Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
High altitude and strong exercise. Let's not talk about Tao Li, learn from others and be a teacher for life. Write a few lines with a pen that the teacher's soul is like his father's words, like a friend's relatives. People hope that the latecomers can successfully report the respect of the teacher and ask the teacher Tang for nothing, just like glass.
No matter who reaches the realm of poetry, Zen has gone beyond poetry. Bai Juyi in the Tang Dynasty, white bastard in the East Palace, and Zen master in the South Hall.
Seeing each other in the distance, there is nothing in my heart. Untitled time was long before I met her, but it was longer than after we parted, and the east wind rose and flowers fell.
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! You present a flower, I present a flower, let's weave a big wreath for 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.
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, teacher's enthusiasm is like the sun, teacher's teaching is like spring rain, teacher's elegant demeanor is like green leaves, teacher's career is like a tree, and our teacher just likes to agree with 9| Comment (2) 201-9-6 20: 08 | The silk quilt in spring will be woven to death, and the candle will drain the wick every night./ All my teachers also spit out all the threads in their hearts and dedicated their lives to time, long before I met her, but even longer after we broke up, the east wind rose 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.
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2. There are poems 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.
3. The poem 1 describes hard struggle and "crossing the ocean"
Song Dynasty: Wen Tianxiang
Once the effort comes, there will be fewer stars around.
The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs.
The beach of fear says fear, and there is a sigh in the ocean.
Who hasn't died since ancient times? Take the heart of Dan and follow history.
In retrospect, I experienced many hardships in my early years as an official through the imperial examination, and now it has been four years since the armistice of the war. The country is in danger like catkins in a strong wind, and individuals are like duckweeds in a shower. I'm still afraid of the fiasco at Fear Beach. It's a pity that I'm alone in Yuan Lu. Who can live forever since ancient times? I want to leave a patriotic heart that reflects history.
2. bees
Tang Dynasty: Luo Yin
No matter underground or on the mountain, where there are flowers in full bloom, there are bees busy.
Bee, you harvest flowers to make nectar. Who has worked hard and who wants to taste the sweetness?
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 turned them into nectar. Who are you working for and who do you want to taste the sweetness?
3. ode to coal
Ming Dynasty: Yu Qian
Dig into chaos to get black gold, which stores the deepest meaning of Yang and He.
The fire rekindled into spring, and the furnace shone all night.
Ding yiyuan relies on power and pays attention to the stone after death.
I hope that all people will warm their hearts and go out of the mountains tirelessly.
Excavating in the chaotic stratum, it is concluded that Wujin is coal. There is endless heat, and the deepest feelings are hidden in my heart. A harmonious torch is like a spring breeze. The flame of the blazing stove broke the dark gray sky.
The production of Zhongding artistic utensils depends on generations rather than strength. Although the stone is dead, it still retains its most loyal side. I just hope everyone in the world has enough to eat and wear warm clothes. Take pains to get out of the lonely mountain forest.
4. Two Poems for Farmers (I)
Tang Dynasty: Li Shen
In spring, as long as you sow a seed, you can harvest a lot of food in autumn.
There is no waste of heaven and earth, and the toiling peasants are still starving to death.
Sow a seed in spring and you can harvest a lot of food in autumn. There is not a piece of land that is not cultivated, but farmers still starve to death.
5. "Two Poems for Farmers (Part Two)"
Tang Dynasty: Li Shen
At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil.
Who would have thought that our bowl of rice and grain are full of the blood and sweat of farmers?
Farmers are weeding in the midday sun, and sweat drips from them on the land where seedlings grow. Who knows that every meal on the plate is bought by farmers with hard work?
I found this poem to praise the teacher's hard work. Please show me:
( 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.
Education should 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!
5. The poem "Returning to the Garden" describing farmers' hard work
Author: Tao Yuanming
I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas.
In the morning, I was busy with filth and weeding with the moon lotus.
The narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes.
It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will.
Translation:
I plant beans at the foot of Nanshan, where weeds are flourishing and bean seedlings are sparse.
Get up early in the morning to weed, and go home in the moonlight at night.
The mountain road is narrow and covered with vegetation, and the dew wet my clothes at night.
It's not a pity that my clothes are wet. I just hope I won't go against my wish to retire.
Extended data:
Creative background:
In 405 AD (the first year of Emperor Yi of the Eastern Jin Dynasty), Tao Yuanming worked as a county magistrate in Pengze, Jiangxi Province, but after more than 80 days, he claimed that he was unwilling to "bow down for the children in the village" and hang it home. From then on, I ended my seclusion and official life, and finally went to the countryside. After I went back, I wrote a group of five poems entitled "Returning to the Garden". This poem is the third of them.
This eight-sentence short chapter of "Planting beans in Nanshan" expresses profound ideological content in a small space of 40 words and describes the hardships of the poet after his seclusion.