Thanksgiving poetry

Thanksgiving Teachers' Day ancient poems, share as follows:

1, untitled Tang 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! .

Spring silkworms don't spin silk when they die, and wax oil like tears can drip dry when candles are burned to ashes. At that time, we were still young and ignorant, and we didn't know what the teacher taught us. Looking back now, I know that the teacher's kindness is unforgettable, and what the teacher taught us seems to be yesterday.

2, "Bees" Yin

No matter underground or on the mountain, where there are flowers in full bloom, there are bees busy. After picking flowers into honey, who will work hard for whom and who will be sweet?

Bee, you picked all the flowers and made nectar. Who have you worked hard for and who do you want to taste the sweetness? Teachers are destined to live a hard life for their students. With a sense of responsibility and a heart of teaching and educating people, they solve students' doubts and become the guiding light of their lives. They are not afraid of hard work, they are not afraid of hard work, they work hard for themselves and help others.

When students come up with a good grade, this grade is the best reward for their selfless dedication, whether in study or on the road of life.

3, "Jihai Miscellaneous Affairs" Qing Palace from Jane

The vast sadness of parting extends to the setting sun, away from Beijing, riding a whip to the east, feeling that people are on earth. I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation.

Flowers and branches are not heartless things, even if they turn into spring mud, they are willing to cultivate beautiful spring flowers to grow.

Remember that little podium in the classroom that belongs to the teacher? That's where they work day after day and year after year. Standing in that sacred place, they are teachers. At this moment, they seem heartless, but in fact they are affectionate. They turned into spring mud and trained generations of students, which can be described as peaches and plums all over the world.

4, "Gonan Village Crys Confucius" Liu Qingtianyi

How cold it is, not to mention how decaying the trees are. Only sheep shed tears, so it is true that Song Yujie called the soul. I'm afraid I can't say the commandments, and whoever collects them will make up for the old ones. It is said that the Fusheng family is still traveling, but the coffin was not only swallowed.

Do you still have that thick stack of papers? Looking at these papers and the dense handwriting corrected by the teacher, these are all the efforts of the teacher. At that time, he wanted to teach you everything he knew! Here, I have never said a word of thanks to my teacher. The following are my sincere wishes: happiness, well-being and good luck!