Vernacular interpretation: Spring silkworms spit out silk only when they die, and wax oil like tears can be dripped dry only when candles are burned to ashes.
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Author: Li Shangyin
The untitled time was long before I met her, but even longer after we broke up.
Second, falling red is not heartless, and turning into spring mud is more protective.
Vernacular interpretation: Falling flowers are still affectionate and turn into spring mud to cultivate new flowers.
Dynasty: Qing dynasty
Author: Gong Zizhen
Source: Ji Hai's Miscellaneous Poems Five
Third, the new bamboo is higher than the old bamboo branches, and it is all supported by the old cadres.
Interpretation of vernacular:
Dynasty: Qing dynasty
Author: Zheng Xie
Source: Hsinchu
Fourth, sneak into the night with the wind, and moisten things silently.
Interpretation of vernacular:
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Author: Du Fu
Source: Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night.
5. Your father is full of peaches and plums, so why should he plant a variety of flowers in front of the hall?
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: Pei's students are all over the world. Where is it necessary to plant flowers in front of and behind the house?
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Author: Bai Juyi
Source: Wind and Planting Flowers in Gong Ling Lvyetang
2. What is the poem describing "The teacher has worked hard for us"? The poem describing "The teacher has worked hard for us" is:
1. Sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently.
"Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" Don Du Fu
2. In spring, silkworms will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
Untitled was a long time before I met her, but it was even longer after we broke up.
Your father is full of peaches and plums, so why plant a variety of flowers in front of the hall?
Gong Ling Feng He Lv Ye Tang Zhong Hua Tang Bai Juyi
4. The new bamboo is taller than the old bamboo branch and supported by the old bamboo branch.
"Hsinchu" Zheng Qing Banqiao
5. "Decline": I am well aware of Song Yu's bitterness, romance and elegance. He is also my teacher.
Five epic poems (2) Tang Du Fu
6. I should be a non-Zhao Xiong, and I should be respected as the teacher of the emperor.
Ji "Tai Gong Fishing Wei Tu".
3. What are the ancient poems praising the teacher's hard work? 1, Bee-Tang Dynasty: Luo 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?
No matter on the flat ground, on the mountain, where flowers bloom in the wind, there are bees running around. Bee, you picked all the flowers and made nectar. Who have you worked hard for and who do you want to taste the sweetness?
2. Ji Hai's Miscellaneous Poems Wuqing: Gong Zizhen
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.
The sadness of parting extends to the distant place where the sun goes down. When you leave Beijing, you will feel that you are at the end of the world, and a whip is drawn to the east. I quit my job and went 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.
3. Fenghe Gong Ling Lvyetang planted flowers-Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty.
The green field hall occupies the splendor of things, and passers-by show you your home. Your father is full of peaches and plums, so why plant a variety of flowers in front of the hall?
After the completion of the Green Field Hall, it occupied the essence of everything. Passers-by pointed to the house and said that it was Pei's home. Pei's students are all over the world. Where is it necessary to plant flowers in front of and behind the house?
Untitled time was long before I met her, but it was even longer after we separated-Tang Dynasty: 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! . (Pengshan Zuo Yi: Penglai)
The opportunity to meet each other is really hard to get, and it is even more difficult to leave when leaving. Moreover, the weather in late spring, when the east wind is about to harvest, makes people feel even more sad. Spring silkworms don't spin silk when they die, and wax oil like tears can drip dry when candles are burned to ashes.
Women dress up in front of the mirror in the morning, only worrying that the plump bangs will change color and the youthful appearance will disappear. Men can't sleep at night, so they must feel Leng Yue's aggression. The other party's residence is not far from Penglai Mountain, but there is no road to cross, but it is out of reach. I hope a messenger like a bluebird will visit my lover diligently for me.
5, "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"-Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
The wild path is dark, and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
Good rain seems to pick the right time, arrival in the spring when everything is born. With the breeze, quietly into the night. Fine and dense, nourishing everything on the earth. Thick dark clouds covered fields and alleys, and small lights were lit, and fishing boats on the river flashed. Look at the flowers with dew tomorrow morning, and Chengdu will be full of flowers.
4. Praise the teacher's hard-working ancient poetry untitled time was long before I met her, but it was longer than we were apart, and the east wind started 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 are not many roads from Pengshan to Pengshan. Oh, bluebirds, listen! -Give me what she said! Kua teacher's poem1:★★★★ Four spring breezes turned into rainy days, and several autumn rains washed away the gaps. 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 hands were covered with powder. I remember your kind teaching. I remember your new silver hair. Because of you, students can become talents. Because of you, the world is so civilized. You are a bright light to find your tutor for the lost children. You are an angel. Praise the teacher. Psalm 8: Praise the teacher for getting gold from life for others. You can only get flowers. Your gold is the morning sun. Your money.
5. What are the sentences that describe "the teacher is hard"? 1. Teacher, the small tree should thank the rain, the flowers should thank the soil for nurturing, and the grass should thank the sunshine, but I should thank you for your teaching, because I love you!
2. Navigator of human wisdom-my dear teachers. Several times in the Spring and Autumn Period, from time to time, their follow-up guidance and rambling touched my young heartstrings. Lead a dreamy and curious heart into the temple of knowledge.
3. 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.
You are on the educational road paved with your heart and love. You care for children's spiritual garden with caring spring breeze, you open children's spiritual dreams with burning enthusiasm, and you stick to children's spiritual harbor with unrepentant faith. Dear teacher, thank you for your hard work. Happy Teachers' Day.
That night, I had a dream. In the dream, the teacher gave a lecture on the platform, and all our students were listening. It's the same familiar voice, familiar face, familiar textbook, or … I woke up with tears in my eyes.
6. You gave us a ruler of life to measure every day. You gave us a mirror of exemplary behavior, and let us learn everywhere.
7. A three-foot platform is accompanied by a lifetime, and a piece of chalk transmits knowledge. Spring breeze melts rain to solve doubts, and takes pains to tell the truth. Peach and plum are fragrant all over the world, but they still insist on not giving up. Thank you, teacher. Teacher's Day is here, I wish you a happy life!
8. When the seedlings need 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.
9. Every moment, she worries about us day and night: in the middle of the night, we have entered a sweet dream country, but she corrects her homework under the bright moonlight and faint light; During the day, she stood on the podium and led us into the ocean of knowledge and swam in the ocean of knowledge.
10, the flower appreciates the rain and dew, because the rain and dew moisten its growth; The eagle is grateful to the sky, because the sky makes it fly; The mountain is grateful to the earth, because the earth makes it lofty; I want to thank my first teacher, Miss Xiao, who led me into the door of wisdom.
1 1. The teacher is the rooster who announces the dawn and always inspires us to get up early. Time is short and the road is long. Only those who smell chickens dancing can achieve something. Your voice lets us know that we are determined to work hard and we will not be lazy. A new day begins with the crow of a rooster, which gives us endless motivation, a sense of time and the efficiency of our life.
12, the teacher is an eternal fire, igniting the ideals in students' hearts and the hopes in students' hearts. A single spark can start a prairie fire, giving students optimism in life, enthusiasm for study and passion for work.
6. With regard to the teacher's hard work, teacher, in the light of wisdom that we are sending out today, the spark that you lit in that year is still shining!
In the past, you planted the seeds of knowledge in my heart. Today, I have achieved fruitful results in scientific research-teacher, this is your harvest!
Your inculcation has turned into wisdom in my heart, blood in my chest and code of conduct ... thank you for your careful cultivation.
Because of your loving irrigation and hard work, there will be gorgeous peaches and plums and golden rice and wheat. May my gratitude turn into a bunch of flowers that will never fade and bring fragrance to your life.
I can't forget your gentle words, which washed away the dust and mud in my heart; I can't forget your mighty east wind-like exhortation and summon up the courage to move forward. Teacher, I am grateful to you all my life!
Vacuum, firmness, humility and simplicity-this is the song you taught me to sing, and this is the road you guided me to take in life.
There is a rainbow that doesn't appear after the rain or in the sky. It often appears in my heart, urging me to be an upright person-dedicated to my mentor who has always cared about me!
Everything in the past will be a beautiful memory ―― Teacher, I miss my middle school days, my alma mater and you. ...
If time can go back, let me go back to my student days ―― dear teacher, how I want to listen to your earnest teachings again …
After parting, your voice often echoes in my ears for a long time; Your figure often appears in front of my eyes; Your teachings, in my heart forever ...
Whenever I harvest, I can't help but miss the hard-working cultivator-the teacher.
Today, I am in a distant place, folding the yesterday you gave me into a boat of memory and floating it in the lake of missing.
Those who drink its stream will cherish its source, and when they learn, they will miss my teacher.
I found a poem praising the teacher's hard work. Please come and have a look:
( 1)
★★★★ Praise the teacher's poem: ★★
You present a flower,
I present a flower,
Let's weave a big wreath,
Dedicated to my dear teacher and mother.
You gave the seeds,
As warm as the sun;
You sweat,
Water the seedlings.
Your eyes are like bright stars,
Shining with charming brilliance;
Your song is like a spring stream,
Brought 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,
Will always be a flower of yours.
(2)
A teacher's job is a song.
A teacher's job is a song,
Happy and happy.
Stars are moving, flowers are blooming and dying,
Philosophical lyrics,
Like a gurgling river,
Immersed in my heart,
Flowing into my heart,
A teacher's job is a song.
I went from green seedlings,
Grow into the flowers of the motherland,
Inspire and teach loving mothers' love,
It is difficult for me to tell a short story.
I can't forget that busy figure day and night.
Learn the selfless character of spring silkworm.
On the occasion of Teachers' Day,
A bunch of blooming flowers,
I wish the teacher work and life,
As beautiful and charming as flowers,
Happy forever.
(3)
Who-led the ignorant us into the spacious classroom,
Teach us a wealth of knowledge?
It is you! Teacher!
With your hard work and sweat,
Raising the tender seedlings that have just broken ground in spring.
Who is it?-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-young us?
Cultivate a mature and sensible teenager?
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!
That's all I can do, teacher.
Teacher-you are like a drizzle in spring,
Moisten flowers, irrigate the earth,
We are sucking the drizzle and growing.
Teacher-you are like the autumn breeze,
Blow the yellow land, call gold to rice,
We had 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!
Hope to adopt ~ \ (≧▽≦)/~, and wish the landlord a happy day!
8. There is a poem about teachers' diligence. What a beautiful name, teacher.
Arouse it, it is so sacred.
Teacher, what a kind name this is.
Yes, so affectionate.
Teacher, you are my morning star.
You are my street lamp.
Teacher, teacher
That's how I call your name.
With the dream of spring
Jumping and laughing all the way.
Walk into Jingjing Campus.
Be your student.
Be your student.
I really understand the meaning of your name.
Be your student.
I really understand the magic of your name.
In summer, you are like a breeze.
In winter, you are like a torch.
In spring, you sow the hope of the future.
In autumn, you gain a lot and comfort the earth.
Teacher
Who can remember clearly?
How many exercise books have you reviewed?
How many sleepless nights have you stayed up?
Who can remember clearly?
How many good students have you taught?
How many beams were produced?
Who can remember clearly?
Your home visit on that stormy night
How many times can it be?
In class, you ask for quotations.
Talk about the world with a three-foot platform
On the blackboard, you worked hard.
Write life with a piece of chalk.
The moon is full and the flowers have fallen.
You move to any planet in cold and summer.
No old students.
I only see that your white hair has turned blue.
Be a good teacher.
It is not easy.
In your life dictionary
There will never be a "self"
There will never be a "rest"
And some are just "dedication"
It is just the "bounden duty" of educators.
What a magnanimous mind this is
What a valuable quality this is.
You created a teacher's soul with full blood.
Lead by example, set an example first.
Combine the virtues of the Chinese nation.
Explain the spirit of the Chinese nation-
The sharpest
No wonder people call you candle.
No wonder people call you spring silkworm.
No wonder people address you as sir.
No wonder people praise you as
"Engineers who shape the soul"
teacher
Be your student.
I know the value of life.
Be your student.
I learned how to be a man.
He who drinks its flow is pregnant with its source.
Learn something and miss my teacher.
Teacher
From you
I learned the truth of being a man.
Understand the value of life
From you
I saw the future of my motherland.
Find your place.
Teacher, my forever teacher.
Your love
As warm as the sun
Melt into people's hearts
Your love
As sweet as a clear spring
Beautiful land
Teacher's praise
Lv Yongqing
Your name is like spring rain.
Dye my dream green.
Every time I wake it up gently
A star rises in my dream.
Your address is like spring breeze.
It warms my heart.
Every time I read it gently
A lamp lights up in my heart.