1. Poems about home visits (poems about home visits by student class teachers)

Poems about home visits (poems about home visits by student class teachers) 1. Poems about home visits by student class teachers

Southern and Northern Dynasties: Anonymous

Reminiscent of the plum blossoms and went to Xizhou, folded them and sent them to the north of the Yangtze River.

The single shirt is apricot red, and the temples are the color of crow.

Where is Xizhou? Two oars bridge crossing.

At dusk shrike flies, and the wind blows the black mortar tree.

Under the tree is in front of the door, with a green thorn exposed in the door.

The doorman didn't arrive, so he went out to pick red lotus flowers.

Collecting lotus flowers in Nantang in autumn, the lotus flowers are more than the number of people’s heads.

Lower your head and pick up the lotus seeds. The lotus seeds are as clear as water.

Putting the lotus in the sleeve, the lotus heart is completely red.

Reminiscing about Lang Lang, I look up at Feihong.

Hongfei is all over Xizhou, watching the man go to the brothel.

The building is so high that you can’t see the railings.

The railings have twelve curves, and the hanging hands are as clear as jade.

The rolling curtain sky is high, and the sea water shakes the sky green.

The sea water is a long dream, you are worried and I am also worried.

The south wind knows my wishes and blows my dreams to Xizhou.

2. Poems about kindergarten home visits

Three minutes is actually a long time, so I looked for a long one. I thought it was too long but there were also short ones! Please adopt if you are satisfied! 1: Your name is like the spring rain that dyes my dreams green. Whenever I gently recall it, a star rises in my dream. Your name is like the spring breeze that warms my heart. Whenever I gently recall it, my heart lights up. Pick up a lamp, teacher, what a beautiful name it is. Call it up, it is so sacred. Teacher, what a kind name it is. Recite it, it is so affectionate. Teacher, you are my morning star, you are my guide. Street lamp teacher, teacher, this is how I called your name. I jumped all the way and laughed all the way into the Jingjing campus with a spring dream in mind. I became your student and became your student. Only then did I truly understand the meaning of your name. I became you. As a student, I truly understand the magic of your name. In summer, you are like a ray of breeze in winter. In spring, you are like a torch. In spring, you sow hope for the future autumn. Your harvest is fruitful and comforts the earth. Teacher, who can remember how many homework books you have reviewed? Who can remember how many good students you have taught and how many pillars you have nurtured? Who can remember how many home visits you made on that stormy night? On the page, you worked hard to mark life with a piece of chalk. The moon is waxing and waning, and the flowers are blooming. You have come and gone in the winter and summer, and the stars have disappeared. The old student only sees your gray hair and black hair. It is not easy to be a good teacher. It is in your life dictionary. There is never "self", there is never "rest", but there is only "dedication", it is just the "vocation" of educators. What a magnanimous mind this is, what a precious quality you have created with your passion, and you have set an example through words and deeds. Integrate the virtues of the Chinese nation into one and interpret the spirit of the Chinese nation - vividly. No wonder people call you a candle. No wonder people call you a spring silkworm. No wonder people respect you as a sir. No wonder people praise you as an "engineer who shapes the soul." Teacher, do it Being your student, I know the value of life. Being your student, I have learned how to be a human being. I have learned from the source, and I have achieved success. My teacher, from you, I have learned the principles of being a human being, and I have understood life. From you, I see the future of the motherland and find my own position. Teacher, my eternal teacher. Your love is as warm as the sun and melts into the heart. Your love is as sweet and beautiful as the clear spring. Teacher, I am the earth. Eternal teacher, your love is more severe than father's love and more delicate than mother's love. Your love is the purest between heaven and earth! The greatest! The most selfless! 2: "Dedicated to Teachers" Ordinary people and ordinary hands build a bridge of knowledge.

Through the severe cold of winter and the scorching heat of summer, numerous students have been cultivated. A piece of chalk points to the maze of the kingdom of knowledge. A blackboard writes down true feelings deeper than the sea. A podium reflects the gardener's way of watering flowers. The three-foot pointer of hardships swings towards the path to the ideal state. We are the stars, you are the moon. "Tell" us the beautiful and beautiful stories so that we can enter the beautiful dreamland. The morning sun is your bright smile, no matter if we fail or win. No matter we go back or forward, you will always encourage us with a smile to keep up the good work. Teacher, kind mother, teacher, the dream of thousands of childlike hearts. Teacher, the motherland has given you a special mission. Let you cultivate a young seedling into a pillar of the motherland. Teacher, I want your kindness. Teacher, I want your bright eyes to never dim. Teacher, I want your black hair to never turn white. Teacher, I want your tired hands to become relaxed. Teacher, I want to sing for you and bless you. Teacher, you are the person I admire most! ...3: You taught me how to be a human being, and your hard work is flowing in my blood! Teacher, thank you for your hard work. Who brought us ignorant people into the spacious classroom and taught us rich knowledge? It's you! teacher! With your hard work and sweat, you have nurtured the tender seedlings that just broke through the ground in spring. Who is it - educating us naughty people into people who can be considerate and help others? It's you! teacher! Your care is like the gentle spring breeze that warms our hearts.

Who is it that cultivates us young people into mature and sensible teenagers? It's you! teacher! Your protection allows us to grow healthily. Bear fruit in the golden autumn season.

Thank you for your hard work! teacher! People who work hard in the scorching heat and cold. Thank you for your hard work! teacher! People who selflessly devote their youth.

We have the highest respect for you! ——Thank you for your hard work, teacher! 4: "The Hard-working Gardener" How many years have the seasons been reincarnated, how many springs, summers, autumns and winters, you are a red candle burning a bright life, how much blood and sweat you have dedicated, you do not seek to be famous in history, you spread the fire of wisdom with your true feelings. Just like the spring silkworm devotes his life's loyalty, just like the winter plum sings the song of early spring.

How many blind nights, how many times the lights are on, you are seen bending down at the desk in the long night, adding gorgeous hair between black hair, laughing on the three-foot podium, you shorten the heart with friendship The journey with the heart. You are the sunshine that melts the indifferent ice and snow, and you are the one who guides people out of the labyrinth of science.

Ah! Glorious teacher, hardworking gardener! The fragrance of peaches and plums is your joy, silently dedicated and selfless soul. ah! Glorious teacher, hardworking gardener! The fragrance of peaches and plums is your joy, silently dedicated and selfless soul.

3. Poems about kindergarten home visits

Three minutes is actually a long time, so I looked for a long one. I thought it was too long but there were also short ones! Please adopt if you are satisfied! 1: Your name is like the spring rain that dyes my dreams green. Whenever I gently recall it, a star rises in my dream. Your name is like the spring breeze that warms my heart. Whenever I gently recall it, my heart lights up. Pick up a lamp, teacher, what a beautiful name it is. Call it up, it is so sacred. Teacher, what a kind name it is. Recite it, it is so affectionate. Teacher, you are my morning star, you are my guide. Street lamp teacher, teacher, this is how I called your name. I jumped all the way and laughed all the way into the Jingjing campus with a spring dream in mind. I became your student and became your student. Only then did I truly understand the meaning of your name. I became you. As a student, I truly understand the magic of your name. In summer, you are like a ray of breeze in winter. In spring, you are like a torch. In spring, you sow hope for the future autumn. Your harvest is fruitful and comforts the earth. Teacher, who can remember how many homework books you have reviewed? Who can remember how many good students you have taught and how many pillars you have nurtured? Who can remember how many home visits you made on that stormy night? On the page, you worked hard to mark life with a piece of chalk. The moon is waxing and waning, and the flowers are blooming. You have come and gone in the winter and summer, and the stars have disappeared. The old student only sees your gray hair and black hair. It is not easy to be a good teacher. It is in your life dictionary. There is never "self", there is never "rest", but there is only "dedication", it is just the "vocation" of educators. What a magnanimous mind this is, what a precious quality you have created with your passion, and you have set an example through words and deeds. Integrate the virtues of the Chinese nation into one and interpret the spirit of the Chinese nation - vividly. No wonder people call you a candle. No wonder people call you a spring silkworm. No wonder people respect you as a sir. No wonder people praise you as an "engineer who shapes the soul." Teacher, do it Being your student, I know the value of life. Being your student, I have learned how to be a human being. I have learned from the source, and I have achieved success. My teacher, from you, I have learned the principles of being a human being, and I have understood life. From you, I see the future of the motherland and find my own position. Teacher, my eternal teacher. Your love is as warm as the sun and melts into the heart. Your love is as sweet and beautiful as the clear spring. Teacher, I am the earth. Eternal teacher, your love is more severe than father's love and more delicate than mother's love. Your love is the purest between heaven and earth! The greatest! The most selfless! 2: "Dedicated to Teachers" Ordinary people and ordinary hands build a bridge of knowledge.

Through the severe cold of winter and the scorching heat of summer, numerous students have been cultivated. A piece of chalk points to the maze of the kingdom of knowledge. A blackboard writes down true feelings deeper than the sea. A podium reflects the gardener's way of watering flowers. The three-foot pointer of hardships swings towards the path to the ideal state. We are the stars, you are the moon. "Tell" us the beautiful and beautiful stories so that we can enter the beautiful dreamland. The morning sun is your bright smile, no matter if we fail or win. No matter we go back or forward, you will always encourage us with a smile to keep up the good work. Teacher, kind mother, teacher, the dream of millions of children. Teacher, the motherland has given you a special mission. Let you cultivate a young seedling into a pillar of the motherland. Teacher, I want your kindness. Teacher, I want your bright eyes to never fade. Teacher, I want your black hair to never turn white. Teacher, I want your tired hands to become relaxed. Teacher, I want to sing for you and bless you. Teacher, you are the person I admire most! ...3: You taught me how to be a human being, and your hard work is flowing in my blood! Teacher, thank you for your hard work. Who brought us ignorant people into the spacious classroom and taught us rich knowledge? It's you! teacher! With your hard work and sweat, you have nurtured the tender seedlings that have just broken ground in spring. Who is it that educates us naughty people into considerate and helpful people? It's you! teacher! Your care is like the gentle spring breeze that warms our hearts.

Who is it that cultivates us young people into mature and sensible teenagers? It's you! teacher! Your protection allows us to grow healthily. Bear fruit in the golden autumn season.

Thank you for your hard work! teacher! People who work hard in the scorching heat and cold.

Thank you for your hard work! teacher! People who selflessly devote their youth.

We have the highest respect for you! ——Thank you for your hard work, teacher! 4: "The Hard-working Gardener" How many years have the seasons been reincarnated, how many springs, summers, autumns and winters, you are a red candle burning a bright life, how much blood and sweat you have dedicated, you do not seek to be famous in history, you spread the fire of wisdom with your true feelings. Just like the spring silkworm devotes his life's loyalty, just like the winter plum sings the song of early spring.

How many blind nights, how many times the lights are on, you are seen bending down at the desk in the long night, adding gorgeous hair between black hair, laughing on the three-foot podium, you shorten the heart with friendship The journey with the heart. You are the sunshine that melts the indifferent ice and snow, and you are the one who guides people out of the labyrinth of science.

Ah! Glorious teacher, hardworking gardener! The fragrance of peaches and plums is your joy, silently dedicated and selfless soul. ah! Glorious teacher, hardworking gardener! The fragrance of peaches and plums is your joy, silently dedicated and selfless soul.

4. Words to describe the teacher’s home visit

1. The spring silkworms will not run out until they die, and the wax torches will shed tears before they dry up. (Li Shangyin's "Untitled")

2. Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers. (Gong Zizhen's "Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai")

3. With cold eyebrows, he points his fingers at thousands of people, bowing his head and willing to be a ruzi ox. (Lu Xun)

4. Dedicate yourself to death. (Zhuge Liang)

5. Come with a heart and leave without half a blade of grass. (Tao Xingzhi)

6. If you want to eliminate evil things for the sake of sage, you are willing to cherish your remaining years. (Han Yu's "Moving to the Left to Languan to Show His Nephew Xiang")

7. After collecting hundreds of flowers and turning them into honey, it will be sweet to whomever you work hard for.

8. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.

5. 15 ancient poems about family love

1. The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wanderer. Before leaving, I was afraid of returning late. Whoever speaks of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring light. (Meng Jiao of the Tang Dynasty: "The Wandering Son")

2. Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family even more during the festive season. I know from afar that when my brothers climbed to a high place, there was only one less person planting dogwood trees. (Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty: "Reminiscences of Shandong Brothers on September 9th")

3. During the winter solstice in Handan Posthouse, the shadows in front of the lanterns hugging the knees are accompanied by shadows. I think that when I sit at home late at night, I should talk about people traveling far away. (Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty: "Handan Homesickness on Winter Solstice Night")

4. The child held his clothes and asked: Why is it too late to return? ***Who fights for time and wins the hair on the sideburns? (Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty: "Going Home")

5. When a young boy leaves home and his eldest brother comes back, his local pronunciation remains unchanged and his hair on his temples fades. When children see each other but don't recognize each other, they laugh and ask where the guest comes from. (He Zhizhang of the Tang Dynasty: "Returning to Hometown Occasionally")

6. The audio book outside the mountains ends, and the winter returns to spring. I feel even more timid when I'm close to my hometown and don't dare to ask anyone. (Early Tang Dynasty and Song Dynasty: "Crossing the Han River")

7. Traveling outside the green mountains, boating in front of the green water. The tide is flat, the banks are wide, the wind is blowing and the sail is hanging. Hai Ri is born and the night is over, and Jiang Chun people are in the old year. Where can I find the hometown book? It's near Yanluoyang. (Wangwan of the Tang Dynasty: "Under the Cibeigu Mountain")

8. Hu Ma followed the north wind and crossed the southern branch of the bird's nest. ——(Nineteen ancient poems "Travel Again")

9. As a parent, the best thing in the world is; as a child, the best thing in the world is filial piety. ——("Lian Bi of Proverbs")

10. I advise you to drink another glass of wine. There will be no old friends when you leave Yangguan in the west. ——(Tang Wang Wei's "Weicheng Song")

11. There is a bright moonlight in front of the bed, which is suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think about your hometown. ——(Li Bai's "Quiet Night Thoughts" of the Tang Dynasty)

12. When the young man left home and his elder brother returned home, his local pronunciation remained unchanged and his hair on his temples faded. ——(Tang He Zhizhang's "Returning to Hometown")

13. My mother is one hundred years old and she often reads eighty children. ——("Song of Encouraging Filial Piety")

14. Parents are of high moral character; their children are well-educated. ——("Proverbs Couplet")

15. Where is my hometown? You can forget it unless you are drunk. ——(Li Qingzhao's "Bodhisattva Man" in the Song Dynasty)

16. The mother said that the child was sleeping dry, while the mother said the child was sleeping wet. ——("Song of Encouraging Filial Piety")

17. When the mother's instrument hangs down, the radiant tube will glow, and the night stand in Wusu will be silent. ——("Collection of Proverbs")

18. Tonight, when the moon is bright and everyone looks around, I don't know who is missing my autumn thoughts. ——(Wang Jian of the Tang Dynasty, "Looking at the Moon on the Night of the Fifteenth and Mailing it to Du Langzhong")

19. Elegies can be used as weeping, and looking from afar can be used as homecoming.

——(Han Yuefu folk song "Elegy")

6. What are the ancient poems about "family harmony"

1. The old wife draws paper to make a chess game, and the child knocks needles to make a fishing hook. . ——"Jiangcun" by Du Fu of Tang Dynasty

Translation: The old wife is drawing a chessboard with paper, and the younger son is tapping a needle to make a fishhook.

2. Yuan Day

Song Dynasty: Wang Anshi

The sound of firecrackers marks the end of the year, and the spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu. Thousands of households always replace old talismans with new peaches.

Translation: The old year has passed with the sound of firecrackers, and we happily drink Tusu wine in the warm spring breeze. The rising sun shines on thousands of households, and they all take off the old peach charms and replace them with new ones.

3. Tour to Shanxi Village

Song Dynasty Luyou

Mo Xiao’s farmhouse is full of wax and wine, and in good years the guests are full of chickens and dolphins.

Translation: It is the harvest year, and simple farmers brew their own wax wine, kill chickens and pigs, and entertain guests hospitably. Don’t laugh at the turbid wine. The enthusiasm of the farmers overflowing from the aroma of the wine has already made people fascinated.

4. Qingpingle·Village Residence

Song Dynasty·Xin Qiji

The eaves are low and the grass is green on the stream. When drunk, Wu Yin is very charming, but who is the old lady with gray hair? The eldest son is hoeing beans to the east of the stream, while the middle son is weaving a chicken coop. What I like most is when my child dies, lying down at the head of the stream and peeling lotus pods.

Translation: The eaves of the thatched cottage are low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass. The drunken Wudi dialect sounds gentle and beautiful. Whose family does that old man with white hair belong to?

The eldest son is hoeing beans to the east of the stream, while the second son is busy weaving chicken coops. The most beloved one is the scoundrel's young son, who is lying in the grass at the head of the stream, peeling off the newly picked lotus pods.

5. Returning home

New career lights, Sangma’s old village. Taiping has beautiful customs and there is no need to close the door.

Translation: Our family stayed up all night in the new house, talking about the old farming days. People in the peaceful countryside lived a comfortable and harmonious life, and they didn’t have to close the door to sleep at night.

7. What are the poems that describe "the warmth of home"

"River Village" by Du Fu in the Tang Dynasty

A song on the Qingjiang River hugs the village, and the village affairs of the Changxia River Things are quiet.

The swallows on the beams come and go, and the gulls in the water are close to each other.

The old wife draws paper to make a chess game, while the child knocks needles to make fishing hooks.

But if you have an old friend to offer you Lumi, what more can you ask for in addition to your tiny body?

Translation: The clear river flows around the village in twists and turns. During the long summer, everything in the village looks elegant. The swallows on the beams flew freely, and the white gulls in the water were close to each other, accompanying each other. The old wife was drawing a chessboard with paper, and the younger son was tapping a needle to make a fishhook. As long as I have some money and rice from my old friends, what else can I ask for?

Appreciation: A seven-character poem composed by Du Fu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. This poem was written in Chengdu in the summer of the first year of Emperor Suzong's reign in the Tang Dynasty. The thatched cottage where the author lived had just been built. The author wrote this poem to express his feelings through the scenery, expressing a leisurely and contented mood. The first couplet describes the environment, and the word "hug" is used exquisitely, vividly depicting the mood of the stream tightly surrounding the Jiangcun. The chin couplet describes the tranquility of the scenery: swallows come and go, gulls get close to each other, and the tranquility of the river village scenery comes alive on the paper. The neck couplet describes the secrets of human affairs: the old wife draws the chessboard, and the youngest son uses a bent needle as a fishing hook, each enjoying himself, which leads to the contented mood in the tail couplet. The whole poem has a rigorous structure, smooth language and a sense of life.

"Ask Liu Nineteenth" Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty

Green ants' new fermented wine, small red clay stove.

It’s snowing in the evening, can you have a drink?

1. The spring scenery in the two places ends at the same day, and the residents miss their guests and their homes. --Bai Juyi's "Wangyi Terrace"

2. The wind is changing, the snow is changing, the hometown heart is shattered, dreams cannot come true, and there is no such sound in the hometown. -- Nalan Xingde's "Song of Love"

3. In the old days, the king Xietang Qianyan flew into the homes of ordinary people. --Liu Yuxi's "Wo Yi Xiang"

4. The pillars of my family are declining, so I come to learn Qiu to pray. -- Li Ang's "Questions on the Journey to Cultivation of One's Own Bamboo Barrier"

5. The road to the east of my hometown is long, and my sleeves are full of tears. We will meet soon without pen and paper, so I can rely on you to send messages of peace. --Cen Shen's "Meeting the Envoy to Beijing"

6. He crossed the Sanggan River for no reason, but he expected Bingzhou to be his hometown. ——Liu Zao's "Lvci Shuofang"

7. Where does the autumn wind come? Xiaoxiao sends the wild geese off. When the morning comes to enter the garden tree, the solitary guest is the first to smell it.

--Liu Yuxi's "The Autumn Wind"

8. Mo Xiao's farmer's wax wine is muddy, and in good years he only has enough chickens and dolphins for guests. --Lu You's "Passing the Old Friend's Village"

9. The Tian family has no neighbors and sits alone in a garden in the spring. ——Lu Zhaolin's "Two Poems on the Spring Festival Evening Villa"

10. The child held up his clothes and asked, why is it too late to return? ***Who fights for time and wins the hair on the sideburns? ——Du Mu's "Going Home"

8. Looking for poems that describe home

Sentences that describe home, famous quotes about home, poems about home, and beautiful poems about home.

1. The spring scenery in the two places ends at the same day, and the residents miss their guests and their homes. --Bai Juyi's "Wangyi Terrace"

5. Far up the Hanshan Mountain, the stone path is slanted, and there are people living deep in the white clouds. --Du Mu's "Mountain Journey"

7. When a young boy leaves home and his boss comes back, his local pronunciation remains unchanged and his hair on his temples fades. --He Zhizhang's "Book of Returning Home"

8. Once you leave this place, you will become home all over the world. --Li Shimin's "Two Poems on Passing the Old House"

12. You come from your hometown. You should know about your hometown. --Wang Wei's "Miscellaneous Poems"

14. The wind changes, the snow changes, breaking the heart of the hometown, dreams are not fulfilled, and there is no such sound in the hometown. --Nalan Xingde's "Song of Love"

16. In the old days, the king Xietang Qianyan flew into the homes of ordinary people. --Liu Yuxi's "Wu Yi Xiang"

17. The pillars of my family are declining, and I am worried about coming to study in Qiuqiu to pray. --Li Ang's "Questions on Cultivation of Oneself and Bamboo Barriers"

18. You came from your hometown. You should know about your hometown. ——Wang Wei's "Miscellaneous Poems"

19. The spring scenery in the two places ends at the same day, and the residents miss their guests and their homes. ——Bai Juyi's "Looking at the Post Office"

20. When the young boy left home and his boss returned home, his local pronunciation remained unchanged and his hair on his temples faded. ——He Zhizhang's "Book of Return to Hometown"

21. The spring scenery in the two places ends on the same day, and the residents miss their guests and their homes. ——Bai Juyi's "Wangyi Terrace"

22. Once you leave this place, the world becomes your home. ——Li Shimin's "Two Poems on Passing the Old House"

23. In the old days, the king would fly to the front of the hall and fly into the homes of ordinary people. ——Liu Yuxi's "Woyi Lane"