Poems about thanking teachers 1. What are the ancient poems about thanking teachers?
1. Yuan Shi
Tang Bai Juyi
East palace white bastard, South Temple Zen master.
Seeing each other in the distance, there is nothing in my heart.
2. "Seeking harmony, respecting teachers and living in seclusion"
Tang Libai
The mountain peak is steep, and Capricorn's day is free from the memory of that year.
Dial the clouds to find the ancient road, lean against the trees and listen to the flowing water.
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.
3. Ji Hai's miscellaneous poems
Qing palace zizhen
Only the great explosive power of lightning can make the land of China exude vitality, but the social and political situation is not angry, but a kind of sadness.
I advise God to cheer up and not stick to certain norms to belittle more people.
Step 4 reward the questioner
Don
There is nowhere in the void, like glass.
No matter who reaches the realm of poetry, Zen has gone beyond poetry.
5. Five unique teachers
Tang Bai Juyi
East palace white bastard, South Temple Zen master.
Seeing each other in the distance, there is nothing in my heart.
6. Five Wonders Reward Teachers
Tangliushang
There is nowhere in the void, like glass.
No matter who reaches the realm of poetry, Zen has gone beyond poetry.
The jade pot has a heart of ice, and the brush writes the soul of the teacher.
Enthusiasm is like a father's language, and talk like a friend.
A few lines of light words will accompany you for a lifetime.
I hope that the latecomers can successfully report to the master.
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Author: 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! .
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Gratitude is a philosophy of life and great wisdom of life. Smart people should not haggle over what they don't have, nor should they blindly ask for it and inflate their selfish desires. Learn to be grateful for what you have and what life has given you. Only in this way can you have a positive outlook on life and a healthy attitude.
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2. The unforgettable poems of teachers are longer.
1, the teacher's kindness is unforgettable, and there are thousands of peaches and plums in the world. I worked hard to cultivate plums and taught them in my heart.
2. Cheng Menxue pears have been passed down from ancient times to modern times, and Mr. Xun's heart is like a mountain.
3, the spring cicada is dying, and the candle tears are exhausted every night.
4. All the peaches and plums in the world are in the door.
5. Life is an endless road. I walk, walk, keep walking. When I am tired and slack, your firm face, firm voice and tenacious spirit will float in my memory. Teacher, you have taught me life, how can I forget you!
6. Three feet platform, three inches tongue and three inches pen, three thousand peaches and plums
7. Ten years of trees, ten years of wind, ten years of rain and a hundred thousand columns.
8. Your inculcation has turned into wisdom in my heart, blood in my chest and code of conduct ... Thank you for your careful cultivation.
9. There are many places in the ends of the earth, but only the teacher's kindness is infinite.
10, those who drink it cherish its source, learn from its teacher and miss my teacher.
3. Describe the poem thanking the teacher
1: Thank you, teacher. You taught me selflessness, tolerance, and accepting others with a broad mind.
Today you work, but you build the future of the motherland. You teach in class, but your achievements are all-round. Teacher, you are the gardener of the garden. 1. Teacher, I thank you. You taught me selflessness, tolerance, and accepting others with a broad mind.
Today you work, but you build the future of the motherland. You teach in class, but your achievements are all-round. Teacher, you are the gardener in the garden, and we are the flowers you cultivate. I will always thank you.
Your inculcation has turned into wisdom in my heart, blood in my heart and code of conduct. Thank you for your careful cultivation. Without your generous dedication, I wouldn't be here today.
Thank you very much, dear teacher. 5: You give my child knowledge, and you show him the way forward.
You protect him like a mother. As the parents of children, thank you very much, and wish you good health and smooth sailing! Dear teacher: Thank you for everything you have done for me with your hard work and sweat. Your beautiful figure will never be erased in the hearts of students.
7: Birds encounter wind and rain and hide in their nests; There is a storm in my heart, and I always hide in your arms-my teacher, you are my umbrella and windbreak, how can I not thank you! 8. There is an emotion that can't be together but lasts forever, an endless effort without paying back, and a persistence but never giving up. Teacher, thank you for your care for each of us.
I sincerely wish you a happy holiday. 9. A sincere heart, clean hands, "three visits to the cottage", four visits to school children, five days and six months, seven ups and downs, nine to nine, the teacher is terrible.
Children in poor mountainous areas, thank your beloved teachers and wish you a happy holiday and a safe life! 10: It's like coming to the hearth from the windy outdoor on a snowy winter night; Teacher, your care, like the deep red of charcoal, has given me infinite warmth. How can I not thank you 1 1: If I can climb the dangerous peak, you have given me a strong body; If I can swim in the sky, you give me ideal wings; If I can stand on the waves, you give me the courage to fight them. Thank you, teacher, and wish you a happy holiday! 12: it's like coming to the hearth from the windy outdoor on a snowy night in winter; Teacher, your care, like the deep red of charcoal, has given me infinite warmth.
How can I not thank you? 13: thanks to my teacher, there is a rainbow, which does not appear after the rain, but also appears in the sky. However, it often appears in my heart, beating me, doing things seriously and being a wise man. 14: there is an emotion that can't be together forever, a kind of unrequited effort, but no end, a kind of persistence but never let go.
Teacher, thank you for your care for each of us. I sincerely wish you a happy holiday.
15: The sun can't compare with your enthusiasm, the moon can't compare with your tenderness, the bees can't compare with your diligence, and the ox can't compare with your diligence. Thank you for your unremitting efforts and your earnest teaching. I wish you a happy Teacher's Day forever! 16: There are many fish in the sea, only the kindness of the teacher is infinite. Thank you teacher! 17: Thank you for your concern, your help and everything you have done for me.
Please accept the best wishes of the students, and wish you a happy Teacher's Day and every day! 18: the bird meets the wind and rain and hides in its own nest; There is wind and rain in my heart, always hiding in your arms-teacher, you are my umbrella and wind wall, how can I not thank you! 19: Grateful heart, thank you, let me learn the true meaning of life. Grateful heart, thanks to the kindness of the teacher, taught me the truth of being a man.
On the occasion of Teacher's Day, I would like to extend my sincere wishes to you, wishing you eternal youth and happiness. Thank you for leading my life and for your tireless teaching.
In this festival that belongs to you, I send my most sincere wishes. Your kindness is hard to repay in this life. I just hope you are healthy and successful. Poems about thanking teachers 60 Poems about thanking teachers 60 2 1: Your inculcation has turned into wisdom in my mind, blood in my chest and norms of behavior. Thank you for your careful cultivation.
22: When I was a child, I didn't understand, complained about your harshness, hated your accusations, and didn't like your contrast. I won't know your good intentions until I grow up Thank you, teacher. Teacher's Day is coming. May you take care and be happy! 23: Teacher, thank you for warming us with sunshine-like love; You use your ocean-like knowledge to promote us; You teach us with your persistence in the breeze class.
At this moment when your festival is coming, please let me express my feelings for you in the simplest and deepest sentence: Teacher, you have worked hard. Thank you for your 24-year-old "three visits to the thatched cottage" and four visits to school children. On June 5, it was a terrible teacher. Children in poor mountainous areas, thank your beloved teachers and wish you a safe life! 25: I have been confused, it is your traction; If you are at fault, it is your reminder; Tears are your encouragement; Finally, you are your colleague! Although the memory is yellow, it is still full of deep gratitude! Thank you, teacher, and wish you a happy holiday! 26: There is an emotion that can't be together forever, there is a kind of unrequited effort, but there is no end, there is a kind of persistence but never let go.
Teacher, thank you for your care for each of us. I sincerely wish you a happy holiday.
The kindest and most caring person in the world is my mother. You love me just like my mother. Teachers all over the world, you are the dazzling stars in the sky. Light up every student's heart with your bright starlight. Bless you and thank you! 28: It's like coming to the fireside from the windy outdoor on a snowy winter night; Teacher, your care, like the deep red of charcoal, has given me infinite warmth.
How can I not thank you? 29: Good memories stay in the campus of youth. Thank you for your concern, your help and everything you have done for me. Please accept the best wishes of the students, and wish you a happy Teacher's Day and every day! 30: The spring rain that dyed the world green disappeared silently in the soil.
Teacher, you are the spring rain that moistens our hearts, and we will always thank you. 3 1: Without your generous dedication, I wouldn't have gained today.
Thank you very much, dear teacher. Teacher, thank you for illuminating my life with your own light of life.
4. Thank the teacher for his poem
Three-foot platform, three-inch tongue, three-inch pen, three thousand peaches and plums, ten years of trees, ten years of wind, ten years of rain, and a hundred thousand pillars. Silkworms in spring will weave to death, and candles will drain the wick every night. There must be teachers like candles, burning themselves and illuminating others.
We are the flowers of our motherland, and our teacher is a diligent gardener. Teachers are like a long bridge leading to the knowledge coast.
Teachers are like candles, burning themselves and illuminating us. The teacher is like a big tree, sheltering us from the wind and rain.
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! 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! Teacher, you are a cultivator and a sower of beauty.
It is you, shining with beautiful sunshine, nourishing beautiful rain and dew, making our hearts green and full of flowers! 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. 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. 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. You, the teacher's love, is the greatest and cleanest in the world! If we are a ship, then the teacher is a sail, leading us forward in the ocean of knowledge; If we want to embark on a journey, teachers are like candles in our hands, illuminating the bumpy road in our study.
You let us open the window of our hearts, you gave us spiritual support, you sent us on the road of learning and gave us endless encouragement. Teacher, we will always remember you.
Teacher, you are a cultivator and a sower of beauty. It is you, shining with beautiful sunshine, nourishing beautiful rain and dew, making 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 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 cup of 636f70793231333533635438+03431303231363365438, 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.
5. Poems expressing gratitude to teachers
1, since Wen Ying played, I got up and sat there.
-Han Yu (Tang), "Listening to the Clever Teacher Playing the Piano", the original text is children's words, and grievances are mutual. Like the wind, who is singing the flag? A soldier likes to fight the king with his sword.
Eee logo turned into a floating cloud, you don't have to wander around the endless road. Chirp and chirp can be clearly seen in the mist, and JAK's shadow flies towards the phoenix in the Woods of hundreds of phoenixes.
The cliffs pressed people to climb, and the dark valley collapsed under the thunderous sound of collapse. I am ashamed that I have a pair of ears and a pair of music. I am too ignorant to appreciate music.
Listening to your music, the piano suddenly rose, making people sit down low. Vernacular translation is like a pair of intimate children whispering, very much in love, two beautiful friends get together and sing a sad song in a low voice.
Powerful as the wind unfurls the flag, who is singing loudly, and the warrior is like a horse with a sword to kill the enemy and capture the king. Turned into a cloud, catkins have no roots and no roots. The road to the sky is vast and useless.
Twittering is obviously the wave of feathers in the smoke cloud, standing in the shadows of trees, and birds are flying at the phoenix. Every step of the cliff is pressing people to climb, and the abyss of Black Valley is still rumbling.
I feel ashamed. I have a pair of empty ears. I am too amateur to appreciate music. After listening to your piano, it's soft and hard, which makes people sit up and feel depressed.
In my panic, I stretched out my hand to cover the piano, and tears were already surging. Master Ying's kung fu is really unusual. Don't fill my chest with ice and fire.
2. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. -Li Shangyin (Tang) Untitled time was earlier than I met her, but it was longer than we met her, but it was longer than we met her, and 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 are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! . It's really hard to get a chance to meet each other, and it's even harder to be apart when you're apart. Besides, the weather in late spring, the east wind is about to close, which makes people feel 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. 3. "Decline": I am well aware of Song Yu's bitterness, romance and elegance. He is also my teacher.
-Du Fu (Tang Dynasty) "Five Epic Poems" "Decline": I know Song Yuzhi's sadness, romantic and elegant, and he is also my teacher. Sad to see a thousand autumn, a tear, melancholy in different times, not at the same time.
His old home between mountains and rivers-empty works, empty sex platform-is certainly not imagined in the dream? . The palaces of Chu were all destroyed, and the fishermen who showed them today are not sure.
Fallen leaves know Song Yuzhi's sorrow, and they are romantic and elegant, which is worthy of being my teacher. Looking back, I shed tears of sympathy, and my life experience was equally bleak. Unfortunately, I was born in different times.
Jiangshan's hometown is still there, and it is really an absurd dream that sex is coming. The saddest thing is that the palace of the king of Chu has long since disappeared, and the boatman also pointed out that the ruins were suspicious.
4, sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. -Du Fu (Tang) "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" used to be a good time for rain, but it 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 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.
5, your husband is full of peaches and plums, why not plant flowers in front of the hall. -Bai Juyi (Tang) "The Wind and Lu Planting Flowers" The original green is occupied by things and flowers, and passers-by refer to the public.
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? .
6. Thanksgiving teacher's ancient poems
A, "Ji Hai Miscellaneous Poems" Gong Ming Zigan sad day oblique, whip refers to the end of the world.
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. Second, Yuan Bai Juyi East Palace, South Fourth Courtyard.
Seeing each other in the distance, there is nothing in my heart. Third, reward Mr. Tang with nowhere to go, as if it were like glass.
No matter who reaches the realm of poetry, Zen has gone beyond poetry. The jade pot has a heart of ice, and the brush writes the soul of the teacher.
Earnestly like a father's language, talk like a few lines of friendship, and enjoy life. Look forward to the latecomers and report to the teacher smoothly. Four. Untitled Li Shangyin's time was far before I met her, but even longer after we parted, 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 are not many roads from Pengshan to Bluebird. Listen! -Give me what she said! . Fifth, the teacher praised the spring breeze four times and the autumn rain washed the gap several times. 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.
7. The ancients thanked their teachers for their poems.
A, "Ji Hai Miscellaneous Poems" Gong Ming Zigan sad day oblique, whip refers to the end of the world.
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. Second, Yuan Bai Juyi East Palace, South Fourth Courtyard.
Seeing each other in the distance, there is nothing in my heart. Third, reward Mr. Tang with nowhere to go, as if it were like glass.
No matter who reaches the realm of poetry, Zen has gone beyond poetry. The jade pot has a heart of ice, and the brush writes the soul of the teacher.
Earnestly like a father's language, talk like a few lines of friendship, and enjoy life. Look forward to the latecomers and report to the teacher smoothly. Four. Untitled Li Shangyin's time was far before I met her, but even longer after we parted, 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 are not many roads from Pengshan to Bluebird. Listen! -Give me what she said! . Fifth, the teacher praised the spring breeze four times and the autumn rain washed the gap several times. 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.
8. Ancient poems about grateful teachers
Tang Bai Juyi was a teacher of five wonders.
East palace white bastard, South Temple Zen master.
Seeing each other in the distance, there is nothing in my heart.
Wu Jue rewards teacher Shang.
There is nowhere in the void, like glass.
No matter who reaches the realm of poetry, Zen has gone beyond poetry.
Jade pot with ice in its heart
Zhu Bi wrote the soul of a teacher.
As earnest as a father's language.
Talk like friends and relatives.
A few lines of light words
Make a deep impression on life
The hope of the latecomers
Report success to the master
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Author: 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! .
Ode to the teacher
Four degrees of spring breeze,
Several autumn rains washed away the gap.
Black hair and frost weave the sun and the moon,
Chalk has no words to write spring and autumn.
Spring blossoms,
Candle tears turn to ashes, and autumn is stronger.
Spring sowing peaches and plums in 3,000 gardens,
Qiu Lai, China is rich in fruits.
Six poems by Tianjingsha
1. A long historical map
Become a pillar of talent,
Sky, land and sea.
Running around half my life,
Sailing again today,
Yao Lu Mountain is high in water.
2. Teacher Kuang Huanxue
Highly respected, knowledgeable,
Look at heroes.
Right time, right place and right person,
Use a pen like a demon,
It's amazing.
3. Wang Bencheng
Dare to say, dare to do,
No complaints, no regrets.
Storms and thunder,
Exhale, raise your eyebrows,
Who is this world except me?
4. Huilan Pavilion
For the country, for the family, for the people,
Wind, sun and rain.
Blue sea, blue sky and white clouds,
The sun, the moon and the stars,
With the pursuit of a lifetime.
5. Guan Zhongtu
Be honest,
Do things aboveboard.
Bring together heroes from all sides,
A famous teacher,
The world is in my hands.
6. One-line diagram
Thinking about Wan Li,
Look at the infinite future.
A genius,
Back to Yaotai,
Heaven and earth are stunned.
Four degrees of spring breeze,
Several autumn rains washed away the gap.
Black hair and frost weave the sun and the moon,
Chalk has no words to write spring and autumn.
Spring blossoms,
Candle tears turn to ashes, and autumn is stronger.
Spring sowing peaches and plums in 3,000 gardens,
Qiu Lai, China is rich in fruits.
Learning is not as good as learning. Yang Xiong.
Saint impermanence teacher. -Han Yu
Teachers are easy to meet, but teachers are hard to meet. -Sima Guang
There is no ancient holy king who doesn't respect teachers. Lv Buwei.
There is no teacher in the world, and the old road benefits from this. -Liu Zongyuan
Scholars must seek teachers, and teachers are essential. -Cheng Yi.
Once a teacher, always a father. -Guan Hanqing
Learning to get a teacher is expensive, but getting friends is also expensive. —— Tang Zhen
Learning is more important than respecting teachers. -Tan Sitong
Ancient scholars must have been strict with teachers before respecting them. —— Ouyang Xiu
Nothing is expensive, nothing is cheap, nothing is long, nothing is short, the Tao exists, and the teacher exists. -Han Yu
There must be a teacher in a threesome; Choose the good and follow it, change the bad. -Confucius
9. What are the ancient poems about "thanking the teacher"?
Hsinchu 1
Qing Dynasty: Zheng Banqiao
New bamboo is taller than old bamboo, and their growth is supported by old branches.
New students will be born next year, and ten dragons and grandchildren will go around Fengchi.
Translation:
New bamboo is taller than old bamboo, and their growth depends entirely on old branches.
New ones will grow and grow taller next year.
2. "Far Teacher"
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
East palace white bastard, South Temple Zen master.
Seeing each other in the distance, there is nothing in my heart.
Translation:
When will I, a DPRK official, Henan Temple Ziyuan, meet again?
Probably have to wait until there is nothing secular in my heart.
The unnamed time was long before I met her, but it has been longer since 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! .
Translation:
It's hard to meet each other, and it's even harder to leave, not to mention in this late spring when the east wind is weak and the flowers are withered. Spring silkworms don't spin silk when they die, and wax oil like tears can drip dry when candles are burned to ashes.
Dress up in the morning and look in the mirror. I'm only worried that the clouds in my hair will change color and my face will disappear. I can't sleep alone in the long night, so I must feel Leng Yue's aggression. Penglai Mountain is not too far from here, but there is no road to cross. Please visit me diligently by a messenger like the bluebird.
4. "Listen to the clever teacher playing the piano"
Tang dynasty: Han Yu
Just like a pair of close children whispering, I had a dark conversation with two beautiful friends, the secretary.
Like the wind, who is singing the flag? A soldier likes to fight the king with his sword.
Eee logo turned into a floating cloud, you don't have to wander around the endless road.
Chirp and chirp can be clearly seen in the mist, and JAK's shadow flies towards the phoenix in the Woods of hundreds of phoenixes.
The cliffs pressed people to climb, and the dark valley collapsed under the thunderous sound of collapse.
I am ashamed that I have a pair of ears and a pair of music. I am too ignorant to appreciate music.
Listening to your music, the piano suddenly rose, making people sit down low.
In the panic, I reached out to block my chin, and tears had already poured into my eyes.
It's not unusual for a master to be good at kung fu. Don't fill my chest with ice and fire.
Translation:
It's like a pair of close children whispering, and I'm talking about a sad song with two beautiful friends. Powerful as the wind unfurls the flag, who is singing loudly, and the warrior is like a horse with a sword to kill the enemy and capture the king.
Turned into a cloud, catkins have no roots and no roots. The road to the sky is vast and useless. Twittering is obviously the wave of feathers in the smoke cloud, standing in the shadows of trees, and birds are flying at the phoenix. Every step of the cliff is pressing people to climb, and the abyss of Black Valley is still rumbling.
I feel ashamed. I have a pair of empty ears. I am too amateur to appreciate music. After listening to your piano, it's soft and hard, which makes people sit up and feel depressed. In my panic, I stretched out my hand to cover the piano, and tears were already surging. Master Ying's kung fu is really unusual. Don't fill my chest with ice and fire.
5. Five miscellaneous poems by Ji Hai.
Qing Dynasty: 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.
Translation:
The sadness of leaving Kyoto is like a wave of water extending to the distance of sunset. With a wave of whip heading east, people feel at the end of the world.
Flowers and branches are not heartless things, even if they turn into spring mud, they are willing to cultivate beautiful spring flowers to grow.
Sogou Encyclopedia-yuanshi county
Sogou encyclopedia-listen to the clever piano
Sogou encyclopedia-untitled time was long before I met her, but even longer after we separated.