Year: Yuan Author: Ma Yu
Driving a salt truck all day, smoking sticks. Sighing for a long time, like a sick horse. You can't swim long distances. Bole Shixiang came, and he was shocked when he saw it. You can save yourself in many ways, and you will succeed. Must report to the teacher.
2. "Yellow Crane Cave Xianming Crane Yu Sheng Volume 4"
Year: Yuan Author: Ma Yu drives the salt truck all day long, and sticks all day long. The spirit of self-calculation is long and heavy, like a sick horse. How can I travel well? Grandpa Bole came. I was so excited when I saw him. You can save yourself in many ways, and you will succeed. Must report to the teacher.
3. "After"
Year: Song Author: Qiu Yuan
High desire, can see Xiaoyun Huang, Dongfanghong light can see the sun.
I feel that Chi Qinchun is beautiful, and the bamboo paintings on the eaves surprise me.
It is difficult to report the kindness of a teacher, and it is difficult to report the ambition of literature and history.
My road is hung with a thread, and I hope the longer the embroidery thread, the better.
4. "Send monks to Jinshan Temple"
Year: Tang Author: Xu Hun
When you return to Jiang Shang Temple, you will never forget the kindness of your old teacher. In tin, every mountain view, stop at the cup to see the wave marks.
Tao Qiu swallowed Chu Yi and Xiao Yue went to Jingmen. In order to visit the poetry department, the word "raspberry moss" was left.
5. "Sensory teacher without dreams"
Year: Yuan Author: Ma Yu
Master Difei Chongyang Turn me into a hundred families. But I want to repay my teacher's kindness. I hope my heart will be blocked for three years. Vegetables Vegetables Hang Lingming paper cloth on your body.
2. Poetry teachers who write about their teachers with the theme of "unforgettable"
I remember your hands were covered with powder.
I remember your kind teaching.
I remember your new silver hair.
Because of you, many students can become talents.
Because of you, the world will be so civilized
Teacher, you are a bright light.
Find a home for the lost children
Teacher, you are an angel.
September, dedicated to the teacher.
September, as scheduled.
Therefore, the world is brilliant.
We sing September,
Because this is your eternal festival.
We remember September,
Because this is our sincere confession.
September is an emotional cup,
We hold it high with our hands.
In sincere wishes,
Please drink.
September music has been played,
Please accept our gift in September.
All the teachers who are struggling on the education front.
The poem about the teacher is 1. Teacher, you are like a red candle, burning yourself and illuminating others.
2. Teacher, you are like a spring silkworm, spitting the silk thread of wisdom and weaving knowledge.
3. Once a teacher, always a father.
Teacher, you are like a gardener, cultivating the flowers of the motherland.
If you are water, we are fish, and we cannot live without you.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. Highly respected.
A veritable teacher
Give one's last dedication
Teach students in accordance with their aptitude and set an example.
Ten years of trees, a hundred years of people, tireless teachers and friends, peaches and plums all over the world, do their duty.
Praise the teacher's poem
Remember that your hands are covered with powder.
I remember your kind teaching.
I remember your new silver hair.
Because of you, many students can become talents.
Because of you, the world will be so civilized
Teacher, you are a bright light.
4. Who wrote the poem about thanking the teacher?
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.
5. Who knows the beautiful poems about teachers? 1. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
2. Although the obsession with night walking is still awkward, the lights in the secluded forest warm people.
3. The spring breeze turns to rain to moisten the new buds, only wishing the pear garden is full of peach blossoms.
4. A craftsman who holds up the bridge of hope and sculpts the soul.
Four degrees of spring breeze, several times of autumn rain washed away the gap.
Black hair and frost weave the sun and the moon, and chalk writes the spring and autumn without words.
6. Spring silk is not old, and autumn candle tears are thicker.
Peach and plum are sown in three thousand gardens in spring, and Qiu Lai is rich in China fruits.
7. People who are moved by words are not deeply impressed; Move people to the walkers. They should be quick.
8. sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently.
6. The poem by the ancient teacher Xie is 1, and the height of Yang is higher and the drill is stronger.
3, a threesome, there must be my teacher.
4, there is nowhere in the void, as if it were glass. No matter who reaches the realm of poetry, Zen has gone beyond poetry.
5. Hsinchu 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.
8. Be upright and do things aboveboard. Bringing together heroes from all sides, we will make a name for ourselves and make the world mine.
9. Listen to me.
10, once a teacher, always a father.
14. In the past, the education method was correct. Teachers and students ask questions, dislike development, repeatedly twists and turns, and induce confessions.
16, teachers and friends treat each other like guests, and only Li Neng can repay them. It is difficult to tie a long rope on Youth Day, and I forget the source.
17, if you want to be a pillar of talent, heaven, earth and sea. I've been running here and there for half my life, and now I'm sailing, and Yao Lu Mountain is high and long.
22, Tao Li does not say, the next step is self-sufficiency.
23, I learned from the snow, I learned from it. It is difficult for Feifei to learn from Wang Qiao, and his life experience has been forgotten.
26, a threesome, there must be my teacher.
33. Ten years of trees, ten years of wind, ten years of rain and 100,000 columns.
34. Silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and candles will drain the wick every night.
36. Ten years of trees, ten years of wind, ten years of rain and 100,000 pillars.
39. The friendship between teachers and friends never existed again, and the topic was temporarily sent to the Dragon Boat Festival. It's hard to say whether you will win or lose as a soldier, so don't forget when Lingshan was born.
40. Silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and candles will drain the wick every night.
4 1, spring scenery is full of mountains and rivers, peaches and plums are smiling in spring. East, west, north, south and spring are always there, only when the teacher pays attention.
50. Good people are inspired by it, followed by good guidance, followed by teaching, and then neatness, and the bottom competes with it.
52, falling red is not heartless, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers.
53. This selfless dedication is unforgettable.
54, sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
56. Three-foot platform, three-inch tongue, three-inch pen and three thousand peaches and plums.
57. The jade pot keeps the ice heart, and the brush writes the teacher's soul. 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.
58. The teacher's heart is kind, generous and striding forward. It's hard for you to fall in love with fairyland. You can forget yourself and be the only one.
7. The time to describe the teacher's untitled poem was long before I met her, but it has been longer since we separated.
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.
Extended data:
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.