Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. -Li Shangyin "Untitled"
(3) Falling red is not heartless. Turning into spring mud can protect flowers. -Gong Zizhen (Qing Dynasty), Poetry in Shanghai.
(4) No matter the flat land or the top of the mountain, infinite scenery is occupied. After picking flowers into honey, who will work hard for whom and who will be sweet? -Luo Yin (Tang) "Bees"
(5) "I study silently, never tire of learning and never tire of teaching. What is this?" -Confucius, The Analects of Confucius.
(6) "If there are three people, there must be my teacher." -Confucius
(7) Therefore, teachers preach, teach and dispel doubts. -Han Yu's "Shi Shuo"
(8) "Thousands of teachers teach people to seek truth, and thousands of students learn to be a man"-Tao Xingzhi
(9) Yan Wu Ying Ge Xi Yingtao Lihuan Xiao Chun Campus.
Education-oriented, peaches and plums all over the world, pearls all over Kyushu, fruitful.
(10) peaches and plums are full of branches, and the spring is beautiful.
Talented people get together to practice literature and practice, and there are many Wu Dongliang.
(12) Strive to cultivate peaches and plums all over the world.
Learn from others and win the Pearl of Kyushu.
(13) Gardeners devote themselves to Yu Chunyu.
Tao Li Man China Xiang
2. 10 Ancient poems about teachers and students. 1. "Ji Hai Miscellaneous Poems 5" Qing: Gong Zizhen is far away from the sun, and the whip refers to the end of the world.
E68A84E799Be5BaA6E79Fa5E981933133366303763 Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud will protect the flowers. 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 fallen flower, 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. 2. "The Wind and Planting Flowers in Gong Ling Lvyetang" Tang Dynasty: Baijuyi Lvyetang occupies five flowers, and passers-by refers to Gong Ling.
Your father is full of peaches and plums, so why plant a variety of flowers in front of the hall? The Green Field Hall is open, occupying the essence of everything. Passers-by said it was your father's home. Your father's students are all over the world. There is no need to plant flowers in front of the house.
3. "Bee" Tang Dynasty: No matter the flat land or the top of the mountain, Luo Yin is occupied by infinite scenery. After picking flowers into honey, who will work hard for whom and who will be sweet? No matter on the flat ground or on the top of the mountain, wherever flowers are in full bloom, bees are occupied.
Who are they busy for after they have collected all the flowers to make honey? Who do you brew mellow honey for? 4. "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" Tang Dynasty: Du Fu knew the rainy season, which happened in spring. 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 the fields and paths, and only a little fishing fire from a fishing boat by the river emitted a ray of light, which was particularly bright.
When the morning comes, the wet soil must be covered with red petals, and the streets and alleys of Jinguancheng must be a colorful scene. 5. Untitled Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin, it was long before I met her, but after we parted, the east wind rose and a hundred flowers blossomed.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and when the torch turns to ashes, tears will flow dry. 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.
Not far from her charming mountain, oh, bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! . 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. 6. "Hsinchu" Tang Dynasty: Hsinchu in Zheng Xie is higher than the old bamboo branches, supported by veteran cadres.
New students will be born next year, and ten dragons and grandchildren will go around Fengchi. Hsinchu is taller than the old bamboo, and its growth depends entirely on the old branches.
New ones will grow and grow taller next year. 7. "Apprentice" Tang Dynasty: Shang Liu has nowhere to go, as if it were like glass.
No matter who reaches the realm of poetry, Zen has gone beyond poetry. The world is full of illusory illusions, as transparent as glass. Who can achieve that state of mind in poetry? Only inner purity can do it, and only Zen can produce wonderful poetry.
8. "Yuan Shi" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi, the son of the white tree in the East Palace, was the Zen master of Nansi Temple. Seeing each other in the distance, there is nothing in my heart.
When will I, a DPRK official, Henan Temple Ziyuan, meet again? Probably have to wait until there is nothing secular in my heart. 9. "Seeking Harmony, Respecting Teachers and Living in Seclusion" Tang Dynasty: Li Baiqun is a towering skyscraper, and he doesn't remember the carefree years.
Clear the thick clouds for the ancient road of Gu Shan, and the strange trees listen to the painting springs. Warm flowers lie on green cows, white cranes sleep on high pine branches.
Talk to the teacher, the river has been shrouded in dusk, I want to walk alone in the cold mountain clouds. The peaks are steep, and you don't have to remember the happy years when you climb the Moby Sky.
Open thick clouds to find ancient mountain roads, and strange trees listen to paintings and flow springs. There are green cows lying in the warm flowers, and white cranes sleeping on the tall pine branches.
Yong Zun and I talked until the river was shrouded in dusk, so we had to walk down the misty cold mountain alone. 10. The authors of "Four Musts, Unforgettable Teachers" met in a hurry, and the school flower was a bit red.
Deep friendship is always in the dream of the soul, and deep kindness is always in the heart. Meeting a teacher is like meeting once. It's really sloppy. The campus was bustling and opened several times, but I didn't go back to visit my teacher.
But I will always cherish the teachers' education and kindness to me and never forget their gratitude.
3. What poems describe the feelings of teachers and students? 1. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night Tang Dynasty: Du Fu.
Original text:
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.
Translation:
Good rain knows the solar terms of rain, and plants germinate and grow in spring.
As the spring breeze quietly falls at night, it silently moistens everything in spring.
On a rainy night, the field path was dark, and only the lights on the river boat flashed alone.
Looking at the flowers soaked in rain at dawn, they are beautiful and red, and the whole Jinguan City has become a world of flowers and flowers.
2, "Don't Xue Hua" Tang Dynasty: Wang Bo
Original text:
There are many difficult roads ahead, and only one person found his way in a hurry.
On the way of thousands of miles of frustration, lonely cold will destroy life, but a hundred years of body.
You and I are wandering, and our lives are equally bitter.
Go or stay, it will be another person in the dream.
Translation:
I sent away one journey after another. There are many difficult roads ahead, and only one person is eager to find the way.
Sorrow and frustration, loneliness and cold on the journey of thousands of miles will only destroy the body of life for a hundred years.
You and I both drift with the tide, and life is equally bitter.
Whether you leave or stay, you will be the person in the other person's dream.
3, "Yishui to give people a beard" Tang Dynasty: Luo
Original text:
In this place, Jing Ke bid farewell to Yan Taizi Dan, and the strong man was sad and sorrowful.
No one was there at that time, and the water is still cold today.
Translation:
In this place, Jing Ke bid farewell to Yan Taizi Dan, and a strong man was filled with grief and indignation.
At that time, everyone was gone, and today's Xiao is still so cold.
4. "Send to Cheng Wei Li Shaofu" Tang Dynasty: Zhang Jiuling
Original text:
Nanchangwei, Fujian, leaving the pavilion for spring.
Wildflowers are eager to see, but woodbirds are fresh to hear.
If you don't get drunk, you won't return.
Knowing each other far and near, Wan Li is still a neighbor.
Translation:
It was spring when the Nanchang county commandant was sent away, and the pillars on the roadside were used to bid farewell to the distinguished guests.
The beautiful wild flowers are in full view, and the humming in the forest is still fresh.
Say goodbye to the county seat and set foot on the road home, and go back to the car to go to Baimajin.
Confidant friends, regardless of distance, are neighbors across Wan Li.
5, "Bees" Tang Dynasty: Luo Yin
Original text:
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?
Translation:
No matter on the flat ground, on the mountain, where flowers bloom in the wind, there are bees running.
Bee, you picked all the flowers and made nectar. Who have you worked hard for and who do you want to taste the sweetness?
4. What poems and paragraphs about teachers and students describe teachers' poems?
1, East Palace white bastard, Nansi Zen master. Seeing each other in the distance, there is nothing in my heart. -Bai Juyi
2. The teacher lives in the Gaodi Temple in Jiting, with an inclined corridor leaning against the clouds. -Zhang Ji's Sending Monks to Jiting Mountain Temple
3, there is no teacher in the world, so the old road is beneficial. -Liu Zongyuan
4, the prince stopped phoenix tube, the teacher Xiang Yan lyre. -Li Bai's "Jinling listens to the flute"
5, Wendaoxi scenery is good, the teacher passed again. -Zhang Ji's "Send Monks to Jinzhou"
6, the jade pot raises Bing Xin-Bing Xin "Bing Xin"
7. Hsinchu is taller than the old bamboo branches, supported by veteran cadres. New students will be born next year, and 100 thousand dragons and grandchildren will go around Fengchi. -Zheng Xie
8. I want to be a pillar of indomitable spirit. I've been running here and there for half my life, and now I'm sailing, and Yao Lu Mountain is high and long. -Anonymous Six Long History of Tianjingsha
9. "Decline": I am well aware of Song Yu's bitterness, romance and elegance. He is also my teacher. -Du Fu's "The Second of Five Records of Places of Interest"
10, the crane sends silver silk to reflect the sun and the moon, and the heart is full of blood. -Anonymous "couplets"
1 1, void is everywhere, like glass. No matter who reaches the realm of poetry, Zen has gone beyond poetry. -Shang Liu's Return to the Teacher
12, dare to say and do, no regrets. The storm thundered and thundered, and the eyebrows were raised. Who else in the world? -Anonymous "Six Poems by Wang Bencheng of Tianjingsha"
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. -Li Shangyin Untitled It was a long time before I met her, but it was even longer after we broke up.
14, Hsinchu is taller than the old bamboo branches, and it is all supported by old cadres. New students will be born next year, and ten dragons and grandchildren will go around Fengchi. -Anonymous "Hsinchu"
5. Write a poem about the feelings between teachers and students. Silkworms in spring have to spin until they die, and candles have to be drained every night. Your work today is to build the future of the motherland; Your teaching is in the classroom, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland.
Your position will never change, but your footprints are everywhere; Your temples will turn gray one day, but your youth will last forever. On our way from naivety to maturity and from ignorance to civilization, you have opened the way for us with the torch of life.
The teacher's spring breeze bathes my heart every day. A good teacher is better than thousands of books.
Dear teacher, your sincere love has awakened a lot of confusion, cultivated a lot of self-confidence, ignited a lot of youth and destroyed many sails. The crane sends silver silk to reflect the sun and the moon, and its efforts are full of new flowers.
Once a teacher, always a father. A passage was given by my teacher.
Gardener, lofty title, I wish you peaches and plums all over the world and spring glow. The river pushes us to the vast sea, and the dawn brings us a bright morning; Dear teacher, you have led us to a brilliant life.
Teacher, some people say that you are the pillar of the motherland, not that you are the pillar of the motherland, but that you support the backbone of our generation. Teachers are the cultivators and sowers of beauty.
It's you, shining with beautiful sunshine, nourishing beautiful rain and dew, and making our hearts green. Your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze and as sweet as a clear spring.
Your love is more severe than father's love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than friendship. Your teacher's love is the greatest and cleanest in the world.
Teacher, the light of wisdom we send out will always shine with the spark that you personally lit. Teacher, everyone says that you are cultivating the pillars of the motherland; I want to say that you are the pillars of the motherland.
You have propped up the backbone of our generation! You are like a red candle, giving all the heat and light to the younger generation! Your character and spirit can be summed up in two words-burning! Keep burning! Your lecture is rich and colorful. Every chapter seems to open a window in front of me and let me see a beautiful new world ... Ah, with you, the garden is so gorgeous and the earth is full of spring! Teacher, please open the window and have a look. All this love and this garden full of peaches and plums are paying tribute to you! Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how can so many beautiful flowers of the soul bloom? Teacher, the engineer of human soul, who won't praise you! Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and happiness. Teacher, you are the sower of this hope and happiness! Teacher, you are a cultivator and a sower of beauty.
It is you who shine the beautiful sunshine, moisten the beautiful rain and dew, make our hearts green and full of flowers! You are busy with the blooming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, silently hanging the shade of leaves! Ah, teacher, your spirit, always remember my heart! You are more like a nameless root, let the young trees grow sturdily, let the branches bear rich fruits, but ask for nothing in return. You gave us a ruler of life, let us measure it every day; You gave us a mirror of exemplary behavior, and let us learn everywhere.
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. When Miao Er needs 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.
Regardless of the cold inkstone in Qin Xin, peaches are ripe and dripping, but plums are ripe and incompetent. It is easy to grow flowers, but difficult to educate people. The valley is very fragrant, poems are full of people, paintings are full of people, and talented people smile.
Teacher, you use the noblest feelings of human beings-love, sowing spring, sowing ideals, sowing strength ... sowing with words, cultivating with colored pens, watering with sweat and nourishing with painstaking efforts. This is the noble work of our beloved teacher. You work in the present, but you are building the future of the motherland; You teach in class, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland.
Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then students are the sand in the clam; You lick it, grind it, soak it, and wash it with love ... Over the years, the sand turns into pearls and shines. There are countless proud and happy memories in your teaching career, but you keep them in your heart, just staring at a garden to be explored.
If I were a poet, I would write poems with enthusiasm and praise the vastness and profundity of the sea. And dedicated to you-my broad-minded and knowledgeable teacher.
Teachers are kindling, igniting the fire in students' hearts; Teachers are stone steps, carrying students to climb steadily step by step. You are like a candle, thin as it is, but with a little heat and light, it illuminates others and exhausts yourself.
This selfless dedication is unforgettable. The language of your lectures is as sweet as a tinkling mountain spring, as cordial as a gurgling stream, and as turbulent as a rushing river ... Spring silkworm has never said anything to brag in her life, and the silver silk spit out is a ruler to measure the value of life.
Dear teacher, you have never shown off in front of others, but the blooming peaches and plums are the highest evaluation for you. Your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze and as sweet as a clear spring.
Your love is more severe than father's love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than friendship. Your teacher's love is the greatest and cleanest in the world.
The value of fireflies is to shine on others with lights hanging from the back end; Your respect lies in always providing convenience for others. Who scattered the rain and dew all over the earth? Who feeds the seedlings hard? It's you, teacher, you are a great gardener! Look at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one is not as hard as you, and which one is not as smiling as you! Your lecture is rich and colorful. Every chapter seems to open a window in front of me and let me see a beautiful new world ... Ah, with you, the garden is so gorgeous and the earth is full of spring! Teacher, please open the window and have a look. All this love and this garden full of peaches and plums are paying tribute to you! Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how can so many beautiful flowers of the soul bloom? Teacher, the engineer of human soul, who won't praise you! Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and happiness.
Teacher, you are the sower of this hope and happiness! Teacher, you are a cultivator and a sower of beauty. You are the one who uses meiyang.
6. High-quality answers to poems about teachers and students' emotions.
1. What happened today was yesterday's dream.
The precious feelings of teachers and students in those days
Spring breeze melts rain and moistens everything.
Young crops benefit from strong growth.
Teachers' virtues are widely praised.
Disciples feel sorry for the end of their lives.
Remember everything.
All the threads are asleep.
These cases are engraved on my mind.
Finally, the word "good" is always related to love.
Spend 300 days with you
Get along endlessly.
2. (Poetry) Teacher-student relationship
We are two trees in the forest.
I am Xiao Shu.
You are a big tree.
We stand together.
Learn from your deep love.
We are two leaves on a branch.
They are a pair of good friends who are happy in the breeze
I love you
You love me.
We are still two seedlings in the world.
I am Vivi.
You are the great temple.
Like a mother and daughter on the battlefield.
Laugh while growing up
until one day
A strong wind blew.
I'm still standing here
You are far away.
But I am still like a winter jasmine.
Looking forward to the spring breeze.
Looking forward to our reunion.
Although I'm looking forward to it
There are also deep gratitude and thoughts.
3. Lilacs
Stand on tiptoe,
Walking into the quiet yard,
We put a clove,
Plant it in the teacher's window.
Teacher, teacher,
Let its green branches and leaves,
Put your hand in your window,
Stay with you every night.
Teacher-
Green leaves rustle in the wind,
That was when we were in song for you,
Help you get rid of the fatigue of the day.
Teacher-
A tree full of flowers,
That's our smiling face,
Thank you for always supporting us.
It's late at night, and the stars are sleepy and blink.
Teacher, have a rest,
Let the flowers float into your dreams,
That dream must be sweet and fragrant.
The teacher's kindness is shared with the crescent moon.
Qingjian piano splits the gap in the night
fine hair
Suddenly active.
You are at such a moment.
Come to me.
pitch-dark night
The wings of the wind are flowing.
There must be tears from classmates who shine.
Your lens
Tear the dark side
You are inside and outside the window.
This is the wave of the heart lake.
Dancing in the shade of trees
You are like the crescent moon, full of thoughts.
You are from China.
Stone is the softest flower.
Lu Xun's hair is your sonorous words standing in history.
Beat the bone
Every inch of healthy skin.
My face is like the real copy of Liu Gongquan.
You can call out
Crisp syllables
I support you as a gentleman.
You suddenly laughed.
One of the most brilliant flowers.
Big and tender
You said the stone was the softest part.
Missing is the road in the dark.
I am your * * * scattered in the Jianghu.
With other disciples
Standing on the roadside of missing.
Review your difficult sentences.
My mind spits out new green and grows new branches day by day.
I know you're watching us.
Plant a deadly method.
Finding you is the wish of this life.
We can tell by looking at our faces.
Brothers and sisters stand in a row.
Pave the way for missing.
7. What 1, three-year-old sentences about teachers and students' feelings, left a pen, but a short article; Looking back three years, how can you forget the love between teachers and students!
Whether I become a tall and straight poplar or a low grass, teacher, I will pay tribute to you with my green life.
There is a feeling in the world, which transcends family and friendship. That is the teacher's meticulous care for us and his careful teaching.
I am a green tree, bathed in the sunshine of wisdom, thriving in the soil of your knowledge. The deep feelings of the sky and the earth are engraved in my heart and will never be forgotten.
I remember the rustling of maple leaves at that time, and I thought of the original teacher-student relationship.
Miss, turn my thoughts into good wishes and send them to you in the distance-the teacher who once gave me sunshine and rain, the spring breeze.
7. We like you, my teacher; You are as handsome as spruce and as deep as blue sky; You are very knowledgeable and have a tolerant heart.
8. Dedicated to the beloved teacher: We look for those beautiful and eternal memories and silently wish you health and happiness forever!
9. I am too pious to look for words, because the word "teacher" itself is the highest respect in the world.
10, although we can't see you or hear your voice, we still listen to your teachings from time to time as in the past.
1 1, like chalk. It gives me knowledge, outlines my soul and points out my future. Isn't that beautiful chalk your incarnation? Thank you teacher!
12, I am not your best student, but you are my most respected teacher.
13, we moved from naivety to maturity, from ignorance to civilization, and you? Dear teacher, you have lit up my way forward with the torch of life.
14, who gave us the language of civilization? Who taught us the philosophy of life? Who teaches us how to be a man? It is you! Hard gardener!
15, you are a bridge and we are passers-by; You are a tree and we are birds.