1. A collection of poems about Teachers' Day
1. "Bee"
Luo Yin of the Tang Dynasty
Regardless of the flat land or the top of the mountain , the infinite scenery is occupied.
After collecting hundreds of flowers into honey, for whom does it work hard and for whom is it sweet?
2. "Happy Rain on a Spring Night"
Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.
The wild paths are all dark with clouds, but the river boats are only bright with fire.
Look at the red and wet places at dawn, and the flowers are heavy on the official city.
3. "Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai: The sun is setting in the daytime of the mighty separation"
The sun is setting in the daytime of the mighty separation, chanting the whip to the east, pointing to the end of the world.
Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers.
4. "Feng He Ling Gong Plants Flowers in Lu Ye Tang"
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
Lu Ye Tang opened to occupy Wuhua, and passers-by gave instructions to Ling Gong's house.
Your Majesty has peaches and plums all over the world, so why bother planting more flowers in front of the hall?
5. "Untitled"
Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered.
The spring silkworms will not run out until they die, and the wax torches will turn to ashes before their tears dry up.
When I look into the mirror at dawn, I am worried about the clouds on my temples. When I sing at night, I should feel the cold moonlight.
There is not much way to Penglai, so the blue bird is diligent in visiting.
6. "Six Poems of Pure Sand in the Sky: Pictures of a Long History"
If you want talented people, you will find the sky, the land, and the sea.
I have been busy traveling here and there for half my life, and now I am sailing again.
The road is far away, the mountains are high and the water is long.
7. "Qi Jue·Teacher's Favor is Unforgettable"
It was too hasty to meet once, and the flowers in the school bloomed several times.
Good friendship will always be in my soul and dreams, deep kindness will always be in my heart.
8. "Six Poems of Tianjingsha·Pictures of Yixian"
Have a mind of thousands of miles of the world and look to the infinite future.
Showing off his unparalleled talents and returning to the Yao Stage, the world was horrified.
9. "Miscellaneous Poems of Jihai"
Gong Zizhen of the Qing Dynasty
The anger of Kyushu relies on wind and thunder, and it is sad that thousands of horses are silent.
I urge God to cheer up and send talents of any kind.
10. "Hsinchu"
Zheng Xie of the Qing Dynasty
Hsinchu is higher than the old bamboo branches, all because of the support of the old stems.
Next year there will be another new born, the ten-foot-long dragon grandson will be around Fengchi.
11. "Rewarding the Master"
Liu Shang of the Tang Dynasty
The void is nowhere, as if it were glass.
Whoever comes to the poetic realm, the Zen mind has passed the poem again.
12. "Yuanshi"
Bai Juyi of Tang Dynasty
Bai Shuzi of Donggong, Zen master Yuan of Nansi.
Where to meet each other from a distance, when there is nothing in mind.
13. "Master Xun Yong Resides in Seclusion"
Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
A group of steep green skyscrapers, carefree and careless.
Look for the ancient road through the clouds, listen to the flowing spring by leaning against the tree.
The green cows lie down in the warm flowers, and the white cranes sleep high in the pines.
The language comes to the river at dusk, and the cold smoke falls alone.
14. "Teacher Silkworm"
Teaching children and daughters, hard work for half a lifetime.
A head full of white hair, sweet milk for a lifetime.
15. "It's like a dream on Yaotai"
It's like a dream on Yaotai, knowing that the beautiful girl is coming.
The singers and singers are dim, and the shadows of the flowers and the moon are lingering.
I laugh at my three leisure paths, and I miss you with seven sorrows.
Flowing wine glasses and red leaves, poetry and wine. 2. Poems about Teachers' Day
1. "Bee" - Luo Yin of the Tang Dynasty
After collecting hundreds of flowers into honey, it will be sweet for whomever you work hard for.
Translation: After the bees collect all the flowers and turn them into sweet honey, I wonder who will enjoy the sweet honey. Who is the bee’s hard work for?
2. "Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai·Part 5" - Gong Zizhen of the Qing Dynasty
Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers.
Translation: The fallen flowers from the branches are not heartless things. They turn into spring soil and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation.
3. "Fenghe Linggong Plants Flowers in the Green Wild Hall" - Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
There are so many peaches and plums in the world, why bother planting flowers in front of the hall.
Translation: Pei Linggong’s peach and plum students are all over the world. Where is the need to plant flowers in front of the house and behind the house?
4. "Qijue·Teacher's Favor is Unforgettable" - Modern Anonymous
Good friendship always exists in my soul and dreams, and deep kindness will always be in my heart.
Translation: We haven’t seen each other often since we left, but my deep friendship with you reminds me of you all the time. Your kindness in educating me will be engraved in my heart and will never be forgotten.
5. "Hsinchu" - Zheng Banqiao in the Qing Dynasty
Hsinchu is higher than the old bamboo branches, all because of the support of old stems.
Translation: Newly grown bamboos are taller than old bamboos, and their growth is entirely supported by the old branches. It is a metaphor that the young are better than the old, and the growth of new forces requires the active support of the older generation. 3. Famous verses about Teachers' Day
Best answer: Spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they die, and wax torches will turn to ashes before tears dry up.
(Li Shangyin's "Untitled") The peaches and plums are speechless, and they make their own mistakes (idiom) The world is full of peaches and plums. (Ominous departure) 1. Your work is in the present, but you are building the future of the motherland; your teaching is in the classroom, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland.
2. Your position will never change, but your footprints are all over the world; your temples will turn gray one day, but your youth will last for a hundred years. 3. On our way from childishness to maturity, from ignorance to civilization, you use the torch of life to clear the way for us.
4. The spring breeze of teachers bathes my heart every day. 5. A good teacher is better than ten thousand books.
6. Dear teacher, your sincere love has awakened so much confusion, nurtured so much self-confidence, ignited so much youth, and destroyed so much ambition. 7. The silver hair of the crane reflects the sun and the moon, and the fervent heart fertilizes new flowers.
8. Once a teacher, always a father. 9. All these gifts are from my teacher.
10. Gardener, a noble title, I wish you a world full of peaches and plums, and spring sunshine everywhere. 11. Rivers push us to the vast sea, and dawn brings us bright mornings; dear teacher, you lead us to a magnificent life.
12. Teacher, people say that you are cultivating the pillars of the motherland. It is better to say that you are the pillars of the motherland. It is you who support the backbone of our generation. ★★Poem 1 in Praise of Teachers:★★ Four spring breezes bring preparations, and several autumn rains wash away the gaps.
The black hair accumulates frost and weaves the sun and the moon, and the chalk writes the spring and autumn without words. The silk is not old even if it is spun out in spring, and the candle tears turn into gray and become thicker in autumn.
Three thousand peaches and plums are sown in spring, and China is filled with fruits in autumn. ★★Poem 2 of Praise for Teachers:★★ I love my teacher. The teacher is like a red candle, which ignites the torch in the students' hearts, but burns himself until the red candle turns to ashes.
Teachers are like gardeners, nurturing our flowers, but working hard on themselves until their physical strength is exhausted. When we grow up, we must become the pillars of the country, ah! The teacher is so selfless! ah! Teacher, we love you! ★★Poetry Three to Praise Teacher:★★——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 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 devote their youth to nothing. We pay you the highest respect! ——Thank you for your hard work, teacher! I can only help here, teacher, teacher - you are like the drizzle in spring, nourishing the flowers and irrigating the earth, and we continue to suck the drizzle and grow.
Teacher - you are like a gust of wind in autumn, blowing the earth yellow and calling the rice gold, and we got the fruits of the harvest. Teacher - you are the one who lit the brightest light for me on my dark road of life; Teacher - you are my guide on my misty road of life; Teacher - you are my guide when I fall. In the bumpy road of life, you pointed out the way forward for me; Teacher - you gave me a pair of powerful wings, allowing me to travel in the world of knowledge! ★★Poetry 4 in praise of teachers:★★ The golden wind brings laughter, and the fragrance of osmanthus flowers floats.
Teacher’s Day is here again today. Teachers have worked hard for our growth.
We will never forget the teacher’s caress for us. Hello, teacher! People compare teachers to red candles, which light up others and burn themselves.
People compare teachers to gardeners, cultivating peaches and plums to bloom all over the world. Teaching is a noble cause under the sun.
The teacher gave us the sunshine of ideals and the sunshine of wisdom. The teacher guides us to embark on the road of life full of sunshine.
The teacher expects us to become the sun of the new century. The teacher's words are like spring rain nourishing my heart.
Teachers use the rain and dew of knowledge to water our growth. The gentle spring rain is the teacher's care for us.
The teacher’s words and deeds are like spring rain moistening things silently. The teacher is willing to be a green leaf and hold us up like a red flower.
The teacher is a green leaf, willing to contribute silently. The green color of the leaves symbolizes the teacher’s everlasting youth.
When we are like flowers in full bloom, we will never forget the kindness of green leaves. Teachers are like big trees, with blue sky above their heads and earth under their feet, silently benefiting society.
Teachers are big trees that bring spring to the world.
The teacher sows the seeds of hope and cultivates us into a forest.
The small trees grow into pillars, and the gardener’s nurturing kindness is never forgotten. Yes, the teacher's enthusiasm is like the sun, the teacher's teachings are like spring rain, the teacher's style is like green leaves, the teacher's career is like a big tree, our teachers are good. ★★Poetry 5 of Praise for Teachers:★★ You present a flower, I Present a flower, let us weave a big garland, dedicated to my dear teacher and mother.
It is you who gave the seeds the warmth of the sun; it is you who watered the seedlings with your sweat. Your eyes are like bright stars, shining with charming brilliance; your singing is like a spring stream, bringing joy to everyone.
No matter where we go, we will always remember your love; no matter where we go. Always remember your words.
No matter where we go, we will always remember your love; no matter where we go, we will always be a flower of yours. ★★Poem 6 in Praise of Teachers:★★ September has arrived as scheduled.
The world is brilliant because of this. We sing September, for it is your eternal festival.
We remember September because it is our sincere confession. September is a cup overflowing with love. We raise our hands high with sincere blessings and ask you to toast.
The music of September has been played. Please accept our gift of September to all the teachers who are working hard on the education front. ★★Praise to Teacher Poem 7:★★ I once remembered your hands covered with powder. I once remembered your charitable and sincere teachings. I once remembered your new silver hairs. Because of you, many students can become talented because of you. The world will be so civilized. Teacher, you are the beacon to find home for the children who have lost their way. Teacher, you are the angel. ★★Praise to teachers poem 8: ★★ Teachers praise others for getting gold from life. You can only get the fragrance of flowers. Your gold is the morning sun. Your silver is like the fifteenth moon, but you still whistle happily. Your pride is the fragrance of peaches and plums. 4. Poems about Teachers’ Day
★★Poetry 1 to Praise Teachers: ★★Four spring breezes bring preparations, and several autumn rains wash away the gaps.
The black hair accumulates frost and weaves the sun and the moon, and the chalk writes the spring and autumn without words. The silk has spun out before it gets old in spring, and the candle tears turn into gray and become thicker in autumn.
Thousands of peaches and plums are sown in the spring, and China will be filled with fruits in autumn. ★★Praise to Teacher Poem 2:★★I love my teacher like a red candle, which ignites the torch in the students’ hearts, but burns itself until the red candle turns to ashes.
Teachers are like gardeners, nurturing our flowers, but working hard until they are exhausted. When we grow up, we must become the pillars of the country, ah! The teacher is so selfless! ah! Teacher, we love you! ★★Praise to Teacher Poem 3: ★★——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 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—nurturing us 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 devote their youth to nothing. We pay you the highest respect! ——Thank you for your hard work, teacher! I can only help here, teacher, teacher - you are like the drizzle in spring, nourishing the flowers and irrigating the earth, and we continue to suck the drizzle and grow.
Teacher - you are like a gust of wind in autumn, which turns the earth yellow and turns the rice golden, and we get the fruits of the harvest. Teacher - you are the one who lit the brightest light for me on my dark road of life; teacher - you are my guide on my misty road of life; teacher - you are my guide when I fall down. In the bumpy road of life, you pointed out the way forward for me; teacher - you gave me a pair of powerful wings to travel in the world of knowledge! ★★Poetry 4 in praise of teachers:★★The golden wind brings laughter, and the fragrance of osmanthus flowers floats.
Teacher’s Day is here again today. Teachers have worked hard for our growth.
We will never forget the teacher’s caress for us. Hello, teacher! People compare teachers to red candles, which light up others and burn themselves.
People compare teachers to gardeners, cultivating peaches and plums to bloom all over the world. Teaching is a noble cause under the sun.
The teacher gave us the sunshine of ideals and the sunshine of wisdom. The teacher guides us to embark on the road of life full of sunshine.
The teacher expects us to become the sun of the new century. The teacher's words are like spring rain nourishing my heart.
Teachers use the rain and dew of knowledge to water our growth. The gentle spring rain is the teacher's care for us.
The teacher’s words and deeds are like spring rain moistening things silently. The teacher is willing to be a green leaf and hold us up like a red flower.
The teacher is a green leaf, willing to contribute silently. The green color of the leaves symbolizes the teacher’s everlasting youth.
When we bloom like flowers, we will never forget the kindness of green leaves. Teachers are like big trees, with blue sky above their heads and earth under their feet, silently benefiting society.
Teachers are big trees that bring spring to the world. The teacher sows the seeds of hope and cultivates us into a forest.
The small trees grow into pillars, and the gardener’s nurturing kindness is never forgotten. Yes, the teacher's enthusiasm is like the sun, the teacher's teachings are like spring rain, the teacher's style is like green leaves, the teacher's career is like a big tree, our teachers are good. Present a flower and let us weave a big garland to our dear teacher and mother.
It is you who gave the seeds the warmth of the sun; it is you who watered the seedlings with your sweat. Your eyes are like bright stars, shining with charming brilliance; your singing is like a spring stream, bringing joy to everyone.
No matter where we go, we will always remember your love; no matter where we go. Always remember your words.
No matter where we go, we will always remember your love; no matter where we go, we will always be a flower for you. ★★Poem 6 in Praise of Teachers:★★September has arrived as scheduled.
The world is brilliant because of this. We sing September because it is your eternal festival.
We remember September because it is our sincere confession. September is a cup overflowing with love. We raise our hands high with sincere blessings and ask you to toast.
The music of September has been played. Please accept our gift of September to all the teachers who are working hard on the education front. ★★Praise to Teacher Poem 7:★★I once remembered your hands covered with powder. I once remembered your charitable and sincere teachings. I once remembered your new silver hairs. Because of you, many students can become talented because of you. The world will be so civilized. Teacher, you are the beacon to find home for the children who have lost their way. Teacher, you are the angel. ★★Praise to teachers poem 8: ★★Teachers praise others for getting gold from life. You can only get the fragrance of flowers. Your gold is the morning sun. Your silver is the fifteenth moon, but you are still whistling happily. Your pride is the fragrance of peaches and plums. You are a candle, shining with weak candlelight; you are a gardener, shedding drops of hard-working sweat and shining brightly; ah! Teacher - you raised me up and made me shine for the motherland; ah! Teacher - 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 a wealth of 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 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 devote their youth to nothing. We pay you the highest respect! --Thank you for your hard work, teacher! Missing the gardener, everything that has passed will become a warm memory - Teacher, I miss my middle school days, my alma mater, and you... If I could turn back time, let me go back to my student days - Dear teacher, how much I want to listen again Your sincere and thoughtful teachings... In the long years since we left, your voice has always sounded in my ears; your figure has always appeared in front of my eyes; your teachings have always stayed in my heart... Life is a journey. There is no end of the road, I am walking. 5. 50 poems about Teacher’s Day
Poems in Praise of Teachers 1
Four spring breezes bring preparations,
Several autumn rains wash away the gaps.
The black hair accumulates frost and weaves the sun and the moon,
The chalk writes the spring and autumn without words.
Spring is not old even when the silk is exhausted,
The tears of candles turn to gray and become thicker in autumn.
Three thousand peaches and plums are sown in spring,
China is full of fruits in autumn.
Poems in Praise of Teachers 2
I love my teacher
Teachers are like red candles,
igniting the torch in the hearts of students,
But he burned himself,
until the red candle turned to ashes.
Teachers are like gardeners,
nurturing our flowers,
but working hard on themselves,
until physical exhaustion All.
When we grow up, we must become the pillars of the country,
Ah! The teacher is so selfless!
Ah! Teacher, we love you!
Poem 3 in Praise of Teachers
September has arrived as scheduled.
The world is brilliant because of this.
We sing September,
For this is your eternal festival.
We remember September,
because this is our sincere confession.
September is a cup overflowing with love,
We raise it high with both hands
Amid sincere blessings,
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Please cheers.
The music of September has been played.
Please accept our September gift.
All teachers who are working hard on the education front.
Poems in Praise of Teachers 4
I once remembered your hands covered with powder
I once remembered your charitable teachings
I remember your new silver hair
Because of you, students can become talented
Because of you, the world can be so civilized
Teacher You are the beacon
Find HOME for the lost children
Teacher, you are the angel
Ode to Teachers
Others gain from life Gold
You can only get the fragrance of flowers
Your gold is the morning sun
Your silver is the fifteenth moon
But You are still whistling happily
Your pride is the fragrance of peaches and plums
Praise to the gardener
The golden autumn breeze is refreshing and the sound of reading is loud.
The students are pretty and the teachers are silent.
Red candles shed blood and sweat, and the four modernizations cultivate elites.
The garden is full of peaches and plums, and the gardener is eulogized.
Ode to Teachers
Others get gold from life
You can only get the fragrance of flowers
Your gold is the morning sun
p>Your silver is like the fifteenth moon
But you are still whistling happily
Your pride is the fragrance of peaches and plums 6. Ancient poems about Teachers' Day< /p>
Five Jue Yuanshi Tang Bai Juyi
Donggong Bai Shuzi, Nansi Yuan Zen Master.
Where to meet each other from a distance, when there is nothing in mind.
The Five Jue Rewards for Masters by Liu Shang of the Tang Dynasty
The void is nowhere, as if it were glass.
Whoever comes to the poetic realm, the Zen mind has passed the poem again.
The jade pot contains the heart of ice
The ink pen writes the soul of the teacher
The sincerity is like the words of a father
The love is like a friend
A few lines of words with lightness
A heavy touch for a lifetime
Hope for those who come after you
Repay the Master with success
Untitled
Author: Li Shangyin
It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered.
The spring silkworms will not run out until they die, and the wax torch will not dry until it turns to ashes.
When I look into the mirror at dawn, I am worried about the clouds on my temples. When I sing at night, I should feel the cold moonlight.
There is not much way to go to Pengshan, and the bluebirds are diligent to visit
Ode to the teacher
The fourth spring brings preparations,
How many days are there? Autumn rain washes the gap.
The black hair accumulates frost and weaves the sun and the moon,
The chalk writes the spring and autumn without words.
Spring is not old even when the silk is exhausted,
The tears of candles turn to gray and become thicker in autumn.
Three thousand peaches and plums are sown in spring,
China is full of fruits in autumn.
Six Poems of Tianjingsha
1. Pictures of a long history
Looking for talents and pillars,
The sky, the land and the sea.
I have been busy traveling here and there for half my life,
Now I am sailing again,
The road is far away, the mountains are high and the water is long.
2. Teacher Kuang Huanxue
He is highly virtuous and knowledgeable.
He respects heroes.
The time, place and people are favorable,
The pen is like a devil,
It is amazing.
3. Wang Benzheng
Dare to speak, dare to act,
have no complaints, no regrets, no regrets.
The storm is thundering,
I exhale and raise my eyebrows,
Who else in the world would be better than me?
4. Huilan Pavilion
For the country, the family and the people,
weather the wind, sun or rain.
The blue sea, blue sky and white clouds,
the sun, moon and stars,
accompany you in your lifelong pursuit.
5. Guan Zhongtu
He was an upright man,
he did things openly and openly.
Gathering heroes from all over the world,
The masters are famous,
The world is open to me.
6. The Picture of Yixian
Have a mind of thousands of miles around the world,
Look to the infinite future.
Showcasing his unparalleled talents,
Returning to the Yaotai,
Heaven and earth were horrified.
Four spring breezes bring preparations,
Several autumn rains wash away the divide.
The black hair accumulates frost and weaves the sun and the moon,
The chalk writes the spring and autumn without words.
Spring is not old even when the silk is exhausted,
The tears of candles turn to gray and become thicker in autumn.
Three thousand peaches and plums are sown in spring,
China is full of fruits in autumn.
It is better to seek a teacher than to learn. -----Yang Xiong
The master of sage impermanence. -----Han Yu
It is easy to meet a Confucian teacher, but it is difficult to meet a human teacher. -----Sima Guang
Among the ancient sage kings, there was no one who did not respect his teacher. -----Lv Buwei
If the whole world does not follow the example, the way will be separated. -----Liu Zongyuan
Scholars must seek teachers, and they must be cautious in following them. -----Cheng Yi
Once a teacher, always a father. ----Guan Hanqing
Learning is as valuable as teachers and friends. -----Tang Zhen
In order to learn, there is nothing more important than respecting the teacher. -----Tan Sitong
The ancient scholars must be strict with their teachers, and the teachers should be strict and then the Tao should be respected. -----Ouyang Xiu
There is neither high nor low, neither long nor short. Where the Tao exists, the teacher exists. -----Han Yu
There must be a teacher among us; choose the good ones and follow them, and change the bad ones. -----Confucius 7. Ancient poems about Teachers' Day
Recommended ancient poems about Teachers' Day:
Miscellaneous Poems of Jihai (Part 5) Author: Gong Zizhen
< p> The sun is setting in the daytime in the majestic sorrow of separation, and the whip is chanting to the east and pointing to the end of the world.Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers.
Translation: Full of sorrow for separation, I look at the setting sun and blow my whip to the east, pointing my fingers to the end of the world from now on. The fallen flowers are still sentimental and turn into spring mud to cultivate new flowers.
Appreciation:
"Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai" has 315 poems. Jihai refers to the 19th year of Daoguang reign in the Qing Dynasty (1839), the year before the Opium War, when Gong Zizhen resigned from office and returned to the south, and then went north to meet his family. On the way back and forth from the north to the south, he wrote a huge series of poems. This article is selected from the fifth chapter of "Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai". At that time, the author angrily resigned from his post and said goodbye to his relatives and friends. He was filled with sorrow and sorrow. It can be described as "the sorrow of separation".
The word "magnificent" not only indicates the depth of melancholy, but also contains various complex thoughts and feelings such as dissatisfaction with the society at that time, anger with those in power, and concern for people's lives. At the same time, we also You can imagine the author walking away when he resigned.
"The sun sets in the day" means that the author returned south with the sorrow of separation. Because the sorrow was accumulated in his chest, it felt like time passed very quickly, and the sun was getting worse before he knew it. Instead of saying "sunset" here, we use "day", which is consistent with the author's mood at that time, and also a metaphor for the declining social reality of the country at that time.
"Yinbian" refers to the poet's riding whip, and "East Point" indicates the destination of this trip - his hometown (Zhejiang). "That's the end of the world" means that we are still far away from our hometown. From this sentence, we can imagine that in the evening, the poet stood on his horse, facing his hometown, looking forward to it, and composing poems as he pleased, with mixed feelings. What is the poet thinking at this time? I want to fall red and protect flowers.
"Luohong" means fallen flowers. The original meaning of the whole sentence is that the petals falling from the trees are not heartless things, but attached to the surface, rotting into mud, turning into spirits, and nourishing the next year's spring flowers. The author uses the natural cycle of law to compare himself, saying that although he resigned, he will still care about the future and destiny of the country.
This philosophical sentence conveys the poet's commendable spirit of "seeking political power even when he is not in his position" and shows the poet's extremely firm determination. It has become a famous saying throughout the ages and has inspired many people to "take care of themselves." , Aiming for a thousand miles."
Extended information:
Gong Zizhen (August 22, 1792-September 26, 1841), whose courtesy name was Zhuan and whose nickname was Dingxu. Han nationality, from Renhe, Zhejiang (now Hangzhou). In his later years, he lived in Yulushan Hall, Kunshan, and was also known as Yulushanmin. Thinker, poet, writer and pioneer of reformism in the Qing Dynasty.
Gong Zizhen once served as Secretary of the Cabinet, Director of the Zongren Mansion, and Director of the Ministry of Rites. He advocated abolishing bad government and resisting foreign aggression. He once fully supported Lin Zexu in banning opium. He resigned at the age of 48 and returned south. He died in Yunyang Academy in Danyang, Jiangxi the next year. His poems advocated "changing the law" and "changing the map", exposing the corruption of the Qing rulers, and were full of patriotic enthusiasm. Liu Yazi praised him as "the best in three hundred years".
He is the author of "Collected Works of Dingzhen", which contains more than 300 articles and nearly 800 poems, which are now compiled into "The Complete Works of Gong Zizhen". The famous poem "Miscellaneous Poems of Jihai" contains 350 poems. Many poetic and allegorical works.
Baidu Encyclopedia Gong Zizhen 8. What are the poems to send to Chinese teachers on Teachers’ Day
1. "Untitled·It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet" Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet It is also difficult, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered.
The spring silkworms will not run out until they die, and the wax torch will not dry until it turns to ashes. The morning mirror is full of worry, but the clouds on the temples are changing, and the moonlight is cold when singing at night.
There is not much way to get to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent in visiting. 2. "Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai·Part 5" Qing Dynasty: Gong Zizhen is about the majestic separation and sorrow.
Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers. 3. "Hsinchu" Qing Dynasty: Zheng Xie's new bamboo branches are higher than the old ones, all because of the support of old branches.
Next year there will be another new born, the ten-foot-long dragon grandson will be around Fengchi. 4. "Fenghe Linggong Plants Flowers in Luyetang" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi. Luyetang opened to occupy Wuhua, and passers-by gave instructions to Linggong's house.
Your Majesty has peaches and plums all over the world, so why bother planting more flowers in front of the hall? 5. "Spring Night Happy Rain" Tang Dynasty: Du Fu knows the season when it rains, and spring will happen.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently. The wild paths are all dark with clouds, but the river boats are only bright with fire.
Look at the red and wet places at dawn, and the flowers are heavy on the official city.