Poetry about thanking strangers 1. Poetry about thanking strangers
Who will stop wandering when the white clouds drift away? Mermaid smiles in heaven. The color of champagne conveys her singing among poppies. Is there any hope of leaving? Christmas for forest elk that never stops snowing? The beautiful princess has slept in the legendary night sky, where countless pearls and pearls have not been picked The light of angel wings flew over the gardens of Babylon. It's a woman. Her incarnation is not the daughter of the sun god. The valley in the desert Gobi is more luxurious than the palace. This river is the mother of all living things. Shengbo spread all over the world. Colorful faces are the rain that illuminates the beauty of ancient Egypt. White clouds float away, and the back is gone. The sea beats the dream of purple lily, and the mermaid smiles in heaven. The color of champagne conveys her singing among poppies. The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
Confucius said: My parents are here, and I don't travel far to repay my gratitude and forget my grievances. My parents thank you for bringing me to this beautiful world, for giving me free air and bright sunshine, and for earnestly teaching me to grow up. Although you are old, the grass has won the glory of the third spring and how much love there is. I will give you a sincere filial piety, and wish you health forever.
2. Gratitude for strangers' poems
Thanksgiving poem
When the white clouds float away
Who will stop wandering?
The dream of the sea beating the viola.
Mermaid smiles in heaven
The color of ancient wedding champagne
Through poppies
Her singing voice
should i stay or should i go？
Never give up hope
Christmas of elk in snowy forest
The beautiful princess fell asleep.
In the legendary night sky
Countless pearls and delicious food have not been picked.
The lair of time
The light of angel's flying wings
Through the gardens of Babylon
God is a woman.
Her incarnation is not the sun god.
Charming daughter
The valley of the desert Gobi
More luxurious than a palace.
Rivers are the mother of living things.
Holy waves make everything eternal.
Colorful flowers are rain.
Beautiful women who lit up ancient Egypt
When the white clouds float away
I have to go back.
The dream of the sea beating the viola.
Mermaid smiles in heaven
The color of champagne at the prince's wedding
Through poppies
Her singing voice
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
Confucius said: Parents are here, so don't travel far.
Grace wants to repay, resentment wants to forget; Short complaints are long rewards.
Mom and Dad
thank you
Brought me here.
Beautiful world
thank you
Gave me free air.
bright sunshine
thank you
Teaching earnestly
Sincere entrustment
I have grown up.
And you're old
Grateful to the humble grass
Did you repay the kindness of generous Sun?
I will give you a sincere filial piety.
I wish you health forever.
Step 3 be grateful to strangers
Parents are more concerned about their children,
Like nagging and overlapping,
Children will get bored,
But filial children should take into account,
The love of parents, no matter how backward their parents are,
They will always be your parents. Don't repay kindness with evil.
The combination of bad words broke their hearts.
If you want your future children to treat you.
What are you going to do to your parents now,
Treasure your parents.
Whether they raised you or not,
At least my mother conceived in October and gave birth to you in this world.
Can see everything in this world, beauty, ugliness, evil and goodness,
God and your parents gave it to you,
Don't do anything you regret,
Please be kind to your parents,
Don't wait for them to leave,
Know how to cherish ...
Then! It is never too late.
If one day, you find that your father's flowers and trees are gradually abandoned,
If one day, you find that the cupboard at home is often full of dust,
If one day, you find that mom's cooking is too salty and not delicious,
If one day, you find that your parents often forget to turn off the gas,
If one day, you find that some habits of the old father and mother are no longer habits.
Just like when they no longer want to take a bath every day,
If one day, you find that your parents no longer like to eat crisp fruits and vegetables,
If one day, you find that your parents like to eat rotten vegetables,
If one day, you find that your parents like porridge,
If one day, you find that they cross the road slowly,
If one day, you find that they always cough when eating,
Don't mistake them for colds or colds (that's a phenomenon of swallowing nerve aging).
If one day, you find that they no longer love to go out. ...
If one day I want to tell you,
You should be alert that your parents are really old,
Organs have degenerated to the point where they need to be taken care of by others.
If you can't look after them, please find someone to look after them.
Please, please keep watching,
Remember to go home often,
Don't let them feel abandoned,
Everyone will be old, and parents will be older than us.
We should take care of them with the mood of role exchange,
Only with patience can there be no complaints.
When parents can't take care of themselves,
Be careful as children, they may be incontinent,
There may be many things that can't be done well. If the room smells bad,
Maybe they can't smell it themselves. Please don't think he is dirty or smelly.
The child can only help him clean up, and please maintain his "self-esteem".
When they don't like taking a bath, please take time to help them wash their bodies regularly.
Because even if they wash it themselves, they can't clean it.
When we love food,
Please prepare a small bowl of suitable size and easy to chew for them.
Because I don't like it, I may not be able to bite my teeth.
Since we were born, we have been nursing, changing diapers and taking care of sick people.
Teach us basic life skills, provide reading, eating, drinking and tutoring,
Care and action never stop,
If one day, they really can't move,
Is it wrong to swap roles?
Children should remember that looking after their parents means looking at their future, and filial piety should be timely.
The tree wants to be quiet, but the wind will not stop, and the child wants to be raised, but the relatives are not there-have you noticed your parents?
Have you ever cared about your parents?
Please find me some poems or essays about thanking strangers, ok?
Thanksgiving teacher (prose)
The movement of fallen leaves is the gratitude of trees for the nourishment of the earth; Clear sky is the gratitude of white clouds to the blue sky.
Flowers thank the rain and dew, because the rain and dew moistened 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. In the journey of life, there are many people worthy of our gratitude. On the occasion of Teacher's Day, we should thank our teachers.
From babbling children to beginners, from eager students to young people flying high, from layman to expert, from human knotting notes to the advent of today's information age, the role of teachers has always run through the whole process of human civilization development. As we all know, the development of society depends on education, and the development of education depends on teachers. The teacher's silent cultivation has brought the vitality of human civilization.
Teacher's love is called teacher-student affection. This feeling is the most sacred and selfless feeling in the world. It is the teacher who teaches us when we are punished for our mistakes; When we are sweating when we encounter a difficult problem, it is the teacher who carefully explains it for us. A look of praise makes us extremely happy; A warm greeting makes us feel the second kind of affection. No matter what happens, you will face it with us. Teacher, in our eyes, you are amazing and great.
Young trees enjoy the sunshine, but they still know that in return, they will give the earth a piece of green; Crops enjoy care and know that the return will bring fruitful results to people. Teacher, we sincerely thank you for everything you have done for us! Gratitude is a person's innate nature, an indelible conscience, and a warm emotion that haunts everyone who never forgets the kindness of the teacher. Of course, gratitude is not only for repaying kindness, because some kindness can't be repaid, and some kindness can't be paid off at one time. Only by moving with the heart of a child, unforgettable, and always remembered, can you truly be worthy of the teacher who gave you kindness. In this golden autumn Teacher's Day, let's learn to be grateful to our teachers! Learn to be grateful, in order to polish the dusty heart without numbness, learn to be grateful, in order to never forget the little things you have to pay.
Another year, wild geese are singing all over the sky and reeds are flying; Another year of frost, wind, rain and snow, another year of peach and plum fragrance. Dear teacher, maybe you are still watching your old disciple running around in bright eyes. Maybe you are teaching your new disciple how to grow up with a loud voice. Appreciate the kindness of the teacher. No matter how many words, we can't express our respect for the teacher, nor can we express our deep love for the teacher. Then, let's say this with deep affection: Teacher, you will always be the most amiable and respectable person in our hearts!
Thanksgiving teacher (poetry)
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.
The world is wonderful because of you.
Others get gold from life.
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 is the fragrance of peaches and plums
Inch by inch of chalk.
Dye your hair white
Take it off and light a candle.
Illuminate others
Let one hieroglyph after another
Become the footprints you have walked through
Climb to the top of the cliff
Let the latecomers step on your shoulders.
Send groups of students on the road.
Twinkling Stars
Brilliant
Use up the last bit of waste heat
This is a teacher's life.
Engineers of the human soul!
5. Praise strangers' poems
1. At the foot of Luojiashan, on the coast of the East China Sea, peaches and plums go their separate ways.
2. Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud will protect the flowers. In spring, silkworms will weave until they die, candles will turn to dust, and tears will start to dry up.
4. Add China hair to the hair and laugh at the podium. 5. I have paid a lot of blood and sweat, and I don't want to be famous.
6. Bow your head and be a Confucian cow. 7. Three-foot platform, three-inch tongue, three-inch pen and three thousand peaches and plums; Ten years of trees, ten years of wind, ten years of rain and a hundred thousand columns.
8. Four degrees of spring breeze and 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.
9. 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.
10. The silver thread of the crane hair reflects the sun and the moon, and the heart is full of blood. 1 1.
12. All the words were given by my teacher. Gift: ★★★★ Praise the teacher Poem 2: ★★★★ I love my teacher like a red candle, which lights the torch 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! You cultivated it with hard sweat.
1. At the foot of Luojiashan, on the coast of the East China Sea, peaches and plums go their separate ways. 2. Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud will protect the flowers.
In spring, silkworms will weave until they die, candles will turn to dust, and tears will start to dry up. 4. Add China hair to the hair and laugh at the podium.
5. I have paid a lot of blood and sweat, and I don't want to be famous. 6. Bow your head and be a Confucian cow.
7. Three-foot platform, three-inch tongue, three-inch pen and three thousand peaches and plums; Ten years of trees, ten years of wind, ten years of rain and a hundred thousand columns. 8. Four degrees of spring breeze and 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. 9. 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. 10. The silver thread of the crane hair reflects the sun and the moon, and the heart is full of blood.
1 1. 12. All the words were given by my teacher.
Gift: ★★★★ Praise the teacher Poem 2: ★★★★ I love my teacher like a red candle, which lights the torch 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 movement of September has been played, please accept our September.
6. Poems of thanks to friends
A poem about thanking others after being helped.
Is it greed for food and clothing? It feels tender! Read what I eat in my mouth to keep you warm. -Bai Juyi
I still miss you, and I feel ashamed of my friends. -Bai Juyi
I am grateful that you came to Luoyang together as strangers. -Bai Juyi
When I came to the north, I felt that my righteousness was more important than gold. -Li Bai
I feel that you have no regrets, one is the subject of singing and the other is the guest. -Du Fu
I'm glad to hold the door in my hand. I know I appreciate you. Shangliu
Grateful friends' ancient poems
Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone. Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people. -Li Bai's "Drinking the Bright Moon Alone".
Thousands of apricot trees on the riverside have opened a new night wind. The garden is full of shadows, shining in the green waves all night: spring breeze all night. Tang Wangya's Spring Tour Song.
We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions. After all, the world is just a small place. ("Farewell Du to Shu Guan")
Oh, my friend's prince, you left again, and I heard them sigh behind you. (Li Bai: "Send a friend"
The grass turns green again in spring, but what about you, my friend Prince? ? (Bai Juyi: "Farewell to Ancient Grass")
4. Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow. Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west. (Wang Wei: "Send Yuan Er An Xi")