Author: 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! .
Translation:
It's hard to meet each other, and it's even harder to leave, not to mention in this late spring when the east wind is weak and the flowers are withered.
Spring silkworms don't spin silk when they die, and wax oil like tears can drip dry when candles are burned to ashes.
Dress up in the morning and look in the mirror. I'm only worried that the clouds in my hair will change color and my face will disappear. I can't sleep alone in the long night, so I must feel Leng Yue's aggression.
Penglai Mountain is not too far from here, but there is no road to cross. Please visit me diligently by a messenger like the bluebird.
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Creative background:
At the age of fifteen or sixteen, Li Shangyin was sent to Yuyangshan by his family to learn Taoism. In the meantime, he met and fell in love with Song Huayang, a female Taoist priest in Yuyang Mountain, but their feelings could not be known to outsiders, so he could only remember them with poems. Most of Li Shangyin's poems on Untitled are about their love. This poem is one of them.
This poem expresses the love psychology in a feminine style. It contains burning desire and persistence in sorrow, and its emotional realm is profound and rich.
2. Praise the teacher's poem 1. I'm full of peaches and plums, so I don't have to be partial to this. -Song Qiang's Yi Yun and Planting Flowers
Interpretation: My master students are all over the world, so there is no need to wait here.
2, 3,000 peaches and plums are all over the world, and poetry is sighing. -Modern Ye Yunfeng's "I wish Teacher Chen 60 degrees and seize happiness"
Interpretation: Students are everywhere in the world, and people praise his talent with poems.
I am a believer in the world, and I am grateful to my friends. -Wang Song Mai "Thanks to the Government for Giving Money"
Interpretation: The world is a teacher's student, and I am grateful for your appreciation.
4. In spring, silkworms will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. -Don Li Shangyin "Untitled"
Interpretation: Spring silkworms spit out silk until they die, and candles burn to ashes to drip dry teardrop wax oil.
3. Praise the teacher's poem. Within 60 words, the spring is strong, the tears are thick in autumn, and the mountains and rivers in Yao Lu are always flowing, with no regrets and pride.
The storm raged. Bringing together heroes from all sides, who else in the world?
Half a lifetime, the teacher praised the spring breeze four times, and the autumn rain washed the gap several times. This world allows me to do things freely and aboveboard. Peach and plum are sown in three thousand gardens in spring, and Qiu Lai is rich in China fruits.
2. The teacher's name is Kuang Huanxue. He is highly respected, knowledgeable and values heroes. The weather, location and people are harmonious, and the pen is amazing.
3. Wang Bencheng dares to say and do, and now he sails and sails. Peach and plum are sown in three thousand gardens in spring, and Qiu Lai is rich in China fruits.
6. Yi Xian intends to see the Wan Li world and the infinite future. The world was shocked by this prodigy who returned to Yaotai.
Four spring rains have taken precautions, and several autumn rains have washed away the gap, and the sky, the earth and the sea. Tianjingsha (1) has a long history.
Black hair and frost weave the sun and the moon, and chalk silently writes the spring and autumn? 4. Huilan Pavilion is for the country, the family and the people. Blue sea, blue sky and white clouds, the sun, the moon and the stars will accompany you all your life.
Guan Zhongtu is an honest man and a famous teacher. 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.
4. Urgently ask for a poem about the teacher.
Stubby millet seedlings, rain and frost, [1]
Zhao was relieved when everyone walked south on the road. [2]
I let my webbed, I drove my cow, [3]
The trip is over. Why don't you go home today? [4]
I am a disciple, a teacher and a traveler [5]
The trip is over. Why not go home today.
Su Su Xie Gong, named Bo Ying, [6]
The mighty teacher goes to work, and the primary level is calm.
Yuan Zhen is flat, and spring is clear.
He asked for a great service, and he was at peace.
Source:
China's Poetry-Pre-Qin-The Book of Songs
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Zhou Xibochang, Huai Dede.
There are three points in the world and two points.
Cultivate contributions, and the Minister's Day is not long.
The worship of Hou Wei is based on detention.
After seeing the original forgiveness, he gave me an axe and a shovel, and I want to conquer.
As Zhong Ni said, to achieve virtue,
Let's serve Yin and talk about its beauty.
Qi Huan's contribution is the first of the tyrants.
Nine princes, one conquers the world.
Conquer the world, not with personnel carriers.
Without criticism, its virtue is to say.
Confucius sighed and said that the people benefited from it.
If you give it to the temple, you will die.
Xiaobai dare not, Tianwei is close at hand.
Jin Wen is also a tyrant, bowing to the king of heaven.
Someone gave me a bow,
Lu Gongya has 1,000 men and 300 warriors.
Conquering princes is respected by teachers.
The quartet heard of it and named it Ya Qi Huan.
The meeting of Heyang, pretending to be Zhou Wang, is famous.
Source:
China's Poetry-Wei and Jin Dynasties-Cao Cao
Five poems about places of interest
Decline: I am well aware of Song Yu's misery, romance and elegance. He is also my teacher.
Sad to see a thousand autumn, a tear, melancholy in different times, not at the same time.
His old home between mountains and rivers-empty works, empty sex platform-is certainly not imagined in the dream? .
The palaces of Chu were all destroyed, and the fishermen who showed them today are not sure.
Source:
China's Poetry-Tang and Five Dynasties-Du Fu
Send a message to Master in Qin.
I wanted to live in the mountains for a long time, but I didn't have the money to travel hard. [ 1]
It is not my will to stay in Chang 'an. My heart for Lindong School will miss my teacher. [2]
Gold burns like firewood, and ambition fades. [3]
The evening breeze blows a bleak breeze, and the cicada sounds melancholy.
Source:
China's Poetry-Tang and Five Dynasties-Meng Haoran
The kindness of the master is more important than that of the parents. -Jin Gehong, "Diligence"
5. Poems or poems dedicated to the teacher (within 60 words) 12 Praise the teacher's poems and pay tribute and blessings to the teacher! 1. Send you a bunch of flowers to show our respect for you; Send you a touching song, bring you a little sweetness. Teacher-you have worked hard, and you have led us through the difficulties. You raised us with the nutrition of knowledge, but never asked for anything in return. You told us not to give up easily when we encounter difficulties. Since then, our life has been full of joy at any time. We have less troubles and more perseverance. You still hold the colored brush in your hand. It depicts a beautiful blueprint and nourishes the peaches and plums of the motherland. In the middle of the night, you are still preparing lessons carefully, and in your sleep, you are still recalling the joy of our success. We are flowers in full bloom in spring, and you play a wonderful melody for us. You are a diligent gardener, and we will remember your earnest teachings. Take every step of life, be friendly, fit, realistic and realistic. 2. The teacher's eyes are like the moon at night. We are stars, shining in the teacher's smile.
A teacher's eyes are like an endless ocean. We are small fish, swimming happily in the teacher's arms.
Teachers' eyes are like the blue sky. We are a white cloud.
Under her gaze, freedom floats everywhere, and the teacher's eyes are like mirrors. Can light up our hearts.
3. Teachers are like gardeners, with peaches and plums all over the world; Teachers are like red candles, burning themselves to illuminate us; Teachers are like bees, hardworking and brave; Teachers are like mothers, beautiful and kind; A teacher is like a book, giving us a lot of knowledge. Happy Teachers' Day to my dear teacher.
Finally, I have to say goodbye in this boundless summer. The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the fragrance of gardenia is floating in the wind.
We walked hand in hand on the path at dusk for the last time and heard someone singing the song we once sang in the sunset. We smiled at each other.
This kind of singing reminds us of the past that is gone forever, and of the countless separations we have seen in the past days. We used to sing in those places, but today it's our turn.
Let's shake hands and say goodbye in the summer wind. For this farewell, we used the whole youth as a foreshadowing.
We have made all the preparations, and there will never be such a grand farewell in this life, but tears still come out of our hearts, just like those lost youth that never come back. You told me to stop crying. We will never forget the past, and we believe that there will be eternity in this world.
But why? When I looked up, I saw tears in your eyes. Then let's have a good cry.
In this summer's wind, holding your hand, let us recall the days we passed together again, recall those dreams that are gone forever, and let everything pass in our hearts again. This may be the last and gentlest summer in our young years.
After this summer, we will face many seasons and many times of parting. But there can be no such summer, and there will be no such goodbye.
We will think of this summer again and again, all the laughter and tears, all the sobriety and intoxication, all the friendship and love. Many years later, we will open the yellowed commemorative album on a similar summer night.
All the handwriting will be blurred, only the gardenia we put in the book still retains the last fragrance of this summer. 5. 1, you are not an actor, but you attract our hungry eyes; You are not a singer, but let the clear spring of knowledge tinkle and sing charming songs; You are not a sculptor, but you are shaping the soul of young people ... Teacher, how can I forget you! 2. The name engraved on the board may not be immortal, and the name engraved on the stone may not be immortal; Teacher, your name is engraved in our hearts, which is truly eternal.
Some people say that teachers are like mountains, because mountains are lofty and revered. I also want to say that teachers are like the sea, because the sea is vast and immeasurable.
4. There is everything in the ends of the earth, only the teacher is infinite. Thank you teacher! 5. Birds encounter wind and rain and hide in their nests; There is wind and rain in my heart, always hiding in your arms-teacher, you are my umbrella and wind wall, how can I not thank you! 6. If I can fight the blue sky, you gave me wings to fly; If I am a warrior who breaks the waves, you have given me the power to make waves; If I am an immortal torch, it is you who give me the light of youth! 7. Those who drink from it are pregnant with its source, while those who learn from it think of my teacher. 8. Whether it is cold or not, peaches are ripe and Li is skilled. It is easier to grow flowers than to educate people.
The valley is very fragrant, poems are full of people, paintings are full of people, and talented people smile. 9. Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then the 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.
Teacher, who worked hard to lead the ignorant into the spacious classroom and teach 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! 7. How many years of seasonal cycle are praised by teachers? How many spring, summer, autumn and winter? You are a red candle burning bright life, how much blood and sweat you have dedicated, and you are spreading the fire of wisdom with your true feelings. Just like the spring silkworm dedicated her life's loyalty, just like the winter plum sang the song of early spring.
How many invisible nights, how many bright lights, your figure at your desk in the long night, adding hair in your hair, talking and laughing on the three-foot platform. You shortened the distance between you with your love. You are the sunshine that melts the cold ice and snow, and you are the guide that leads 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! Glory.
6. Accumulate at least 60 words about praising teachers. Life is ordinary, life is hard, and you silently contribute your knowledge. You are the messenger of civilization, and you are a diligent gardener. Thank you sincerely and wish you health and happiness!
It took a storm to know your value; You don't know your greatness until you succeed; Thank you, my respected teacher!
We move from naivety to maturity, from ignorance to civilization. We are your dear teachers, and you have lit up my way forward with the torch of life!
Dear teacher, although I don't visit you very often, every time I think of you, I feel a little warm in my heart. Have a happy day!
Teacher, you are the designer of the grand blueprint of the motherland and are engaged in the most glorious cause. You are a candle that doesn't shed tears, and a spring silkworm that spins silk for itself! Teacher, you are a bright light in my life. Without your guidance, I can only continue to grope in the dark.
7. sentences describing the teacher's complete collection Sun is the math teacher in our class. She is of medium height and looks like 35 years old. An amiable face, always so kind. The eyes seen from those black-rimmed glasses are always so bright and kind. Her language is always so profound, so wonderful and makes people laugh.
The female teacher's surname is Song. Because she is young, she is only 20 years old at most. 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.
When I was in the fourth grade, a female teacher taught our class. //The female teacher's surname is Song. Because she is young, she is only 20 years old at most. 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.