1, silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drip the wick dry every night. -Li Shangyin Untitled It was a long time before I met her, but it was even longer after we broke up.
2. "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"
3, North Lu bad pavilion barrier, Wentun division. -Du Mu's Book in the Snow
4. Tianzi Rensheng and Renxian are teachers. -Du Mu's Book in the Snow
5, I should be Zhao Xiong, as the teacher of the emperor. -Liu Ji's "Title Taigong Fishing Guard Map"
Your husband is full of peaches and plums, why not plant more flowers in front of the hall? -Bai Juyi's "Planting Flowers in the Green Field Hall of Gong Ling in Fenghe"
7. The Green Field Hall occupies five flowers, and passers-by show the public. -Bai Juyi's "Planting Flowers in the Green Field Hall of Gong Ling in Fenghe"
8. Since Teacher Wenying came on the stage, sit aside. -Han Yu, "Listening to Ying Shi Playing the Piano"
9. No matter what the spiritual master does, he takes the road of procrastination. -Han Yu's "Send the Spirit Master"
Mother:
1, a granddaughter didn't go and went in and out naked. _ _ _ _ Du Fu's Shi Qu Guan
2, the fifteenth colorful clothes, before trying to be a loving mother. _ _ _ _ Meng Haoran's "Send Zhang Jing to Jingzhou"
At that time, my parents thought that I should know today. _ _ _ _ Bai Juyi's Yan Shixiu Liu Chao
4, self-discipline, and learn from it. _ _ _ _ Ouyang Xiu's Record of Painting Studies
5, put forward Xibai Dijing, Aoguimu cried in the autumn suburbs. _ _ _ _ Li He's "Spring Square Zhengzi Sword Song"
6, but the inch of long grass is a little sentimental, and it is reported to be three spring rays. _ _ _ _ Meng Jiao's Wandering Sons/Welcome to Mother's Drifting
7. My father gave birth to me and my mother bowed to me. _ _ _ _ Anonymous "Guo E"
2. Parents praised the teacher's poem 1, and sneaked into the night with the wind, moistening things silently. -Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"
2. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. -Li Shangyin "Untitled"
3, falling red is not heartless, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers. -Gong Zizhen's "Yi Hai Miscellaneous Work"
4, your husband is full of peaches and plums, why not plant flowers in front of the hall. -Bai Juyi's "Planting Flowers in the Green Field Hall of Gong Ling in Fenghe"
5. "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"
6, I should be Zhao Xiong, as the emperor's teacher. -Liu Ji's "Title Taigong Fishing Guard Map"
7. Since Teacher Wenying came on the stage, sit aside. -Han Yu, "Listening to Ying Shi Playing the Piano"
8. The Green Field Hall occupies five flowers, and passers-by show the public. -Bai Juyi's "Planting Flowers in the Green Field Hall of Gong Ling in Fenghe"
9. No matter what the spiritual master does, he takes the road of procrastination. -Han Yu's "Send the Spirit Master"
10, Julian Waghann didn't report to Dong Jun, and Anthony wong painted in a corner of the city gate. -Du Fu's Wild Old Man
3. Some poems praising teachers and mothers. Motherly love is a blood connection and a blessing for children. Motherly love is like the wind in spring. Motherly love is green, when she gently blows across the earth. Clouds in the sky always let the scorching sun pass through her body and bring wind and rain changes to the earth. Motherly love is the sunset after the rain, always letting the washed earth lie in her arms and writing colorful life dreams in the high sky.
Maternal love is the eternal theme of human beings.
We give it too many interpretations and too many connotations. There is no soul-stirring historical epic, no shocking reversal of stormy waves, and a mother's love is like a spring rain, a clear song that moistens things silently for a long time.
Yu, a contemporary essayist, wrote in an article: "The starting point of all travelers is always to say goodbye to their mothers ... Their destination is aging ... It is impossible for the elderly in their twilight years to cry out for their mothers without moving people, and they have to wander without calling out for their return." Motherly love is the ultimate destination of wanderers and a clear spring that nourishes children's hearts. With the children sipping and sipping, it is endless. Therefore, the lingering maternal love is integrated into the children's laughter and tears.
Motherly love is like an idyll, far away and pure, elegant and light; Motherly love is a landscape painting. Wash away the lead carving and leave it fresh and natural. Motherly love is like a affectionate song, melodious and melodious, singing softly; Motherly love is a warm wind, which blows away the snow and brings infinite spring. Motherly love is a lifetime of laughter and a wandering yearning. Motherly love is the concern and anxiety of children before their sickbed. Motherly love is the ardent expectation of their children's growth.
Mom's.
1, your job is today, but you are building the motherland's tomorrow; Your teaching is in the classroom, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland. 2. Your position will never change, but your footprints are everywhere; Your temples will turn gray one day, but your youth will last forever.
On the road from naivety to maturity, from ignorance to civilization, you 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.
7, the crane hair silver silk reflects the sun and the moon, and the heart is full of blood to open new flowers. 8. Once a teacher, always a father.
9. The gift of a speech is also my teacher. 10, gardener, lofty title, I wish you peaches and plums all over the world and spring glow.
1 1. 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. 12 teacher, people say that you are a pillar of the motherland, not that you are a pillar of the motherland, but that you support the backbone of our generation.
13. 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.
14, your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze, and as sweet as the spring water. 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. 15, teacher, the light of wisdom that emanates from us will always shine with the spark that you lit with your own hands.
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.
4. Poems about thanking teachers, parents and reflecting friends' friendship. Hello, Zhao Puchu's "Golden Melody" is a poem praising teachers, which I think is particularly good. Recommend to you:
You don't have to look for it,
About heroes, among teachers,
Right in front of you.
Never regret going through difficulties,
I'm just a boy.
Looking back on the past ten years,
No complaints, no worries, swallowing teeth,
Holding Dan's heart, he silently walked to the red flag.
Loyalty and love are incomparable.
The seedlings are strong and the gardener is very happy.
How many people know,
Usually hard, go to bed late and get up early,
Dry, wet, cold, warm, tired,
It's all in my head.
I've tried everything,
It will grow into a building,
Today's lai sweat profusely.
Light and heat are infinite.
5. Gardeners who ask teachers or parents to praise modern poetry. 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? Ah, teacher, engineer of 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 are a cultivator and a sower of beauty.
It is you who shine the beautiful sunshine, moisten the beautiful rain and dew, make 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.
6. Praise the teacher's famous sentence: In spring, silkworms will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
Three feet platform, remain uncorrupted! ! Your work is today, but it is building the motherland's tomorrow; 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.
Teachers, engineers of human souls, take the water from Tianchi Lake and sprinkle it on the earth to raise new seedlings. Come with a heart, not a blade of grass. A poem expressing gratitude to my mother: a poem dedicated to my mother. I have been trying to write a poem for you for a long time, but I have not written it for my mother many times. I don't know how to start this poem for you, how to end it, or what to write. Like when I was a child, I faced your harsh slap in the face. I don't know whether to accept it bravely or choose to escape from my mother. I thought of you again tonight, and I decided to write a poem for you, even if it is not well written, even if you can't read it in your hometown ... Mom, if you see a white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason.
This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes. Wan Shui Qian Shan, ask him to take her love and sorrow home. Bing Xin, your pale fingertips manage my sideburns. I can't help holding on to your skirt like when I was a child. My mother tried to keep you from disappearing. Although the morning light has cut my dream into smoke, I still dare not open my eyes for a long time. I still cherish that bright red scarf, for fear that washing it will make it lose your unique warmth. My mother's years are as ruthless as the running water, fearing that my memory will fade. How dare I open its screen easily? I cried to you for a thorn. Now I wear a watch and dare not moan. Mom, I often look up at your photos sadly. Even if I call for penetrating the loess, how dare I disturb your sleep? I dare not show the sacrifice of love like this. Although I have written many songs for flowers, the sea and the dawn, my sweet, soft and deep memory of my mother is not a torrent or a waterfall, but a dry well that can't be sung among flowers and trees-Shu Ting's mother is humble as moss, solemn as dawn, soft as the voice of the south of the Yangtze River, hard as a thousand years of cold jade, bright moon when she looks up, and vast land when she looks down.
-Love (1) Your greatness condenses my flesh and blood, and your greatness shapes my soul. Your life is a journey of love. You weave a calendar with beautiful rings that smell of ink. I spend every year in your love, playing on your shoulders and knees. (2) You are a big tree. You dream of prosperity in summer and maturity in autumn. Winter depends on you to meditate on your height and breadth. Canopy ~ keep the fields in the wilderness. Mom, you gave me life. You are the land where I grew up. (3) M: 5 When I am sad, you are comforting. When I am depressed, you are my hope. You are the power to shelter me from the wind and rain in your little harbor when I am weak. You have broadened my horizons. You are my best friend forever, the driving force of life. (4) With love and caution, bend over to protect you and show your bright mind. Your energetic smile is very strong. Your boiling blood runs endlessly (5) 94 Let me immerse myself in your joy, enjoy your warmth and snuggle in your arms (6) There are faint poems in the long clouds, and there are deep feelings in the faint poems. (7) yLl If my mother is rain, then I am a rainbow after the rain. If my mother is the moon, then I am. My mother is the root of my growth, and I am the ideal fruit of my mother (8) m~\b When I grow up, my mother's black hair shines like frost on a maple leaf, and I deeply kiss the traces of those years. Grab my heart for you. (9) y, may the fragrance and sweetness haunt your life _ May my laughter like a bell fill your brow, and may all my blessings rub into your heart and make it full of green leaves.
7. What are the poems praising "a teacher is like a mother" that make the masses full of peaches and plums? Why not plant more flowers in front of the hall?
-Bai Juyi's "Planting Flowers in the Green Field Hall" "Decline": I know that Song Yuzhi is sad and romantic, and he is also my teacher. -Du Fu's "Five Poems about Historical Sites (Part II)" should not be Zhao Xiong, but should be respected as an emperor.
-Liu Ji's "Tai Gong Fishing Wei Tu" was played by him, and he sat beside him. -Han Yu "Listening to the Smart Teacher Playing the Piano" Teachers are engineers of the human soul.
-Stalin is tall and strong. -"The Analects of Confucius Zi Han" Spring silkworms die, and tears are exhausted every night.
-Li Shangyin's new bamboo is higher than the old bamboo branches, and it is all supported by old cadres. New students will be born next year, and 100 thousand dragons and grandchildren will go around Fengchi.
-[Qing] Zheng Xie No matter how proud a person has achieved, he should drink water and think of his source, and remember that his teacher planted the first seed for his growth. -Madame Curie Teachers are not only disseminators of knowledge, but also models.
-[America] Bruner is honest and does not give orders; His body is not straight, although he disobeys. Confucius illuminates the road for others, and he must shine himself. This is the greatest happiness of mankind.
-[The former Soviet Union] dzerzhinsky paid more attention to learning than to respecting teachers. -Tan Sitong.
8. Ask for no less than 18 lines of original poems praising teachers or parents. If it rains,
Then he is an umbrella big enough for me;
If the ground is shaking,
Then he is the safest haven;
If I cry,
Then he was a friend who reassured me.
He's everywhere,
See if you can find out.
He,
It's like the smell that surrounds you all your life,
Like the wind caressing your life,
Follow you all your life like a tattoo.
He is a parent who loves you all his life.
Let you bathe in the sunshine of love forever,
Like flowers and grass,
Not disgusted,
Not paranoid,
Give you eternal love.
There won't be any flaws,
Like rough jade,
So clean,
It's beautiful.
People will never forget it.