The poem about the teacher ends with 1. The end of the poem describing the teacher.
Sensitive and studious m ǐ né rà o xué min: smart; Good: preference. Gifted, smart and eager to learn.
Forget to eat and sleep. Stop. I forgot to sleep and eat. Describe to concentrate on your efforts.
This is no joke. Metaphor is very important, not for fun.
Flying beads splash jade fē i zhjià n yī describes water splashing as pearl jade.
Unusual ideas f ē i chá ng zh and mó u are very: unusual. This is no ordinary conspiracy. Refers to a plot to usurp the throne.
Nonsense fèi huà lián piān described too much unnecessary nonsense in an article or speech.
Innocent girl, f ē i ni m: o y ī ré n: attachment. Birds snuggle up to people. Metaphor is attached to the powerful. It also symbolizes the petite, submissive and amiable form of children and girls.
Non-Chinese race fēi wǒ zú lèi race: people of the same race. Refers to people who are different from themselves.
A moth to a fire is a metaphor for self-destruction.
Sand and stones fly, sand and stones fly. Describe the wind rush.
Unusual: Ordinary. The description of people and things is outstanding and different from the general.
I am so sad that I can't even send it away.
Not equal, fēI tóng dūng Xián: no; Idle: ordinary, ordinary. Refers to a serious situation or an important thing that cannot be ignored.
It must be me: no; Genus: subordinate. I can't belong to anyone but me.
Non-torture: cruel corporal punishment outside the law. Refers to the use of cruel corporal punishment for interrogation to obtain a confession.
Eat fat and drink fat, eat and drink freely.
Fat water does not flow to outsiders. FéishuǐbüLuòwàIérén tián Fertile Water: Borrowing Benefits. Do not let others benefit.
Work hard, fèI láo xρn needs hard work and thinking.
2. A poem that wishes the teacher at the end
Bai Juyi, a Tang poet in Yuan Dynasty
East palace white bastard, South Temple Zen master. Seeing each other in the distance, there is nothing in my heart.
Untitled time is a long time before I met her, but it has been even longer since Tang Li Shangyin broke up.
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 when the torch turns to ashes, tears will flow dry.
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. Not far from her charming mountain, oh, bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
"Jihai Miscellaneous Work" Qing Gong Zi Zhen
Only the great explosive power of lightning can make the land of China exude vitality, but the social and political situation is not angry, but a kind of sadness. I advise God to cheer up and not stick to certain norms to belittle more people.
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.
"Apprentice" Liu Tang Shang
There is nowhere in the void, like glass. No matter who reaches the realm of poetry, Zen has gone beyond poetry.
"Spring rain is coming, the wind is full" Tang 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.
3. Praise the end of the teacher's poem
First of all, hello, teacher.
You are a hard gardener.
Make dew with knowledge
Cultivate the flowers of the motherland
You are a selfless candle
devote oneself to
Burn yourself and light others.
you said
There are students everywhere; There are students all over the country [the world].
This is your lifelong wish.
On a three-foot platform
Smart and brave.
Is your eternal attachment
Fly on the blackboard
This is your sweat
Tip flow
This is your expectation.
You use your motherly hands
Soothe thousands of hearts
Hold up Qian Qian's dream.
Realize all hopes
Teacher, teacher
You use love and persistence
Adhere to the glorious cause of people's teachers
You use a high degree of professional ethics and integrity
Fulfill the sacred duty of people's teachers
You use profound knowledge.
Cultivate the pillars from generation to generation
In this mature September
I am full of gratitude.
Welcome your festival.
Please let me say sincerely:
Hello, teacher.
Teacher, you have worked hard.
Wish you a happy holiday!
Second, the poem dedicated to the teacher
Send you a bunch of flowers.
Express our respect for you;
Send you a touching song,
Bring you a little sweetness.
Teacher-you have worked hard,
You took us through the storm,
It was you who fed us with the nutrition of knowledge.
But never ask for anything in return.
It was you who answered all the difficult questions for us.
You told us:
When encountering difficulties,
Don't give up easily.
Since then, in our lives,
Always full of joy.
A lot less trouble,
Added a fortitude.
Another harvest autumn,
You still have a marker in your hand.
Painted a beautiful blueprint,
Peaches and plums that nourish the motherland.
It's midnight, and you're still preparing your lessons carefully.
You are still recalling our success in your sleep.
We are flowers in full bloom in spring,
It was you who played a wonderful melody for us.
You are a diligent gardener,
We will remember your words.
Take every step of your life,
Friendly, bodybuilding, realistic and enterprising!
Hello, teacher San.
How many people do you teach?
They all cry for you.
But when they really understand you,
you
Already tired.
blindly
Humpback!
Sing a beautiful song-the teacher's song. The teacher is the gardener, and I am the seed; The teacher is the sun and I am the moon; The teacher is the equation, I am the unknown; The teacher is a paintbrush and I am a picture book. It is the teacher who is watering us and illuminating us; It is the teacher who leads us into the door of knowledge and the colorful world.
The end of the poem about the grateful teacher in grade 4.4.
1, "Thank you, teacher"
You are the morning star at night.
You are the clear sky during the day.
You are a breeze under the scorching sun.
You are the eaves in the rain.
You are the sea;
You are mountains and rivers.
You have shaped my soul.
You are a rocket carrying a satellite.
You are a compass at sea.
You're, like, into it,
You pay.
You are our most beloved teacher.
2. Hard gardener
How many years of seasonal cycles, how many spring, summer, autumn and winter,
You are a red candle burning bright life,
How much blood and sweat, not seeking fame and history.
You spread the fire of wisdom with true feelings.
Just like the spring silkworm gave her lifelong loyalty,
Just like Dong Mei singing the song of early spring.
How many sleepless nights, how many times the lights are on,
In the long night, there is a figure at your desk.
Add China hair to the hair, and the three-foot platform laughs.
You shorten the distance between heart and heart with love.
You are the sunshine that melts the cold ice and snow,
You are the guide to lead people out of the maze of science.
Ah! Glorious teachers and hardworking gardeners!
The fragrance of peaches and plums is your joy, silently dedicating your selfless heart.
Ah! Glorious teachers and hardworking gardeners!
The fragrance of peaches and plums is your joy, silently dedicating your selfless heart.