Poems about masters 1. Poems about teachers

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 is not praising you!

Teacher, you are a cultivator and a sower of beauty.

It's you, shining with beautiful sunshine and nourishing beautiful rain and dew.

Our hearts are full of green grass and 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, grains of sand have become pearls and glistened.

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, the teacher is like a candle we are holding, illuminating our bumpy road of learning. 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 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 exciting as a rushing river. ...

Spring silkworm has never said anything to brag about 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!

2. What poems describe the relationship between master and apprentice?

1. In memory of a teacher

Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin

Don't leave the public for nothing, the imperial city Zhong Xiaoyi Xifeng.

The furnace vanished, the light was dim, and the teenager opened the door with scattered snow.

2. A poem in the guest book/Sun Ge visited Yang Jingshi.

Tang Dynasty: Jia Dao

When I asked your students under a pine tree, "my teacher," he replied, "went to pick herbs."

However, through these clouds, how can I know which corner of the mountain it is facing? .

3. "Visit the palace at night, remember your dreams and send your soul."

Song dynasty: Lu you

The snow is clear and messy. Sleepwalking, I don't know where I am. An iron horse has no power like water. Xiangguan River, Yanmen West, Qinghai International.

Sleep in the cold light. Sound leakage, moon-slanting window paper. I promised to seal Hou in Wan Li. Who knows, although the sideburns are broken, the heart is not dead.

4. Gift for Master Shangdu

Tang Dynasty: Jong Li

Lazy in front of people wearing purple clothes, leaning against a quinoa in the empty hall.

Although the dragon is lacking in rain and dew, I will eventually remember the dream of the tiger creek.

As soon as you sleep, the wind blows. When you are sick, the grass grows in the deep courtyard.

Sometimes I will go to the teacher on impulse, cook tea and sing to the west of Japan.

5. Interview with Master Cheng

Tang Dynasty: Jong Li

Find a teacher to a quiet place and feel my bones are cold. A soldier met the autumn rain and stayed in the bamboo hall.

Stone canals pile up residual leaves, and sand stones swallow the cold. You can talk to the south and forget everything.

3. Praise the teacher's poems or famous sayings

1 Never tire of learning and never tire of teaching. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will cry every night. Their wicks have been taught for a long time, and their teachers are endless. A pair of clear and pure eyes are filled with incomparable respect and gratitude. In the dry heart, you shed hard sweat, and on your shoulders, we saw the vast world. 5. The fire of faith burns ignorance and ignorance on campus. The moon proves that your practice is sacred. You have spring, sunshine and flowers; In the eternal song, become a fruit! 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 today, but you are building the future of the motherland; You teach in class, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland.

4. Praise the teacher's famous sayings and poems.

Praise the teacher's poem: sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. -(Tang) Du Fu, spring silkworms can weave until they die, and tears are exhausted every night. -(Tang) Li Shangyin's Untitled is not a heartless thing, but turns into spring mud to protect flowers. -(Qing) Gong Zizhen's "Yi Hai Za Shi" praised the teacher's famous saying: the teacher is the engineer of the human soul. -and every night the candle will cry the wick off-Li Shangyin's new bamboo is taller than the old one, backed by veteran cadres. New students will be born next year, and 100,000 dragons and grandchildren will circle the Phoenix Pool. -[Qing] No matter how proud a person has achieved, Zheng Xie should drink water and think of his source. Remember that his teacher planted the first seed for his growth. Madame Curie is not only a disseminator of knowledge, but also a model. -[America] Bruce. Although his body is not straight, he will not obey. -Confucius illuminates the road for others and shines for himself. -This is the greatest happiness of mankind. -[former Soviet Union] dzerzhinsky's learning is more important than respecting teachers. Tan sitong, an ancient scholar, must be strict with teachers before respecting them. -Ouyang Xiu, the ancient holy king, did not disrespect the teacher. -Lv Buwei worked as a teacher for a day. Be a father for life. -Guan Hanqing is not as good as asking for a teacher. -Yang Xiong saints are impermanent. -teacher Han Yu is easy to meet, but the teacher is hard to meet. -Sima Guang has no teacher in the world, so he benefits from this. -Liu Zongyuan A scholar must seek a teacher and learn from him. -Cheng Yi learned expensive, but also got friends. ———— Teacher Tang Zhen. Autumn rains washed away the gap several times. Black hair and frost weave the sun and the moon, and chalk has no words to write the spring and autumn. Spring silkworms spin silk, and tears turn to ash. Autumn is stronger. Peach and plum orchards are planted in spring, and Qiu Lai is rich in China fruits. I love my teacher like a red candle, which lights the torch in the students' hearts, but burns itself until the red candle turns to ashes. Teachers are like gardeners, nurturing our flowers. The teacher is so selfless! Ah! Teacher, we love you! ★★★★ Praise the teacher's poem 3: ★★★-Teacher, hard work-lead us into the spacious classroom and teach us a wealth of knowledge? It is you! Teacher! With your hard sweat, you have nurtured the tender seedlings that have just broken ground in spring. Who-who educated naughty us into considerate and helpful people? It is you! Teacher! Your care is like a warm spring breeze, which warms our hearts. Who trained young people to be mature and sensible teenagers? It is you! Teacher! Your protection makes us grow up healthily. We have made great achievements in the golden autumn. You have worked hard! Teacher! People who work hard in the heat and cold. You have worked hard! Teacher! Those who devote their youth to nothingness. We pay high tribute to you! -You have worked hard, teacher! I can only help you here, old teacher-you are like a drizzle in spring, nourishing flowers and irrigating the earth. We are sucking the drizzle, growing and growing. Teacher, you are like the autumn breeze, blowing the yellow land, calling for golden rice, and we have harvested the harvest fruit. Teacher-in my dark life, you lit the brightest lamp for me; Teacher-you are the guide on my misty life; Teacher-you pointed out the direction for me in my rough life; Teacher-you gave me a pair of powerful wings, let me travel in the world of knowledge! ★★★★ Praise the teacher's poem 4: ★★★★ The golden wind sends laughter, and the sweet-scented osmanthus floats. Today, Teacher's Day is coming again. I don't know how much effort the teacher has devoted to our growth. We will never forget the teacher's love for us. Hello, teacher! People compare teachers to red candles, which illuminate others and burn themselves. People compare teachers to gardeners and cultivate peaches and plums all over the world. Teachers are a noble cause in the world. Teachers give us ideal sunshine and wisdom sunshine. The teacher guides us to a sunny life. Teachers expect us to be the sun in the new century. The teacher's words moisten my heart like spring rain. The teacher watered our growth with the rain and dew of knowledge. Gentle spring rain, that is the teacher's love for us. The teacher's words and deeds are as silent as spring rain. The teacher is willing to be a green leaf and hold us up as a red flower. The teacher is a green leaf, willing to contribute silently. The green leaves symbolize that teachers are always young. When we bloom like flowers, we will never forget the kindness of green leaves. A teacher is like a big tree, with a blue sky overhead and a down-to-earth mind, silently benefiting the society. The teacher is a big tree. Bring spring to the world. The teacher sowed the seeds of hope and cultivated us into a forest. Small trees grow into pillars, and gardeners cultivate manners. Yes, teachers' enthusiasm is like the sun, teachers' teaching is like spring rain, teachers' elegant demeanor is like green leaves, teachers' career is like a tree, and our teachers are good. Praise the teacher's poem 5: You give a flower, I give a flower, let's knit. It was you who watered the seedlings with sweat. Your eyes are like bright stars, shining with charming brilliance. Your singing is like a clear spring, which brings joy to everyone. Wherever we go, we will always remember your feelings. Wherever we go, always remember your words. Wherever we go, always remember your love; Wherever we go, it will always be a flower of yours. Praise the teacher's poem 6: September comes as scheduled. Therefore, the world is brilliant. We sing September, because it is your eternal festival. We remember September because it was our sincere confession. September is a cup full of emotions. We hold high our sincere wishes with our hands. Please drink. September's music has been played. Please accept our gift in September, all the teachers who are struggling in the education front. Praise the teacher's poem 7: I remember your hands full of powder. I remember your kind teaching. I remember your new silver hair. Because of you, students can become talents. The world is so civilized because of you. You are a bright light. Find a tutor for the lost children. You are an angel. ★★★★★ Praise the teacher.

5. Gong Zizhen describes the teacher's poems. 179 1

The fifth poem of Qian Hai Miscellaneous Poems wrote: "When the sun sets, the horizon is wide, and the whip points to the east. Falling red is not heartless, and turning into spring mud will protect flowers more. " The first two sentences of this poem describe the scenery. Looking at the sunset, it affects the author's infinite grief over parting, which is not only the parting of his family, but also the parting of the court. The author studied in Beijing since childhood, and Beijing took an official exam. The bleak scene of sunset at dusk and the distant distance from the ends of the earth make his sadness broader and heavier. In the last two sentences of the poem, the poet turned to lyricism, expressing a high-spirited spirit: "Falling red is not a heartless thing, but turns into spring mud to protect flowers." What a novel poem. In the eyes of the ancients, falling red always caused sighs and sadness. However, the author sees its sentimental and positive side, which is used to compare himself who resigned and retired, showing a spirit of unwilling to give up and continue to struggle, indicating that he will still contribute everything to the country and the nation after quitting the officialdom.