1. Poems about gratitude to parents and teachers
Poems about gratitude to parents and teachers 1. Poems about gratitude to parents and teachers
1. "Wandering Son's Song" 》Tang Mengjiao
The thread in the hands of the loving mother, the clothes on the wanderer's body. Before leaving, I was afraid of returning late.
Whoever speaks of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring light.
2. "Farewell to My Mother" by Huang Zhongze of the Qing Dynasty
Pulling up the curtains to pay homage to my mother and going to the river beam, I will be worried for a long time and my eyes will dry up with tears.
It was a miserable snowy night in Chaimen, and it was better to have children than not to have children at this time.
3. "Tenth Five-Year Plan" King Anshi of the Song Dynasty
He sent his mother to Han ditch and left Bai Hanyin at home. When the moon comes out and Du Yu is heard, the north and the south are always concerned.
4. "Arriving Home at the End of the Year" by Jiang Shiquan of the Qing Dynasty
My love for my son is endless, and I am happy to return home. The cold clothes are densely stitched, and the letters home are freshly inked.
When we meet, I pity the thin man, and call him to ask about his hardships. I feel ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh in the dust.
5. "Mother Farewell Son" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
Mother bids farewell to son, son bids farewell to mother, and the sound of crying is painful in the absence of light during the day.
The general of Kansai Hsiliers, who defeated Xin Ce Xun last year.
The imperial edict gave two million in money, and Luoyang welcomed people like flowers.
New people welcome and old people abandon them, the lotus in the palm is a thorn in the eye.
It is not enough to be sad to welcome the new and abandon the old. It is sad to leave two children in your family.
My mother and son have been separated for a long time because of the new Yanwan of your couple.
It is not as good as the crows and magpies in the forest. The mother does not lose her young, the male and the female.
It should be like the peach and plum trees in the garden, the flowers falling on the branches with the wind.
Newbies, newbies, listen to my words, Luoyang Unlimited Red Mansion Girl.
I hope that the general will be able to perform meritorious service again, and that there will be new people better than you.
6. "Motherly Love" by Yang Weizhen of the Yuan Dynasty
A loving mother loves her young, and Zhao Jiaguangyi is the crown prince.
The steps of the dragon and the tiger change day by day, and the dog follows the eagle and follows the trend.
Isn’t there a six-foot solitary child under the knee? Ah Zhao and Amei are not crotches.
The ghost lights are blurry at night, and the heavy snow is falling.
If hundreds of officials don’t hold Dong Hu’s pen, how can an orphan and a widower call her husband?
Suddenly, a silver pillar ax was pierced on the ground in front of the bed, causing trouble for the books in the golden cabinet of King Han.
7. "Mo Xuan Tu" Mian of the King of Yuan Dynasty
The bright day lily flowers grow under the north hall.
The south wind blows his heart, shaking it for whom?
A loving mother leans on her door with love, but a wanderer’s journey is painful.
The sweet messages are sparse every day, and the sound and questions are blocked every day.
Looking up at the cloud forest, I feel ashamed to hear the wise birds singing.
8. "Who's Son" by Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty
Who's son is neither crazy nor crazy, and he went to the king's house to praise the Taoist priest.
The white-headed old mother covered the door and cried, rolling up the broken sleeves of her shirt and leaving them in place.
The bride with green eyebrows was twenty years old, and she was driven back home and cried through the city.
Perhaps Yun wanted to learn how to play Feng Sheng, and admired Ling Fei as much as Xiao Shi.
It is also said that the customs of the time are based on ordinary people, and they strive to obtain noble positions through dangerous and strange practices.
Although there are legends about gods, those who know them will know that they are delusional.
A sage, a king, and a virtuous person can be bullied, but why should he die in a poor mountain?
Oh my brother, Yu Xincheng, I am willing to teach you from beginning to end.
It is not too late to punish him if he does not punish him.
Whoever has sympathy for his friends and relatives can write this poem to me as a gift.
9. "Dan Ge Xing" by Wang Jian of the Tang Dynasty
When a person is born, the sun begins to rise. Going up the mountain late, going down the mountain quickly.
Thirty-six thousand dynasties in a hundred years, the night will be strong for half a day.
Singing and dancing must be done early. Yesterday is better than today.
People think that men and women are good at birth, but they don’t know that men and women make people grow old.
Short song line, no music.
10. "Reply on behalf of an old man from Beizhou" by Tang Zhangwei
He said that the old man had three sons, and two of them died in the yellow sand.
Now that the children have grown up, they will be drafted again next year after hearing the news.
I know for sure that this parting will be scattered, not as good as being together in death and life.
Lend your fields and houses to your neighbors, and return to your hometown alone.
No one knows how hard it is to have more descendants in this lifetime.
According to recent legends, the emperor respects martial arts and vegetables, and strengthens his troops to quell Hu Chen.
There is a long-term strategy for peace and harmony in the border area, so there is no need to displace the Chinese.
2. Ancient poems expressing gratitude to teachers or parents
Ancient poems expressing gratitude to teachers, "Planting Flowers in Fenghe Linggong's Green Field Hall";
Ancient poems expressing gratitude to mothers, " "Wandering Son's Song".
"Feng He Ling Gong Plants Flowers in Lu Ye Tang"
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Bai Juyi
Lu Ye Tang opened in Wuhua, and passers-by gave instructions to Ling Gong's house.
Your Majesty has peaches and plums all over the world, so why bother planting more flowers in front of the hall?
Appreciation
The green field hall is open and captures the essence of all things. Passers-by say that it is your grandpa’s home. His students are all over the world, so why plant flowers in front of the house? ? This poem uses the rhetoric of metonymy, using peaches and plums to represent students. Green Field Hall refers to the name of Pei Du's house in the Tang Dynasty.
This poem describes how Pei Du's house captures the essence of all things without planting flowers (the house is conspicuous and impressive). It expresses the praise of a teacher who is famous all over the world.
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"Wandering Son's Song"
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Author: Meng Jiao
Original text:
The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wanderer.
Before leaving, I am afraid of returning late.
Whoever speaks an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring.
Translation
The loving mother used the needle and thread in her hands to make clothes for her son who was traveling far away.
Before leaving, I sewed it stitch by stitch, fearing that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
Who dares to say that children with filial piety as weak as Xiaocao can repay the kindness of Chunhui Puze?
Notes
⑴ Wanderer: In ancient times, it was called a person who traveled far and wide. Yin: the name of the poetry style.
⑵ Wanderers: refers to the poet himself and various wanderers who have left their hometown.
⑶Lin: will.
⑷ Fear: Worry. Return: come back, go home.
⑸ Who said: It is "difficult to be a general". Yan: speak. Cuncao: small grass. This is a metaphor for children. Heart: a semantic pun, referring to both the stems of plants and trees, and the hearts of children.
⑹Repay: repay. Three Chunhui: The bright sunshine in spring refers to the kindness of a loving mother. Three Spring: The first month of the lunar calendar was formerly called Meng Chun, February was Mid Spring, and March was Ji Chun. They were collectively called the Three Spring. Hui: Sunshine. Maternal love is described as the warm and genial sunshine shining on the children in spring.
3. Wonderful sentences about being grateful to parents and teachers
1. Your work is in the present, but you are building the future of the motherland; your teaching is in the classroom, but your achievements are in the motherland. in all directions.
2. Your position will never change, but your footprints are all over the world; your temples will turn gray one day, but your youth will last for a hundred years. 3. On our way from childishness to maturity, from ignorance to civilization, you use the torch of life to clear the way for us.
4. The spring breeze of teachers bathes my heart every day. 5. A good teacher is better than ten thousand books.
6. Dear teacher, your sincere love has awakened so much confusion, nurtured so much self-confidence, ignited so much youth, and destroyed so much ambition. 7. The silver hair of the crane reflects the sun and the moon, and the fervent heart fertilizes new flowers.
8. Once a teacher, always a father. 9. All these gifts are from my teacher.
10. Gardener, a noble title, I wish you a world full of peaches and plums, and spring sunshine everywhere. 11. Rivers push us to the vast sea, and dawn brings us bright mornings; dear teacher, you lead us to a magnificent life.
12. Teacher, people say that you are cultivating the pillars of the motherland. It is better to say that you are the pillars of the motherland. It is you who support the backbone of our generation. 13. Teachers are cultivators and sowers of beauty.
It is you who shine with your beautiful sunshine and moisturize with your beautiful rain and dew, so that our hearts are green and full of flowers. 14. Your love is as warm as the sun, as gentle as the spring breeze, and as sweet as the clear spring.
Your love is more severe than father's love, more delicate than mother's love, and more pure than friendship. You--teacher's love is the greatest and most noble in the world.
15. Teacher, the light of wisdom emanating from us will always shine with the spark ignited by you yourself. Teacher, everyone says that you cultivate the pillars of the motherland; but I want to say that you are the pillars of the motherland.
It is you who support the backbone of our generation! You are like a red candle, giving all your heat and light to your descendants! Your character and spirit can be summed up in two words - burning! Keep burning! The classes you taught are so rich and colorful. Each chapter seems to have opened a window in front of me, allowing me to see a beautiful new world... Ah, with you, the garden is so beautiful and the earth is so beautiful. Full of spring! Teacher, open the window and take a look. This garden full of spring scenery, this garden full of peaches and plums, are all saluting you! Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how could so many beautiful flowers of soul bloom? Teacher, engineer of the human soul, who would not praise you! Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and happiness. Teacher, you are the sower of hope and happiness! Teacher, you are a cultivator of beauty and a sower of beauty.
It is you who shine with your beautiful sunshine and moisturize with your beautiful rain and dew, so that our hearts are filled with green grass and blooming flowers! You are busy with the blooming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, silently hanging the green shade of leaves! Ah, teacher, your spirit will always be in my heart! You are more like the unknown tree roots, which make the young trees grow sturdily and make the branches full of abundant fruits, but do not ask for any reward. You gave us a ruler of life, allowing us to measure it every day; you gave us a mirror of exemplary behavior, so that we have role models to learn from everywhere.
You are the bridge that connects us to the severed mountains, allowing us to reach the peak of harvest; you are the ivy, tough and slender, guiding us to pick Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng on the top of the cliff.
When a seedling needs a glass of water, he will never give him a bucket of water; and when he needs a bucket of water, he will never give him a glass of water.
Giving at the right time and in the right amount is the skill of a good gardener. My teacher, this is also your art of education.
Regardless of hard work, the peach tree will lose its essence when it is ripe, and the plum tree will be ripe with poor skills. It is easy to plant flowers but difficult to cultivate people. The fragrance of flying in the valley is extraordinary, the world is filled with poems, paintings, and talented people are all smiling.
Teacher, you use the most noble human emotion - love, to sow spring, sow ideals, sow power... Sow with words, cultivate with colored pens, water with sweat, moisten with hard work, this is us Dear teacher, noble labor. You work today, but you are building the future of the motherland; you teach in the classroom, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland.
Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then the student is the sand in the clam; you use love to lick it, grind it, soak it, wash it... Over the years, the sand becomes a particle A pearl, shining brightly. There are countless proud and happy memories in your teaching career, but you treasure them in your heart and just look at the field to be developed.
If I were a poet, I would write poems with enthusiasm to praise the vastness and depth of the sea. And dedicate it to you, my teacher with a broad mind and profound knowledge.
Teachers are the fire, igniting the fire of students' hearts; teachers are stone steps, supporting students to climb up step by step. You are like a candle, although it is thin, you have some heat and some light, illuminating others and exhausting yourself.
This selfless dedication will never be forgotten. The language of your lectures is as sweet as the tinkling mountain springs, as friendly as the gurgling creeks, and as exciting as the rushing rivers... Spring silkworms have never said anything they boast about in their lives, and the silver thread they spit out is the 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 praise for you. Your love is as warm as the sun, as gentle as the spring breeze, and as sweet as the clear spring.
Your love is more severe than father's love, more delicate than mother's love, and more pure than friendship. You, the teacher's love, is the greatest and most noble in the world.
The value of a firefly lies in using the lamp hanging on its tail to shine on others; your respectability lies in always providing convenience to others. Who spreads the rain and dew all over the earth? Who works hard to nurture the seedlings? It's you, teacher, you are a great gardener! Look at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one doesn’t have your hard work on it, and which one doesn’t have your smile on it! The classes you taught are so rich and colorful. Each chapter seems to open a window in front of me, allowing me to see a beautiful new world... Ah, with you, the garden is so beautiful and the earth is so beautiful. Full of spring! Teacher, open the window and take a look. This garden full of spring scenery, this garden full of peaches and plums, are all saluting you! Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how could so many beautiful flowers of soul bloom? Teacher, engineer of the human soul, who would not praise you! Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and happiness.
Teacher, you are the sower of hope and happiness! Teacher, you are a cultivator of beauty, beautiful.
4. Poems about gratitude to teachers and parents
We grow up bathed in the sunshine of love
We nourish the growth of true love in the world
< p> How many times have I fallen asleep with a feeling of happinessHow many times have I dreamed of the future with tears in my eyes
People who are always grateful are the happiest
< p> A life that is always grateful is the sweetestLearn to be grateful - be grateful to my parents, because they gave me precious life
Learn to be grateful - be grateful to me teachers, because they have given me infinite knowledge
Learn to be grateful - be grateful to my friends, because they have given me the strength to overcome difficulties
Learn to be grateful - be grateful to those around me Everything, because they gave me a harmonious and healthy growth space
Don’t forget to say - "Thank you"
On our growth path, there are too many people to be grateful to. If there are many people you want to thank the most, just write the words of gratitude on the gratitude card.
5. Poems about being grateful to teachers
Ode to teachers
Four spring breezes bring preparations,
Several autumn rains wash away the gaps.
The black hair accumulates frost and weaves the sun and the moon,
The chalk writes the Spring and Autumn without words.
Spring is not old when all the silk is spun,
The tears of candles turn to gray and become thicker in autumn.
Thousands of peaches and plums are sown in spring, and China will be filled with fruits in autumn.
Six Poems of Tianjingsha
1. Pictures of a long history
Looking for talents and pillars,
the sky, the land and the sea.
I have been busy traveling here and there for half my life,
Now I am sailing again,
The road is far away, the mountains are high and the water is long.
2. Teacher Kuang Huanxue
He is a man of high moral character, profound Confucianism and erudition.
He respects heroes and heroes.
The right time, place and people are in the right place.
His pen is like a devil.
It is amazing.
3. Wang Benzheng
Dare to speak, dare to act, and
have no complaints, no regrets, no regrets.
The storm is thundering,
I exhale and raise my eyebrows,
Who else in the world can I do?
4. Huilan Pavilion
For the country, the home and the people,
weather the wind, sun or rain.
The blue sea, blue sky and white clouds,
the sun, moon and stars,
accompany you in your lifelong pursuit.
5. Guan Zhongtu
He was upright and upright,
he did things openly and brightly.
Gathering heroes from all over the world,
Masters are famous,
The world is open to me.
6. The Picture of Yixian
Have a mind of thousands of miles around the world,
Look to the infinite future.
Showcasing his unparalleled talents,
Returning to Yaotai,
Heaven and earth were horrified.
Four spring breezes have brought preparation,
Several autumn rains have washed away the gaps.
The black hair accumulates frost and weaves the sun and the moon,
The chalk writes the Spring and Autumn without words.
Spring is not old when all the silk is spun,
The tears of candles turn to gray and become thicker in autumn.
Thousands of peaches and plums are sown in spring, and China will be filled with fruits in autumn.
It is better to seek a teacher than to learn. -----Yang Xiong
The master of sage impermanence. -----Han Yu
It is easy to meet a Confucian teacher, but it is difficult to meet a human teacher. -----Sima Guang
There is no saint king in ancient times who did not respect his teacher. -----Lv Buwei
If the whole world does not follow the example, the way will be separated. -----Liu Zongyuan
Scholars must seek teachers, and they must be cautious in following them. -----Cheng Yi
Once a teacher, always a father. ----Guan Hanqing
Learning is as valuable as a teacher, and it is also valuable as a friend. -----Tang Zhen
To learn, there is nothing more important than respecting your teacher. -----Tan Sitong
The ancient scholars must be strict with their teachers, and the teachers should be strict and then the Taoist should be respected. -----Ouyang Xiu
There is neither high nor low, neither long nor short. Where the Tao exists, the teacher exists. -----Han Yu
Among the three of us, we must have a teacher; choose the good ones and follow them, and change the bad ones. -----Confucius
6. Poems about gratitude to teachers and parents and poems reflecting the friendship of friends
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There is no need to search far and wide,
When it comes to heroes, they are among the teachers,
right in front of you.
I have gone through all the hardships without regrets,
I am just a child.
It is worth looking back on the past ten years,
with no regrets and no worries,
holding the red flag and silently offering sacrifices to the red flag.
Loyalty and love are unparalleled.
Gardeners are happy when seedlings grow strong,
How many people know,
Usually hard work, going to bed late and getting up early,
Dry, damp, cold, warm and haggard ,
It’s all in my heart and my eyes.
After trying every possible means,
The building will be built with good materials,
thanks to the hard work of today.
Light and heat are endless.
7. Gratitude to Parents and Teachers Ancient Poems
Li Bai was about to travel in a boat when he suddenly heard the sound of people singing on the shore.
The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, and it is not as deep as Wang Lun’s gift to me.
"Motherly Love" by Yang Weizhen of the Yuan Dynasty
Motherly love, love for the young, Zhao Jiaguangyi is the crown prince.
The steps of the dragon and the tiger change day by day, and the dog follows the eagle and follows the trend.
Isn’t there a six-foot solitary child under the knee? Ah Zhao and Amei are not crotches.
The ghost lights are blurry at night, and the heavy snow is falling.
If hundreds of officials don’t hold Dong Hu’s pen, how can an orphan and a widower call her husband?
Suddenly, a silver pillar ax was pierced on the ground in front of the bed, causing trouble for the books in the golden cabinet of King Han.
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The thread in the hands of the loving mother, the clothes on the body of the wanderer.
Before leaving, I am afraid of returning late.
Whoever speaks an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring.
Fenghe servant shot Prime Minister Pei and expressed his gratitude to Han Yu
After achieving success in civil and military affairs, he became a hundred masters. The forest garden is poor and prosperous, and the bells and drums are happy and clear.
Leave behind the high-level essays and carve out small poems. Naturally everything is possible, who can be better than Fan Li?
In the second chapter of Hongci, I would like to express my gratitude to Pi Rixiu, the minister of the Ministry of War.
It is clear that the list of immortals is clear and empty, so it is natural to return the elixir to Jiuzhuan.
Painting a tiger has transformed into a dog; climbing a dragon has transformed it into a fish.
Kong Xianji promised a thousand pieces of gold, but lost a piece of paper to Liu Hong.
There is still room for repaying kindness, but I don’t know how to clear the road.
Narrative thanksgiving to Di Youcheng Zheng Gu
In the past, he voted for Zhi, and Guanhe was in Zuofeng. Duke Yu paid close attention to Yu, and Wang Can promised to take it easy.
The first recommendation is a special gift, and the whole family lives close to each other. The white building accompanies me to write, and I feel happy with my encounter.
I miss the swallows in Liangjian and deeply pity the pine trees at the bottom of the stream. The light of the lotus and the moon shines brightly, and the wine tastes strong like chrysanthemum.
The bandits were unable to move to another country, and they drifted away a few times. A journey of sorrow and adversity for half a life, and the door is closed in the second century.
The snow of Sichuan follows the monks, and the smoke of thorns chases the wild geese. The temples have withered away, and the behavior has lost its trace.
Although it was too late to get things done, Chen Shi refused to be lazy. Recently, we are approaching Jiuren, and we are admiring the three peaks.
There is no limit to the love you have for living, and there is so much meaning in bragging. Since then, the couple has never sighed again.
A letter of gratitude was sent to Mr. Li Dong, Situ Xianggong in the first chapter of Jiyi
When I encountered the award in the west of the snow-covered peak, half of the family's bones were broken.
When the time comes, the wise men return to the mirror to repay their kindness and kindness and light Buddha lamps.
I have heard that all the countries are quiet, and I have seen the clear river again.
The Yan Pavilion, which ranks first in merit, still ends in Mandu Mausoleum in the south.
Thank you Li Que the next day.
In the second year of his career, he was in the middle of the country.
Even when I was waiting for the prince to see me off, there was still a letter from the emperor coming out of the customs.
I don’t know how the kindness of heaven and earth will be repaid, and I can’t even think about it.
Where the reeds stand in the setting sun, the distant waves are as green as moss.
When I arrived at the border of Shouchang County, Yanzhou, I asked for permission to be exempted from the performance, but I was still grateful to Lu You.
As soon as Xiao Chuanchi arrived in Jiangcun, he bowed to his court clothes stained with tears.
I dare to hate that the imperial city is as far away as the sun, and I like to hear the words of heaven as warm as spring.
Hanlin only returned the mountain edict, and the Xiang River empty-handedly summoned the soul of the country.
How can I repay the kindness of the Holy Lord? From the end of the sky, I look at Xiumen.
Give him a peach and repay him with a plum.
A drop of kindness should be repaid by a spring.
Dedicate yourself to death. (Zhuge Liang's "The Master's Guide")
The crow has the meaning of feeding back, and the sheep know the kindness of kneeling to breast
Who says that the heart of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three springs of sunshine. If a person receives great kindness and If he later turned against his benefactor, he would have to take care of his own dignity and must be more vicious than an unrelated stranger. He would have to prove the other person's guilt to explain his ruthlessness - Thackeray
Thank you The least of virtues, ingratitude is the worst of vices - English proverb A bee sips nectar from a flower and leaves with a grateful thanksgiving. The flamboyant butterfly believes that the flower should thank him. —— Rabindranath Tagore
When people help me, I will never forget them; when I help others, I will never forget them.
—— Hua Luogeng
Every kind of favor has a barb, which will hook the mouth that swallows the favor. The benefactor can drag him wherever he wants—— Tang En
Ingratitude is worse than lying, vanity, gossip, drunkenness or other evils that exist in the weak heart - British proverb
Despicable people are always ungrateful: ingratitude is what it is The despicable part - Hugo
An ungrateful person cannot be saved when he is in trouble - Greek proverb