Lead the ignorant us into the spacious classroom.
Teach us a wealth of knowledge?
It is you! Teacher!
You use hard sweat.
Nursing seedlings that have just broken ground in spring.
who is it?
Put naughty us
Educate people to be considerate and helpful?
It is you! Teacher!
Your care is like a warm spring breeze.
It warms our hearts.
who is it?
Put young us
Cultivate a mature and sensible teenager?
It is you! Teacher!
Your protection makes us grow up healthily.
Autumn is fruitful.
You have worked hard! Teacher!
People who work hard in the heat and cold.
You have worked hard! Teacher!
A person who selflessly dedicates his youth.
We pay high tribute to you!
-You have worked hard, teacher!
Teacher praise
Who scattered the rain and dew all over the earth? Who feeds the seedlings hard? It's you, dear teacher!
Teacher, you sow spring, ideals and strength with the noblest feelings of human beings. ...
If the teacher compares you to a clam, then the students are the gravel in the clam. You lick it, grind it, soak it, and wash it with love ... Over the years, the gravel has turned into pearls, dazzling!
Ah! With you, the garden is so gorgeous and the earth is full of spring!
Teacher, open the window quickly. This all loves, Taoli are all saluting you! ! ! ! !
Bitter tears
Just before dawn, in the empty campus,
I saw your figure,
Come and go in a hurry
In the cold wind, in the empty campus,
I saw your figure,
The wind and fire came and left with a chill.
In the boundless space, in the boundless snow,
I saw your figure,
The body warms the snowflake, but it freezes your hands.
Your patience and hard work,
Every word you entrust, every care.
Continuous drizzle,
Who knows,
It turned out to be a bitter tear for you.
Flowing in my heart again.
Gave us a smile,
Gave us care,
I gave myself a bitter tear!
The body in the light of Buddha,
Not tall;
The body is in the cold wind,
Not burly;
Yin Xue's body,
Not proud.
But it's bright,
It's hard,
It remains the same,
Day after day,
Year after year,
You gave us sheng,
Gives us hope,
In the drizzle,
Who knows,
Those are your hidden bitter tears!
Maybe we are too old.
Maybe you are too young.
We still want you to treat us as your own children.
We will also follow that sentence.
A day as a teacher
Be a father for life.
Feng lei
Dear teacher
If we were flowers,
You are a hardworking gardener,
If we are lost in the dark.
You are burning yourself and lighting a candle for us.
Our thoughts are as majestic as the waves.
Our mood is as beautiful as poetry.
We will sing a hymn for you with the most beautiful flowers.
We will sing a carol for you with our best wishes.
Teacher, dear teacher
Happy holidays!
Kuen Kao
Ode to the teacher
Others make money by living.
You can only get flowers.
Your gold is the morning sun.
Your silver is the moon of the fifteenth.
But you still whistle happily.
Your pride
Li Tao fen fen
Praise the teacher's poem
The most glorious profession under the sun, the engineer of human soul;
Three-foot platform, three-inch tongue, three-inch pen, three thousand peaches and plums
Ten years of trees, ten years of wind, ten years of rain and a hundred thousand columns.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
If three people walk together, one of them must be qualified to be my teacher.
Teachers are like candles, burning themselves and illuminating others.
2. Poetry 1 Autumn in September, autumn chrysanthemum is lascivious and shows its beauty.
-Tao Yuanming's "Drinking Four"
2. Where is the autumn wind? Xiao Xiao sent the goose.
-Liu Yuxi autumn introduction
3, I am often afraid that the autumn wind will come early and I don't know.
-Lu's Quchi River
4. The desert in Yun Qi is a bit cold in autumn.
-Bai Juyi's Walking on a Rainy Night
5. The window of fireflies flying in autumn is full, and the moon frost is late.
-Li Bai's Six Poems of Xia Sai
6, often afraid of autumn sacrifices, yellow leaves decline.
-Anonymous "Long song"
7. On the autumn night in Huainan, Gaozhai heard the geese coming.
-Wei's Yan Wen
8. Trees and trees are all autumn colors, and mountains and mountains are just shining.
-Wang Ji's Wild Hope
9, Nanshan autumn colors, high momentum.
-Du Mu's Long Wang Anqiu
10, deciduous Sanqiu, flowering in February.
-Li Qiao "Wind"
1 1, drink, my horse, while we are in autumn water! The stream is cold and the wind is like a sword.
-Wang Changling's Four Sediments
When I walk on a cool autumn night, I think of you and sing my poems.
-Wei, "Autumn Night Message Autumn"
13, lotus is picked in autumn in Nantang, and the lotus is over the head.
-Anonymous "Xizhou Song"
14, nothing to say, go to the west building alone, the moon is like a hook. Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn.
-Li Yu "Will be happy, go to the West Wing without words"
15, cold orange pomelo, old phoenix tree in autumn.
-Li Bai's "Qiu Deng Xuancheng Qi Xie North Building"
16, the mountain is now cold and blue, and autumn water has been running for a day.
-Wang Wei's Letter to Pei Di from My Cabin in Wangchuan
Although the mountains are getting dark and the sky is overcast in autumn, I don't feel any change.
-Li Bai's "Listening to Shu Monks Playing the Piano"
18, old and old, autumn breaks my homesickness.
-Liu Changqing's "Qiu Deng Wu General Taiwan Temple View"
19, the sunset is still strong, autumn wind disease.
-Du Fu's Jianghan
20. Tomorrow you will leave for Yueyang, leaving behind the autumn between us, one peak after another.
-Yi Lee and her brother-in-law met briefly but happily. "Meeting by chance, just for parting."
2 1, the wanderer smells the drums and the autumn geese.
-Du Fu's Moonlight Remembering My Brother
22. The geese never answer me. Rivers, lakes and seas are flooded by rain.
-Du Fu's To Li Bai at the End of the Sky
23, affectionate since ancient times, more cold and clear autumn festival!
-Liu Yong's "Yulin Chills"
24. An abandoned city wall was above an old ferry, and the autumn sunset flooded the mountain peak.
-Wang Wei's "Binding the Songshan Mountain"
25. How deep is your passion? The rain in late autumn shines on the mountains.
-Nalan Xingde's "Flowers are Out of the Plug"
26. Behind her closed casement, why is she still waiting, looking at the glory of the autumn moon through the crystal glass? .
-Li Bai's Jade Family
27. The trees in the sun are hidden in the autumn mountains in the distance.
-Ma Dai's Disappointed Sunset
28. Why don't you go home? There are autumn mountains in Huaishang.
-Wei, "Huai Shang Wen Liang Chuan Old Friend"
29. The empty mountain after the rain stands in the autumn evening.
-Wang Wei's Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains
30. Nanpu is sad, and the west wind is autumn.
-Bai Juyi's Nanpu Bie
3. Poems about praising teachers ★★★ Praise teachers' 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 powdered hands, your charitable teachings, and your new silver hair. Because of you, students can become talents, and because of you, the world will be so civilized. Teacher, you are a bright light, looking for homes for children who have lost their way. You are an angel.
4. Chant the teacher's poem "Spring Silkworm" to death, and weep every night for ten years. Educating people for a hundred years is like a spring breeze, and the teacher's kindness is as deep as the sea.
The crane sends silver silk to reflect the sun and the moon, and the heart is full of blood and words, all given by my teacher. It is better to be a teacher than to contribute to life. -Yang Xiong saint impermanence division.
-Han Yu, teachers are easy to meet, but teachers are hard to meet. -Sima Guang, an ancient holy king, never disrespected his teacher.
-Teacher Lv Buwei is the soul engineer of human beings. -Stalin is not the teacher of the world, so he benefits from the old road.
-Liu Zongyuan Scholars must seek teachers, and teachers are essential. -Cheng Yi is a teacher for a day and a father for life.
-Guan Hanqing is expensive in learning and making friends. -Tang Zhen, learning is more important than respecting teachers.
-Tan Sitong, an ancient scholar, must be strict with the teacher and then respect him. -Ouyang Xiu is neither expensive nor cheap, neither long nor short. The existence of Tao is also the existence of a teacher.
-Han Yu's threesome must have my teacher; Choose the good and follow it, change the bad. -Confucius: People are not born knowing it, so why not be confused? If you are confused and don't follow the teacher, you will be confused and you will never understand.
-Han Yu Everyone I meet is more or less my teacher, because I have learned from them. Emerson would rather go by himself than find a confused tutor, which can save the effort of finding. He doesn't know anything anyway.
-Lu Xun A good student can find the teacher's mistakes, but keep silent respectfully, because it is these mistakes that benefit him and put him on the road. -Turgenev It was a long time before I met her, but it was even longer after we parted, and the east wind blew 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 is no road from Pengshan to Bluebird. Listen! -Give me what she said! Praise the teacher. 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. The world is so civilized because of you. Teacher, you are a bright light, and you have found a home for the children who have lost their way. You are the angel of September, dedicated to the teacher, and arrived 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.
The teacher praised others for getting gold from life. You can only get flowers. Your gold is the sunrise, your silver is the fifteenth moon, and you are still whistling happily. Your pride is the fragrance of peaches and plums. Celebrate Teachers' Day. 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! Teachers are engineers of the human soul-Stalin and the silkworm in spring must spin until they die, and the wick must be drained every night-Li Shangyin is the most outstanding professional engineer of the human soul under the sun; Teachers are like candles, burning themselves and illuminating others. Three-foot platform, three-inch tongue, three-inch pen, three thousand peaches and plums, ten years of trees, ten years of wind and rain, and a hundred thousand pillars are the models of our living parents and teachers! Our parents raised us, and our teachers taught us to have ancient poems 1.
I've been running here and there for half my life, and now I'm sailing, and Yao Lu Mountain is high and long. 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 has no regrets.
The storm thundered and thundered, and the eyebrows were raised. Who else in the world? 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.
5. Guan Zhongtu is honest and aboveboard. Bringing together heroes from all sides, we will make a name for ourselves and make the world mine.
6. Yi Xian intends to see the Wan Li world and the infinite future. Sending out the breath of a child prodigy, returning to Yaotai, the world marveled at ★★★★ praising the teacher's poem1:★★★★★★★ Four spring rains took precautions and several autumn rains washed away 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.
In the golden autumn.
In September, I will never forget Shi En's ancient poems 1. Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud will protect flowers.
Source: Qing Gong Zizhen's Interpretation of Jihai Miscellaneous Poems 5: Quitting my job and returning to my hometown is like a fallen flower falling from a branch, but it is not a heartless thing. It has become the soil of spring and can also play a role in cultivating the next generation. 2, sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
Source: Interpretation of Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night by Du Fu of Tang Dynasty: The drizzle comes quietly at night with the spring breeze, and everything is moistened silently. 3, teachers are easy to meet, but teachers are hard to meet.
Source: Interpretation of Zi Jian by Sima Guang in the Northern Song Dynasty: It is easy to find a teacher who simply teaches this knowledge, but it is difficult to find a teacher who is a teacher and teaches how to be a man with his own actual behavior. In this world, all teachers laugh at it.
There is no teacher in the world, and the old road benefits from this. Source: Tang Zongyuan's "Teacher's Friend" Interpretation: In today's society, being a teacher is ridiculed.
But people in the whole society don't respect teachers, so the whole society deviates from orthodoxy more and more. 5. Hsinchu is higher than the old bamboo branches, and it is all supported by old cadres.
Origin: Xie's "Hsinchu" Interpretation: Hsinchu is taller than the old bamboo, and its growth depends entirely on the old branches.
6. Who is asking for a composition of about 600 words, entitled "Ode to the teacher in September in autumn"-who will 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 is it? -Educate naughty people into caring and helpful people. It is you! Teacher! Your care is like a warm spring breeze, which warms our hearts. who is it? -Who trained us to be 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! A person who selflessly dedicates his youth. We pay high tribute to you! Teacher, you have worked hard! Inscription: Mr. Chun Qing, you sow spring, ideals and power with the noblest feelings of human beings ... sow with words, cultivate with chalk, irrigate with sweat and nourish 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, the three-foot platform has witnessed your hard work, and white chalk has written your life.
Your painstaking efforts have become a red hook, and you have been trying to shape the pillars of the country. Teacher, you are spring, serving mankind and gestating the hope of the future and tomorrow; You are a gardener, watering the flowers of the motherland with painstaking efforts; You are a bee, picking flowers and making honey to raise students; You are a good mother, open your love to students and let them suck the milk of knowledge.
Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then the students are the sand in the clam. You lick it, polish it, soak it with love ... over the years, the sand has become a pearl, shining. There are countless proud and happy memories of your teaching career, but you cherish them in your heart and just look at every garden to be developed.
Your lecture is so colorful that every chapter seems to open a window in front of me and show me a colorful new world. With you, the garden is so gorgeous and the earth is full of spring! Teacher, please open the window quickly. This round of spring scenery, this round of peaches and plums are all saluting you.
Ai Xia If I were a poet, I would write poems with full enthusiasm, praise the vastness and profundity of the sea, and dedicate them to you, my teacher, with broad mind and profound knowledge. Teacher, you are the kindling, igniting the fire in students' hearts; Teacher, you are a stone step, carrying the students to climb steadily step by step.
Spring silkworm has never said anything to brag about in her life, and the silver silk spit out is the ruler to measure life. Dear teacher, you have never shown off in front of others, but the blooming peaches and plums are your greatest pride.
The value of fireflies lies in the light hanging behind their tails, which only illuminates others; Your honorable thing is that you always show others the way. Who scattered the rain and dew all over the earth? Who feeds the seedlings hard? It's you, my teacher, you are a great gardener! Looking at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one has no hard work and which one has no shadow of your smile! 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 purest love in the world.
Miss Qiu Si, you are a cultivator and sower of beauty. It is you who shine beautiful sunshine and nourish the rain and dew of love, so that our hearts are lush and prosperous.
You are busy blooming and falling, the fruit is ripe, and the leaves are hanging silently in the shade. You are a tall and straight tree, which has borne fruit. Years have carved ancient rings on your body, but a lush forest has sprung up around you.
Much like the root of the nameless rose, it makes the young trees thrive, and the branches are full of beautiful flowers, but they don't ask for anything in return, leaving all the praise to the roses on the branches. Teacher, you are a bridge, connecting the cut mountains for us, and let us go to the peak of harvest; You are a green vine, tough and slender, guiding us to collect the wisdom ganoderma lucidum at the top of the cliff.
Autumn leaves brushed gently, just like your delicate hands, and your kind words gave me the gentlest comfort and the most sincere education. Dear teacher, I don't just think of you today, but I miss you very much today! Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how can the memory of winter bloom so many beautiful flowers of the soul? Teacher, the engineer of the human soul, who is not praising you? Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and happiness.
Teacher, you are the sower of this hope and happiness! Teacher, you have propped up my ideal sail; You lit the fire of my knowledge. How many years of four seasons, how many spring, summer, autumn and winter, you are the red candle burning bright life, how much blood and sweat you have paid, and you have spread 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 sleepless nights, how many brightly lit, there is a figure in front of the desk in the long night.
Add hair between the hair, and the three-foot podium laughs. You shortened the distance between your hearts with friendship. 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.
Glorious teachers and hardworking gardeners! The fragrance of peaches and plums is your joy, silently dedicating your selfless heart. Teacher, you gave us one.
7. Praise the teacher's kindness and celebrate the theme poem "My Motherland"
My motherland,
My beloved motherland.
You are a rooster with your head held high, awakening the silence of the dawn.
You are a soaring dragon-the wind and cloud of the all-round era.
You are a lion, dancing the glory of China.
You are the origin of human wisdom-igniting the spark of civilization.
You have a sacred name,
That's China!
That's China, my motherland.
My beloved motherland.
I love my motherland deeply,
The beating heart has been beating for 5 thousand years,
I love my motherland deeply,
Surging blood rushed to the waves of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River,
I love my motherland deeply,
Yellow skin is printed with the color left by ancestors,
I love my motherland deeply,
Black eyes reveal a humble smile,
I love my motherland deeply,
Strong personality, tall and straight,
I love my motherland deeply,
The vast sea border is full of all my sustenance.
Another song
In autumn and September, teachers are the theme of this season, and the air is filled with gratitude to teachers. Respecting teachers and attaching importance to teaching is an eternal virtue. Past, present and future, all teachers should be respected and blessed.
Autumn in September
Taoli Piaoxiang Ji
The moment when the mind blooms.
Teacher, it's for you.
We squeezed out our thirst.
Unscrew the long-awaited
We have become thousands of trees.
A budding gesture
Teacher, autumn in September is your season.
Teacher, look-
Early morning with flowers everywhere.
Before the export of dreams
It belongs to you, to me and to us.
Late at night, people have fallen asleep.
You write in the dim light.
You are telling in silence.
Every word carries the body temperature of your heart.
Under the scorching of words and lights
The paper was burnt-
Your every word, every word.
Xin Lie, a plowman.
In the morning, you are in our hungry eyes.
Move the mouse and enter the password.
Now we have reason
There are a thousand, ten thousand reasons.
Smile and say hello to the world.
We heard the cuckoo from the window.
We saw the wonders of the world from the window.
Read it carefully.
Hook three strands and four strands
Chun Xue-Elegant Art and Literature
Qin Huang Hanwu
Tang poem Song jambic verse
The river of the years keeps flowing.
Teacher, you light up my little waves.
Under your warm and loving sky
What you blurted out
Like a tireless bird flying in the air.
Teacher, you shouted in a sincere voice.
Let the sleeping soul wake up and sing
Let the gentle steps run faster.
Today we use all our dignity and wisdom.
Weave into a bright rainbow that you look forward to day and night.
The burning passion of your lost years
Floating in my youth garden for a long time.
Teacher, I used to be an unknown grass in the mire.
You transplanted me into a beautiful flower.
Let me absorb the source of knowledge.
Teacher, I used to be a wounded and helpless bird.
It was you who saved me from my painful lost path.
Let me find the hope of life
Dear teacher
You are not an actor.
But it attracted our hungry eyes.
You are not a singer.
But let the fountain of knowledge jingle
Some people say that teachers are like mountains.
Because mountains are lofty, they are revered.
I want to say that teachers are like the sea.
Because the sea is vast and incalculable.
Thank you teacher! Bless you, teacher! I wish you a fragrant peach and plum! May the holidays fill your heart with happiness!
Copyright belongs to the original author! Hope to adopt!
8. Ancient poems praising teachers. 1. My husband has peaches and plums all over the world, so why spend a lot of flowers in front of the hall? -Tang Bai Juyi's "Planting Flowers in the Wind Lotus Green Field Hall"
Your father's students are all over the world. There is no need to plant flowers in front of the house.
Second, silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. -Don Li Shangyin "Untitled"
Spring silkworms don't spin silk until they die, and tear-like wax oil can only drip dry when candles burn to ashes.
Third, after picking flowers into honey, who will work hard for and who will be sweet. -Tang Luoyin "Bees"
Bee, you picked all the flowers and made nectar. Who are you working for and who do you want to taste the sweetness?
Fourth, sneak into the night with the wind, and moisten things silently. -Tang Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"
With the gentle breeze, quietly into the night. Fine and dense, nourishing everything on the earth.
Fifth, falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more. -Qing Gong Zizhen's "Ji Hai Zashi" (5)
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.