Author: Fly gently.
dear
Feel the letter in my hand?
Because of missing
This is for you.
To you who love me.
Pink paper
Remember my thoughts of you.
I use magic blue.
Let every mood jump from the paper.
dear
You feel it, don't you?
I feel your heartbeat and charming smile.
I close my eyes.
Seal my feelings for you.
Record the steps of our love.
Accurately calculate the time when we get together.
dear
I will tell you in my next letter.
Where shall we meet?
dear
Let's approach under my gaze and accompanied by love! ?
I hope our letterhead is red.
2. Poems describing strangers. Genius is not poor. -(Qing) Zheng Banqiao
Know yourself in the sea, and heaven is still our neighbor. —— (Tang)
We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? . -(Tang) Bai Juyi
Mochow has a vast road ahead, and everyone knows you. -(Tang) Gao Shi
There are no happy friends and no happy friends in the world. -(Qing) Pu Songling
Know each other, know each other, know each other, know each other. -(Spring and Autumn Period) Mencius
A friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, but a friendship between villains is as bitter as cucumber.
-(Warring States) Zhuangzi
If you live with the lame, you will learn to limp. -(Western Jin Dynasty) Fu Xuan
Life is a matter of life, so why use gold and money? -(Tang) Li Bai
Make friends and keep your word. -(Spring and Autumn) Midsummer
Never forget the friendship between cloth and clothes. -(Tang) li yanshou
Gentlemen and gentlemen take Tao as their friends, and villains and villains take fun as their friends. —— (Song) Ouyang Xiu
Life is about getting to know each other. -(Song) Wang Anshi
The enemy should reconcile, not reconcile, and turn around. -(Ming) Feng Menglong
Heroes in adversity. -(Qing) Wei Xi
Two thousand gold is easy to get, but a bosom friend is hard to find. -(Qing) Cao Xueqin
For my heart, for your heart, we will know each other and remember each other deeply. -(Song) Gu Xia
Zhong Ziqi died, and Boya never played the piano again. Han Shu
The mountains and rivers are not heavy enough. It is important to know yourself. -Bao Rong
Be a gentleman and a hero in the world.
Shu Shu and Liu Ba in Romance of the Three Kingdoms.
A gentleman does not slander when he makes it, and he does not blaspheme when he makes it. -Zhouyi
If you know that all the seas are brothers, where can you meet an old friend? -Chen
Friends, those honest people. -(Song) Zhu
Clothes are not as good as new ones, and people are not as good as old ones. -Han Yuefu
Concentric and economical, consistent. —— (Song) Ouyang Xiu
Once you die, you know your friendship. Poverty and wealth are a state of knowing each other. One is expensive and the other is cheap, and friendship can be seen. -Historical records
I got drunk without saying anything, and I won't have another drink. -(Jin) Tao Yuanming
There is no distinction between old and young in life. Why should we get along first? -(Tang) Du Fu
Soul mates, not face to face, from now on. -(Tang) Bai Juyi
Making friends in life begins and ends, not for ups and downs. -(Tang) Helan
Have fun today, and don't forget each other in the future. -(Three Kingdoms) Cao Zhi
Friends in the world, know yourself and know yourself. -(Ming) Feng Menglong
Teenagers know each other happily, but miss their old friends at dusk. -(Tang) Han Yu
One is expensive and the other is cheap. Goodbye. -(Tang) Luo
It is no good getting to know each other in an emergency. -(Tang) Li Bai
Throw it out with papaya and hold it with Qiong Yao. It is always good to repay bandits. -The Book of Songs
The most important thing in life is to know yourself. We are all flesh and blood in the whole world. -Yanmen
Friendly friends never tire, but close friends speculate. -(Ming) Feng Menglong
If two people are connected, their sharpness can cut metal. -"hey. Cohesion "
Baby, it makes a harsh sound and asks for its friendly voice. -The Book of Songs. Xiaoya
Happy, happy, new friend -(Warring States) Qu Yuan
Friends in trouble. -"Han Zhuge Feng Biography".
People who have affairs are not our kind. -(Tang) Meng Haoran
My friend is eager to think. -The Analects of Confucius. Luz
Courtesy is reciprocated. -Book of Rites. Qu Li
A gentleman makes friends with words, and helps others with kindness. -The Analects of Confucius and Yan Yuan
Pay with money, pay with money; People who pay with color fall in love with Chongqing. -Warring States policy
The luxury of pine and cypress can only be known when the husband's frost and snow fall. -"Huainanzi"
Those who combine strength are exhausted. -Historical records
A man knows his companion in a long journey and an inn. -"Selected Songs of Yuan Dynasty". Try to be grateful. "
Knowing each other far and near, Wan Li is still a neighbor. -(Tang) Zhang Jiuling
Just met a smile, and sending turned into sobbing. —— (Tang) Wang Wei
Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love. -(Tang) Li Bai
Old friends are closer. -(Tang) Du Fu
Although there are brothers, it is best to be friends.
-"Bao Puzi". Communication "
A gentleman is as light as water, the older he gets, the truer he is. The population is as small as honey, and it is an enemy in an instant.
Pick whatever you want.
3. Is there an ancient poem about love becoming strange to maids?
The prince's children rushed back, and the beautiful woman was wet with tears.
Xiao Lang was a passer-by as soon as Houmen entered the sea.
Seeing the Maid Off is a seven-character quatrain written by Cui Jiao in Tang Dynasty. This poem describes the sadness that the beloved person was robbed, and reflects the love tragedy caused by the disparity of family status in feudal society. The poetry is quite deep, the expression technique is implicit but not explicit, the resentment is not angry, and the euphemism is tortuous.
Working background:
At the end of the Yuan Dynasty and the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, the aunt of scholar Cui Jiao had a beautiful handmaid who fell in love with Cui Jiao, but was later sold to a powerful person. Cui Jiao was fascinated by it and longed for it. During a cold meal, the maid occasionally went out to meet Cui Jiao. Cui Jiao wrote this song "To a Maid" with mixed feelings. Later, when Yu Yong read this poem, he asked Cui Jiao to accept his handmaid, and spread it in the poetry circle as a much-told story. (Fan Yi's "Yunxi Friendship")
4. What are some poems about strangers? Don Bai Juyi We were all unhappy-we met until eternity passed. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? Origin: the journey of pipa. Tang Bai Juyi lived for ten years, and the rest moved to Sima, Jiujiang County.
Next autumn, I will send a guest to Pukou, and I will hear those pipa players in the middle of the night. Listen to its voice, there is the voice of Kyoto.
Ask the man, Ben Chang 'an advocates women and learns to bathe grass. Old age is fading, and I am committed to being a wife.
So he ordered the winemaker to play a few pieces quickly. I feel sorry for myself, but I have told myself what I was happy about when I was young. Now I am wandering and haggard, and I have been an official in the Jianghu for more than two years. I feel very comfortable, I feel very comfortable, and I feel excited.
Because Long song is for them, there are 6 16 words. Life is called pipa xing.
In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn. I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music.
Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon. We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left.
We followed the melody, asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered. We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again.
However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us. ... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings.
Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life. She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit.
She brushed the strings, slowly twisted, swept and plucked, first the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six small ones. Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets.
Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade. Guan Yingying's ass was slippery when she spoke, and we heard a stream sobbing painfully on the beach.
By checking its cold touch, this string seems to be broken, as if it can't pass; And notes, fade away. The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.
A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons. Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk.
The east ship was silent, and the west ship was silent. We saw the white autumn moon entering the river. She tied it thoughtfully on the rope, stood up and smoothed her clothes, serious and polite.
Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill. She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians.
Song "always teach good talents and dress up like an autumn furnace." I can't count all the songs of how noble young people in Wuling once competed nobly.
The silver comb inlaid with shells was broken by her rhythm, and the bloody skirt was stained with wine. Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention.
Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, and her beauty disappeared. There were fewer and fewer cars and horses in front of the door, and finally she married herself to a businessman.
Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago. And she has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary. Around the cabin, the moon and the river are cold.
Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears. Her first guitar note made me sigh. Now, after listening to her story, I feel even sadder.
We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? . A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick Jiujiang exile.
Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year. My residence is near the town by the river, low and humid, and the house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes.
What can you hear here in the morning and evening? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing. I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight shining.
There are no folk songs and Guti, but they are rough and harsh. Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music.
Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. I will write a Long song about the guitar ... She was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder.
Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces. But which of them cried the most? Jiangzhou Sima Qing is wet.
In the 10th year of Yuanhe in Tang Xianzong, I was demoted to Sima in Jiujiang County. One day in the autumn of the following year, I was seeing off guests at Songpukou, and at night I heard someone playing the lute on the boat.
Listen to that sound, jingle bells, with the popular rhyme of Kyoto. Ask about this person, who turned out to be a singer in Chang 'an, and once studied under two pipa masters, Mu and Cao.
Later, she got old, retired and married a businessman. So I ordered someone to set the wine and asked her to play a few songs happily.
After she finished playing, she looked a little blue. She talked about the joy of childhood, but now she is wandering, haggard and wandering between rivers and lakes. After leaving Beijing for two years, I had a very relaxed and enjoyable life. Now I am moved by this man's words, and I feel that I was demoted that night.
So I wrote a long poem for her, * * * 6 16, entitled Pipa. On autumn night, I went to Xunyang Jiangtou to see off a returning guest, and the autumn wind blew the maple leaves and reeds rustling.
Pipa line illustration (16 photos) My guests and I dismounted from the boat to bid farewell and drank useless music. If you don't drink well, it will be even sadder. You left, and the river reflected the bright moon at night.
Suddenly I heard the crisp sound of pipa on the river; I forgot to return, and the guests didn't want to leave. Find the sound source and ask who is playing the pipa. Pipa stopped for a long time but nothing happened.
We brought the boat closer and invited her out to meet; Tell the servant to add more wine, and then set the banquet under the lamp. It was a long time before she came out slowly, holding the pipa in her arms and covering her face half.
Tighten the piano shaft, pluck the strings and try to play a few times; Form is very affectionate before it becomes a tune. The sad sound of the strings suggests meditation; It seems to be telling the frustration of her life; She kept her head down and kept playing; Tell the infinite past in your heart with the sound of the piano.
Close it gently, twist it slowly, wipe it and pick it. Play "Colorful Feather" at the beginning and then "Liuyao".
The big string is long and noisy, like a storm; Xiaoxian is gentle and quiet, as if someone is whispering. Noise and tangles are played alternately; Like a string of beads falling from a jade plate.
Pipa sounds like a smooth birdsong under a flower for a while, and then it sounds like a difficult, low and intermittent sound of water flowing under the ice. It seems that the cold and astringent pipa sound of the spring began to condense, and the sound of poor condensation gradually stopped.
Like another kind of sadness and hatred secretly breeds; At this time, it is more touching than the sound. Suddenly, it seems that the silver bottle broke into the water and splashed; Like armored cavalry fighting with swords and guns.
At the end of the song, she aimed at the center of the strings and parted them; The roar of four strings seems to tear the cloth. People from the East Ship and the West Ship listened quietly; I saw Bai Yue reflected in the middle of the river.
She thoughtfully put the pick away and inserted it on the strings; Finishing clothes still looks solemn. She said I was a famous singer in Beijing. My hometown is in Ling Ran, southeast of Chang 'an.
Learn to play pipa at the age of thirteen; My name was included in the first lineup of Jiao Fang Philharmonic Orchestra. Every song makes the art masters gasp in admiration; Every time I make up Chengdu, I am envied by my fellow geisha.
Rich children in Kyoto compete to offer color; I don't know how much red yarn I collected after playing a song. The silver grate in the hammer head is often broken when it is struck; I don't regret that the red skirt is stained with wine.
Spent year after year in laughter and farce; Autumn goes and spring comes, and good times are wasted. My brother joined the army, and my sister died at home, which has been ruined; As time goes by, I get old and my skin color fades.
Cars and horses in front of the door reduce diners; Youth is gone, so I have to marry a businessman. When businessmen value profits more than feelings, they tend to leave easily; Last month.
5. Describing strange sentences is beautiful in the distance, which is the beauty that strange feelings give you; This is a place you can't reach, just like you can't reach the world of fairy tales, but you can only stare at the heaven composed of pictures and words through a thick wooden fence.
Happiness is like a piece of ice in the palm of your hand. When the ice melts slowly, that short distance is the moment when happiness beckons to you. Learning to enjoy happiness is the most unforgettable thing in life. 3. It is said that "optimism is a kind of beauty". Think about it. In fact, sadness is also a kind of beauty, the truest and purest beauty, the calm beauty after the storm, the quiet beauty after the experience, the most emotional beauty and the mature beauty! Forgive me for telling a stranger your mobile phone number. His name is Cupid, and he will tell you for me. My heart likes you, my heart cares about you, and my heart waits for you.
Love makes two people from strange to familiar, and from familiar to strange. Love is a game that turns a pair of strangers into lovers and a pair of lovers into strangers.
After breaking up, I often miss you and occasionally want to see you. We are strangers from now on. Your world no longer has me, and my world no longer has you.
I can't cherish you anymore, but I can only miss you ... maybe love is just because of loneliness. Need someone to love.
Even if there is no ending. The time to hug each other, the hustle and bustle of a strange city, the day to hold hands, love you, love you, in the eyes when we first met, your heart was captured and your feelings were collected.
There are tears and feelings in life, twists and turns, smooth roads, opportunities and dreams. Along the way, we are familiar with the strange world, familiar with strange faces, met countless people, and passed by in a hurry. Some of them have become unforgettable shadows, and some have become the scenery of our lives.
Life is a passer-by. Why is it that Qian Qian's knot, the most familiar thing, is the easiest to feel strange? People close at hand are the hardest to understand.
From a psychological point of view, the longer two people get along, the less interested they are in getting to know each other. So there is a blind spot of love.
The farthest person in the world may be the closest person to you. The cello sounds like a river. The left bank is a memory I can't forget, and the right bank is a glorious time I deserve to persist in. What flows in the middle is my faint sadness every year! One is always on a strange road, watching strange scenery and listening to strange songs. Then one day, you will find that you have really forgotten what you tried to forget.
Too far, too far, not a distance, but a strange heart is the farthest distance. The longest possession in life is not to cherish the moment, but to cherish the whole life.
People who really love you don't say much about loving you, but do a lot of things that love you. Ordinary companionship seems dull, but it is actually to cherish the present; Understanding seems simple, but it is actually kindness to the heart.
In the emotional world, companionship and understanding are more important than love itself. When love comes, we are ecstatic, but no matter how happy love is, there will always be times when you and I bow our heads and cry.
We learned to sigh and tell. Apart from tears, this place is no longer strange.
Surfing the Internet every day, no matter whether there is any new trend in her heart, we will go into her space to have a look. Cherish time and cherish yourself, because they can't start over.
Some people live in memory, unforgettable; Some people live nearby, but far away. The world is very big, even strangers who pass by have a faint fate when they meet, so the fate is you, and I cherish it; If you go, I will let you go.
A wonderful feeling is that a stranger has suddenly become your whole world. So, thank you for meeting me.
Grasp every role you will face, and you will laugh at the ups and downs of life. Because, no matter how much you have paid, how much you have gained and how much you have lost, you have been embedded in the past scenery.
Only after I have experienced it, can I understand that happiness is used to feel and pain is used to grow. Please keep your heart warm after prosperity.
Who comes into your life is determined by fate; Who stays in your life is up to you. Once a stranger suddenly became my whole world because of an encounter.
I really want to be kind to the person I like, without thinking much, seeking results, having no purpose and asking about the future. In this way, along the thread of time, day after day gentle.
However, one is always on a strange road, watching strange scenery and listening to strange songs. For you, I can only miss you as a stranger.
It's hard to love someone, and it's even harder to give up the person you love. The pain of parting and disappointment has lost its voice.
I love you, and I am willing to give up everything for your happiness. From strangeness to familiarity to being together, and finally returning to a stranger to become the most familiar stranger.
If you had known this ending, would you have continued to choose the original decision? But if I don't try, how do I know if I can do it? If you succeed, you can proudly say to others, "My girl and I defeated two BOSS, one is called years, and the other is called reality." I believe that one of the stars leads my life and brings me to your side.
Your voice went through a long telephone line and hit your heart heavily, but suddenly it became strange. I don't know if the space is wrong or the time is misplaced. Time fades, forgetting all the sadness. The most familiar things are most likely to have strangeness.
People close at hand are the hardest to understand. From a psychological point of view, the longer two people get along, the less interested they are in getting to know each other.
So there is a blind spot of love. The farthest person in the world may be the closest person to you.
In order to prevent happiness from coming too fast and walking too fast, although the years are unbearable, we wait together. Life is long, but in a flash.
You will meet some people constantly, and you will say goodbye to some people constantly, from unfamiliar to familiar, from familiar to unfamiliar, from congenial to parting ways, from meeting each other late to never meeting again ... No one can go back to the past and start over, the words of youth gradually feel strange, and the rings are always easy to be branded with old marks. What you think will last forever is actually not around in an instant.
People who have loved and missed will easily become strangers who have been familiar with them. Most people I meet in my life are strangers.
6. Love can be friendship, love, and the relationship with strangers.
One: Only after experiencing the ups and downs of life can we appreciate the taste of this world, so we should also learn to cherish life and feelings.
No matter how beautiful or bad she is, you should be grateful to her. Thank her for being with you in the storm. This is love from the heart, so you should never leave.
Three: the virtuous woman cried her misfortune, which made people feel sad for a while. Only silently pray that God will bless the kind people. If you can, let her husband hide in his heart for a minute and experience the pain of heartbreak. He will definitely change his mind. Let's not let people down casually.
Four: Only when it is cold in winter do you know the uniqueness of a plum flower, and only when it is warm in spring do you know that all flowers are love. Only through suffering can we know the value of life is sweet.
Five: Those who leave know the happiness of meeting, and those who lose know the satisfaction of having. Therefore, we should cherish the people in front of us and know how to love each other.
A man who can understand a woman's heart is a good man, and a man who can understand a woman's heart is a good man, because he thinks of others in everything.
Seven: It's hard to meet someone worthy of love. When two people are worthy of love, it is even harder to walk together. You should cherish it when you meet it. That's a blessing.
Eight: Lotus is not as affectionate as peony, and it is difficult to move the capital when it blooms, but it will not be beautiful when flowers and fruits bloom at the same time. Things have a good result, and our efforts will have unlimited significance.
Nine: A beautiful face must have a beautiful heart to be perfect, and a heart that knows love must meet a person who knows love to be happy.
X: The happiest love is two of a kind, who shares joys and sorrows.
7. Poems praising strangers 1. At the foot of Luojiashan, on the coast of the East China Sea, peaches and plums are silent, so the next step is to make it yourself.
2. Falling red is not heartless. Turning into spring mud will protect flowers. In spring, silkworms will weave until they die, candles will turn to dust, and tears will start to dry up.
4. Add China hair to the hair and laugh at the podium. 5. I have paid a lot of blood and sweat, and I don't want to be famous.
6. Bow your head and be a Confucian cow. 7. Three-foot platform, three-inch tongue, three-inch pen and three thousand peaches and plums; Ten years of trees, ten years of wind, ten years of rain and a hundred thousand columns.
8. Four degrees of spring breeze and several times of autumn rain washed away the gap. Black hair and frost weave the sun and the moon, and chalk writes the spring and autumn without words.
9. Spring silk is not old, and autumn candle tears are thicker. Peach and plum are sown in three thousand gardens in spring, and Qiu Lai is rich in China fruits.
10. The silver thread of the crane hair reflects the sun and the moon, and the heart is full of blood. 1 1.
12. All the words were given by my teacher. Gift: ★★★★ Praise the teacher Poem 2: ★★★★ 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, like gardeners, feed our flowers, but work hard for themselves until their physical strength is exhausted. We must become the pillars of the country when we grow up! 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! You cultivated it with hard sweat.
1. At the foot of Luojiashan, on the coast of the East China Sea, peaches and plums go their separate ways. 2. Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud will protect the flowers.
In spring, silkworms will weave until they die, candles will turn to dust, and tears will start to dry up. 4. Add China hair to the hair and laugh at the podium.
5. I have paid a lot of blood and sweat, and I don't want to be famous. 6. Bow your head and be a Confucian cow.
7. Three-foot platform, three-inch tongue, three-inch pen and three thousand peaches and plums; Ten years of trees, ten years of wind, ten years of rain and a hundred thousand columns. 8. Four degrees of spring breeze and several times of autumn rain washed away the gap.
Black hair and frost weave the sun and the moon, and chalk writes the spring and autumn without words. 9. Spring silk is not old, and autumn candle tears are thicker.
Peach and plum are sown in three thousand gardens in spring, and Qiu Lai is rich in China fruits. 10. The silver thread of the crane hair reflects the sun and the moon, and the heart is full of blood.
1 1. 12. All the words were given by my teacher.
Gift: ★★★★ Praise the teacher Poem 2: ★★★★ 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, like gardeners, feed our flowers, but work hard for themselves until their physical strength is exhausted.
We must become the pillars of the country when we grow up! 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 is it-educating naughty people into people who can help others? It is you! Teacher! Your care is like a warm spring breeze, which warms our hearts.
Who is it-to train young people into mature and sensible teenagers? It is you! Teacher! Your protection makes us grow up healthily. The autumn season is fruitful.
You have worked hard! Teacher! People who work hard in the heat and cold. You have worked hard! Teacher! Dedicate 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, and we are also trying to suck the drizzle and grow. Teacher-you are like an autumn breeze, blowing the yellow land and calling for rice. We have a bumper harvest.
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's teacher's holiday is coming again.
Teachers have worked hard for 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 the noblest career in the world. The teacher gave us ideal sunshine and wisdom sunshine.
The teacher guided us to the path of 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 of knowledge.
Gentle spring rain is the teacher's love for us. The teacher's words and deeds are like spring rain.
The teacher is willing to be a green leaf and hold us up as red flowers. 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.
Teachers are like trees, with blue sky overhead and feet on the earth, silently benefiting the society. Teachers are big trees, bringing spring scenery to the world.
The teacher sowed the seeds of hope and cultivated us into a forest. Young trees grow into pillars, never forgetting the gardener's cultivation.
Yes, teachers' enthusiasm is like the sun, teachers' teaching is like spring rain, teachers' style 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 make a big wreath and give it to my dear teacher and mother. It is you who gave the seeds, the warmth like sunshine; 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, always remember your feelings; No matter where we go.
Always remember your words. Wherever we go, always remember your love; Wherever we go, it will be a flower of yours.
Praise the teacher's poem 6: September, 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 an emotional cup. We hold high our sincere wishes with our hands. Please drink a toast. The movement of September has been played, please accept our September.