Poetry about thanking strangers 1. What poems are there about strangers?

Pipa and Tang Bai Juyi are both unhappy-we meet each other forever. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? Origin: Pipa Tang Bai Juyi Yuan and ten years, moved to Sima, belonging to 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 and the autumn night in the moonlight.

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, a total of 6 16 words, entitled "Pipa Travel". 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.

2. Gratitude for strangers' poems

Thanksgiving poem

When the white clouds float away

Who will stop wandering?

The dream of the sea beating the viola.

Mermaid smiles in heaven

The color of ancient wedding champagne

Through poppies

Her singing voice

should i stay or should i go？

Never give up hope

Christmas of elk in snowy forest

The beautiful princess fell asleep.

In the legendary night sky

Countless pearls and delicious food have not been picked.

The lair of time

The light of angel's flying wings

Through the gardens of Babylon

God is a woman.

Her incarnation is not the sun god.

Charming daughter

The valley of the desert Gobi

More luxurious than a palace.

Rivers are the mother of living things.

Holy waves make everything eternal.

Colorful flowers are rain.

Beautiful women who lit up ancient Egypt

When the white clouds float away

I have to go back.

The dream of the sea beating the viola.

Mermaid smiles in heaven

The color of champagne at the prince's wedding

Through poppies

Her singing voice

The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.

Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.

Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?

Confucius said: Parents are here, so don't travel far.

Grace wants to repay kindness, resentment wants to forget; Short complaints are long rewards.

Mom and Dad

thank you

Brought me here.

Beautiful world

thank you

Gave me free air.

bright sunshine

thank you

Teaching earnestly

Sincere entrustment

I have grown up.

And you're old

Grateful to the humble grass

Did you repay the kindness of generous Sun?

I will give you a sincere filial piety.

I wish you health forever.

Please find me some poems or essays about thanking strangers, ok?

Thanksgiving teacher (prose)

The movement of fallen leaves is the gratitude of trees for the nourishment of the earth; Clear sky is the gratitude of white clouds to the blue sky.

Flowers thank the rain and dew, because the rain and dew moistened its growth; The eagle is grateful to the sky, because the sky makes it fly; The mountain is grateful to the earth, because the earth makes it lofty. In the journey of life, there are many people worthy of our gratitude. On the occasion of Teacher's Day, we should thank our teachers.

From babbling children to beginners, from eager students to young people flying high, from layman to expert, from human knotting notes to the advent of today's information age, the role of teachers has always run through the whole process of human civilization development. People agree that the development of society depends on education and the development of education depends on teachers. The teacher's silent cultivation has brought the vitality of human civilization.

Teacher's love is called teacher-student affection. This feeling is the most sacred and selfless feeling in the world. It is the teacher who teaches us when we are punished for our mistakes; When we are sweating when we encounter a difficult problem, it is the teacher who carefully explains it for us. A look of praise makes us extremely happy; A warm greeting makes us feel the second kind of affection. No matter what happens, you will face it with us. Teacher, in our eyes, you are amazing and great.

Young trees enjoy the sunshine, but they still know that in return, they will give the earth a piece of green; Crops enjoy care and know that the return will bring fruitful results to people. Teacher, we sincerely thank you for everything you have done for us! Gratitude is a person's innate nature, an indelible conscience, and a warm emotion that haunts everyone who never forgets the kindness of the teacher. Of course, gratitude is not only for repaying kindness, because some kindness can't be repaid, and some kindness can't be paid off at one time. Only by moving with a childlike heart, unforgettable, and always remembered, can you truly be worthy of the teacher who has given you kindness. In this golden autumn Teacher's Day, let's learn to be grateful to our teachers! Learn to be grateful, in order to polish the dusty heart without numbness, learn to be grateful, in order to never forget the little things you have to pay.

Another year, wild geese are singing all over the sky and reeds are flying; Another year of frost, wind, rain and snow, another year of peach and plum fragrance. Dear teacher, maybe you are still watching your old disciple running around in bright eyes. Maybe you are teaching your new disciple how to grow up with a loud voice. Appreciate the kindness of the teacher. No matter how many words, we can't express our respect for the teacher, nor can we express our deep love for the teacher. Then, let's say this with deep affection: Teacher, you will always be the most amiable and respectable person in our hearts!

Thanksgiving teacher (poetry)

I remember your hands were covered with powder.

I remember your kind teaching.

I remember your new silver hair.

Because of you, many students can become talents.

Because of you, the world will be so civilized

Teacher, you are a bright light.

Find a home for the lost children

Teacher, you are an angel.

The world is wonderful because of you.

Others get gold from life.

You can only get flowers.

Your gold is the morning sun.

Your silver is the moon of the fifteenth.

But you still whistle happily.

Your pride is the fragrance of peaches and plums

Inch by inch of chalk.

Dye your hair white

Take it off and light a candle.

Illuminate others

Let one hieroglyph after another

Become the footprints you have walked through

Climb to the top of the cliff

Let the latecomers step on your shoulders.

Send groups of students on the road.

Twinkling Stars

Brilliant

Use up the last bit of waste heat

This is a teacher's life.

Engineers of the human soul!

4. Praise strangers' poems

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. 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. 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! 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.

Step 5 be grateful to strangers

Parents are more concerned about their children,

Like nagging and overlapping,

Children will get bored,

But filial children should take into account,

The love of parents, no matter how backward their parents are,

They will always be your parents. Don't repay kindness with evil.

The combination of bad words broke their hearts.

If you want your future children to treat you.

What are you going to do to your parents now,

Treasure your parents.

Whether they raised you or not,

At least my mother conceived in October and gave birth to you in this world.

Can see everything in this world, beauty, ugliness, evil and goodness,

God and your parents gave it to you,

Don't do anything you regret,

Please be kind to your parents,

Don't wait for them to leave,

Know how to cherish ...

Then! It is never too late.

If one day, you find that your father's flowers and trees are gradually abandoned,

If one day, you find that the cupboard at home is often full of dust,

If one day, you find that mom's cooking is too salty and not delicious,

If one day, you find that your parents often forget to turn off the gas,

If one day, you find that some habits of the old father and mother are no longer habits.

Just like when they no longer want to take a bath every day,

If one day, you find that your parents no longer like to eat crisp fruits and vegetables,

If one day, you find that your parents like to eat rotten vegetables,

If one day, you find that your parents like porridge,

If one day, you find that they cross the road slowly,

If one day, you find that they always cough when eating,

Don't mistake them for colds or colds (that's a phenomenon of swallowing nerve aging).

If one day, you find that they no longer love to go out. ...

If one day I want to tell you,

You should be alert that your parents are really old,

Organs have degenerated to the point where they need to be taken care of by others.

If you can't look after them, please find someone to look after them.

Please, please keep watching,

Remember to go home often,

Don't let them feel abandoned,

Everyone will be old, and parents will be older than us.

We should take care of them with the mood of role exchange,

Only with patience can there be no complaints.

When parents can't take care of themselves,

Be careful as children, they may be incontinent,

There may be many things that can't be done well. If the room smells bad,

Maybe they can't smell it themselves. Please don't think he is dirty or smelly.

The child can only help him clean up, and please maintain his "self-esteem".

When they don't like taking a bath, please take time to help them wash their bodies regularly.

Because even if they wash it themselves, they can't clean it.

When we love food,

Please prepare a small bowl of suitable size and easy to chew for them.

Because I don't like it, I may not be able to bite my teeth.

Since we were born, we have been nursing, changing diapers and taking care of sick people.

Teach us basic life skills, provide reading, eating, drinking and tutoring,

Care and action never stop,

If one day, they really can't move,

Is it wrong to swap roles?

Children should remember that looking after their parents means looking at their future, and filial piety should be timely.

The tree wants to be quiet, but the wind will not stop, and the child wants to be raised, but the relatives are not there-have you noticed your parents?

Have you ever cared about your parents?

6. Poems for the most familiar strangers

1, the most beautiful years should be reserved for the best people, and we have already missed them.

Fate has come and gone, but it's just a dream, and it wakes up without a trace.

3, floating life is like this, don't be less and less, just meet.

4, the years will be indifferent.

5, Bodhi has no trees, and the mirror is not Taiwan. There is nothing in the original, so where is the dust?

6, life is intertwined with right and wrong grievances, but it is nothing more than a water without a trace, it is difficult to give up, that's all.

7. The past is just empty, so why be persistent.

8. Those who once said they would never part are now scattered all over the world.

9. Who is a passer-by in his life, who is the wheel of his life, and ultimately, who is not.

10, those prosperous sorrows will eventually become the past.