to analyze difficult problems, so that we can learn knowledge while listening to stories, which makes me never tire of listening.
Mr Shen is about forty years old. He is not tall, a little thin and has a kind smile. Although Miss Shen's eyes are a little small, she is dignified in class. When his eyes stare, anyone who sees them will immediately sit down and listen carefully. He smiled and narrowed into a line, like a robot cat to lose weight. Very interesting.
16) The teacher's surname is Shen. She is an English teacher at Xiaoxing English Tutoring School. Although Miss Shen is not tall, she is versatile and knowledgeable. Usually, Mr. Shen wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses and looks particularly like a doctor. This is exactly what I said-"concentration is the essence".