1. Poems about the teacher’s love for the students
Poems about the teacher’s love for the students 1. What are the ancient poems that describe the teacher’s love for the students
< p> 1. The spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they are dead, and the wax torch will not dry until it turns to ashes and tears.It comes from "Untitled·It's Hard to Say Goodbye When We Meet" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty. It means that spring silkworms don't spin their cocoons until they die, and candles need tear-like wax when they burn out and turn to ashes. Drip dry. It is a metaphor for the great spirit of a teacher who works hard to educate students and dedicates himself.
2. Shake off and know Song Yubei well, and he is also my teacher in being elegant and elegant.
It comes from Du Fu's "Five Ode to Ancient Relics Part 2" in the Tang Dynasty, which means reciting silently the falling grass and trees, and knowing why Song Yu mourns the autumn; he is my teacher because of his profound knowledge and brilliant diction. It shows the author's understanding of Song Yu as his mentor.
3. Your Majesty has peaches and plums all over the world, so why bother planting more flowers in front of the hall?
It comes from Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty, "Fenghe Linggong Plants Flowers in the Green Wild Hall", which means that Linggong's students are all over the world, so why should we plant flowers in front of the house? This poem uses the rhetoric of metonymy, using peaches and plums to represent students. Green Field Hall refers to the name of Pei Du's house in the Tang Dynasty. This poem captures the essence of all things by writing about Pei Du's house without planting flowers. It expresses the praise of a teacher who is famous all over the world.
4. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.
It comes from Du Fu's "Spring Night Happy Rain" in the Tang Dynasty, which means quietly entering the night with the gentle breeze. Finely and densely, it nourishes all things on the earth. Using personification techniques, the combination of "sneaking into the night" and "silence" not only shows that the rain is the drizzle accompanying the gentle wind, but also shows that the rain intends to "moisten things" and has no intention of "please", which can show the love for the rain. The silent dedication of the teacher and the praise of the students.
5. The spiritual master does not care and takes the risk to delay.
It comes from Han Yu's "Sending the Spiritual Master" in the Tang Dynasty, which means that the road is gentle and long, and the spiritual master does not need to keep it in mind. Show deep affection for the spiritual master.
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2. Ancient poems about teachers’ love for students
1. Spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they die, and wax torches will dry up only when they turn to ashes and tears.
2. The clothes are getting wider and wider, but I don’t regret it in the end. I feel haggard because of the beauty.
Walking alone by the river looking for flowers (Part 1)
I am so annoyed by the flowers on the river, I have nowhere to tell but I am crazy.
Wandering to the south to find a drinking companion, drinking alone in an empty bed for ten days.
Walking alone by the river looking for flowers (Part 2)
The thick flowers and stamens are so dense that I am afraid of the riverside, and I am really afraid of spring when I walk.
Poetry and wine are still enough, and there is no need to take care of the white-headed man.
Walking alone by the river looking for flowers (Part 3)
There are two or three quiet bamboo houses in the deep river, and the busy red flowers reflect the white flowers.
To repay the spring sunshine, you should spend your life with fine wine.
Walking alone by the river looking for flowers (Part 4)
Looking eastward, Shaocheng is full of flowers, and the tall buildings with hundreds of flowers are even more pitiful.
Who can open the golden cup with wine and summon the beautiful women to dance and embroider the banquet.
Walking alone by the river looking for flowers (Part 5)
In front of Huangshi Pagoda, the river is east, and the spring scenery is lazy and relying on the breeze.
A cluster of peach blossoms blooms without an owner, the lovely deep red loves the light red.
Walking alone by the river looking for flowers (Part 6)
Huang Si’s natal family is full of flowers, with thousands of flowers hanging low on the branches.
The butterflies dance all the time, and the orioles sing at ease.
Walking alone by the river looking for flowers (Part 7)
If you don’t love flowers, you are willing to die, but you are just afraid that they will run out and grow old.
Numerous branches fall easily, drifting into the night with the wind, moistening things silently. The young leaves bloom slowly.
3. Poems and quotes to express love for teachers and classmates
1. Your work is in the present, but it is 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.
4. Poems describing the relationship between teachers and students
1. Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers.
2. The silkworms will die when the spring silkworms die, and the tears will dry up when the wax torch turns to ashes. Teacher, everyone says that you cultivate the pillars of the motherland; but I want to say that you are the pillars of the motherland. It is you who support the backbone of our generation! You are like a red candle, giving all your heat and light to your descendants! Your character and spirit can be summed up in two words - burning! Keep burning! The classes you taught were so rich and colorful. Each chapter seemed to open a window in front of me, allowing me to see a beautiful new world... Ah, with you, the garden is so beautiful and the earth is so beautiful. Full of spring! Teacher, open the window and take a look. This garden full of spring scenery, this garden full of peaches and plums, are all saluting you! Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how could so many beautiful soul flowers bloom? Ah, teacher, engineer of the human soul, who would not praise you! Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and happiness.
Teacher, you are the sower of hope and happiness! Teacher, you are a cultivator of beauty and a sower of beauty. It is you who shine with beautiful sunshine and moisten with beautiful rain and dew, so that our hearts are green and full of flowers! You are busy with the blooming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, silently hanging the green shade of leaves! Ah, teacher, your spirit will always be in my heart! You are more like the unknown tree roots, which make the young trees grow sturdily and make the branches full of abundant fruits, but do not ask for any compensation.
You gave us a ruler of life, allowing us to measure it every day; you gave us a mirror of exemplary behavior, so that we have role models to learn from everywhere. You are the bridge that connects us to the severed mountains, allowing us to reach the peak of harvest; you are the ivy, tough and slender, guiding us to pick Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng on the top of the cliff.
When Miaoer needs a glass of water, he will never give him a bucket of water; and when he needs a bucket of water, he will never give him a glass of water. Giving at the right time and in the right amount is the skill of a good gardener.
My teacher, this is also your art of education. No matter how hard you work, it will take a while to make the peach ripe, and the plum ripe will be useless. It is easy to plant flowers but difficult to cultivate people.
The fragrance of flying in the valley is extraordinary, the world is filled with poems, paintings, and talented people are all smiling. Teacher, you use the most noble human emotion - love, to sow spring, sow ideals, sow power... Sow seeds with words, cultivate with colored pens, water with sweat, and nourish with hard work. This is the noble labor of our beloved teacher.
You work today, but you are building the future of the motherland; you teach in the classroom, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland. Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then the students are like the sand in the clam; you use love to lick it, grind it, soak it, wash it... Over the years, the sand becomes pearls, shining brightly.
Your teaching career has countless proud and happy memories, but you treasure them in your heart and just look at the field to be developed. If I were a poet, I would write poems with enthusiasm to praise the vastness and depth of the sea.
And dedicate it to you - my teacher with a broad mind and profound knowledge. Teachers are the fire, which ignites the fire of students' hearts; teachers are stone steps, which allow students to climb up step by step.
You are like a candle. Although it is thin, you have some heat and some light, illuminating others and exhausting yourself. This selfless dedication will never be forgotten.
The language of your lectures is as sweet as the tinkling mountain springs, as friendly as the gurgling creeks, and as exciting as the rushing rivers... The spring silkworm has never spoken a self-proclaimed word in its life, and the silver thread it spits out is the measure. The ruler of the value of life.
Dear teacher, you have never shown off in front of others, but the blooming peaches and plums are the highest praise for you.
Your love is as warm as the sun, as gentle as the spring breeze, and as sweet as the clear spring. Your love is more serious than father's love, more delicate than mother's love, and more pure than friendship.
You, the teacher's love, are the greatest and most pure in the world. The value of a firefly lies in using the lamp hanging on its tail to illuminate others; your respectability lies in always providing convenience to others.
Who spreads the rain and dew all over the earth? Who works hard to nurture the seedlings? It's you, teacher, you are a great gardener! Look at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one doesn’t have your hard work on it, and which one doesn’t have your smile on it! 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 the noblest cause under the sun. The teacher gives 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 beauty 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 the souls of good teachers - dedicated to Teacher's Day You work hard on campus. You have already planted the seeds in your heart, and in the expectation year after year, I watch your poems grow from the campus and be chanted into fruits in people's mouths.
Oh, teacher, you are proud and glorious on campus. Under your hard work and watering, there are too many harvest seasons.
You guard this garden loyally, just like the sunshine shining on your face, it is a bright hope. The fire of faith burns ignorance and ignorance on campus.
Time has proven that your hard work is sacred. You have spring, sunshine, and flowers; in the eternal song, you become the fruit! You are crystal clear and are the master sculptor and master of the human soul; you are sincere and silently dedicate your youth without any selfishness, and you are willing to make a drop on the podium.
5. Poems about the love of teachers and students
The gardener watered it with hard work, and the garden is full of fragrant peaches and plums. I wish you health and happiness. This is the student's wish.
Human ladders are cleverly built to climb the road, and hard work is poured into the pillars and beams. He is a tireless teacher who teaches others, and he must be a good teacher in educating talents for the country.
Harvest the mulberries and elms and plant them into peaches and plums to fill the world ======================= "Teacher, thank you for your hard work" Yes Who - led us who were ignorant 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 - 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 - to nurture us from young to 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 have the highest respect for you! --Thank you for your hard work, teacher. "Ode to the Gardener" Teacher, everyone says that you cultivate the pillars of the motherland; but I want to say that you are the pillars of the motherland. It is you who support the backbone of our generation! You are like a red candle, giving all your heat and light to your descendants! Your character and spirit can be summed up in two words - burning! Keep burning! The classes you taught are so rich and colorful. Each chapter seems to have opened a window in front of me, allowing me to see a beautiful new world... Ah, with you, the garden is so beautiful and the earth is so beautiful. Full of spring! Teacher, open the window and take a look. This garden full of spring scenery, this garden full of peaches and plums, are all saluting you! Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how could so many beautiful soul flowers bloom? Ah, teacher, engineer of the human soul, who would not praise you! Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and happiness.
Teacher, you are the sower of hope and happiness! Teacher, you are a cultivator of beauty and a sower of beauty. It is you who shine with the beautiful sunshine and moisten with the beautiful rain and dew, so that our hearts are green and full of flowers! You are busy with the blooming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, silently hanging the green shade of leaves! Ah, teacher, your spirit will always be in my heart! You are more like the unknown tree roots, which make the small trees grow vigorously and make the branches full of abundant fruits, but do not ask for any compensation.
You gave us a ruler of life, allowing us to measure it every day; you gave us a mirror of exemplary behavior, so that we have role models to learn from everywhere. You are the bridge that connects the severed mountains for us, allowing us to reach the peak of harvest; you are the ivy, tough and slender, guiding us to pick the Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng on the top of the cliff.
When Miaoer needs a glass of water, he will never give him a bucket of water; and when he needs a bucket of water, he will never give him a glass of water. Giving at the right time and in the right amount is the skill of a good gardener.
My teacher, this is also your art of education. No matter how hard you work, the peach tree will be ripe, and the plum tree will be ripe. It is easy to plant flowers but difficult to cultivate people.
The fragrance of flying in the valley is extraordinary, the world is filled with poems, paintings, and talented people are all smiling. Teacher, you use the most noble human emotion - love, to sow spring, sow ideals, sow power... Sow seeds with words, cultivate with colored pens, water with sweat, and nourish with hard work. This is the noble labor of our beloved teacher.
You work today, but you are building the future of the motherland; you teach in the classroom, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland. Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then the students are like the sand in the clam; you use love to lick it, grind it, soak it, wash it... Over the years, the sand becomes pearls, shining brightly.
Your teaching career has countless proud and happy memories, but you treasure them in your heart and just look at the field to be developed. If I were a poet, I would write poems with enthusiasm to praise the vastness and depth of the sea.
And dedicate it to you - my teacher with a broad mind and profound knowledge. Teachers are the fire, which ignites the fire of students' hearts; teachers are stone steps, which allow students to climb up step by step.
You are like a candle. Although it is thin, you have some heat and some light, illuminating others and exhausting yourself. This selfless dedication will never be forgotten.
The language of your lectures is as sweet as the tinkling mountain springs, as friendly as the gurgling creeks, and as exciting as the rushing rivers... The spring silkworm has never spoken a self-proclaimed word in its life, and the silver thread it spits out is the measure. The ruler of the value of life. Dear teacher, you have never shown off in front of others, but the blooming peaches and plums are the highest praise for you.
Your love is as warm as the sun, as gentle as the spring breeze, and as sweet as the clear spring. Your love is more serious than father's love, more delicate than mother's love, and more pure than friendship.
You, the teacher's love, are the greatest and most pure in the world. The value of a firefly lies in using the lamp hanging on its tail to illuminate others; your respectability lies in always providing convenience to others.
Who spreads the rain and dew all over the earth? Who works hard to nurture the seedlings? It's you, teacher, you are a great gardener! Look at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one doesn’t have your hard work on it, and which one doesn’t have your smile on it! You were born before I was born, but I was born before you were old. It takes ten years to grow trees and a hundred years to cultivate people. Teaching is like the spring breeze, and the teacher's kindness is as deep as the ocean.
The spring silkworms will die when their silk is gone, and the wax torches will turn to ashes before their tears dry up. ★★Poem 1 in praise of the teacher:★★ Four spring breezes have transformed preparations, and several autumn rains have washed the gaps. The black hair accumulates frost and weaves the sun and the moon, and the chalk silently writes the Spring and Autumn Period.
The silk is not old yet in spring, and the tears of candles turn to gray and become thicker in autumn. Three thousand peaches and plums are sown in spring, and China is full of fruits in autumn.
★★Poem 1 in Praise of Teachers:★★ Four spring breezes have transformed preparations, and several autumn rains have washed away the gaps. The black hair accumulates frost and weaves the sun and the moon, and the chalk silently writes the Spring and Autumn Period.
The silk is not old yet in spring, and the tears of candles turn to gray and become thicker in autumn. Three thousand peaches and plums are sown in spring, and China is full of 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. .
6. Ancient poems about teachers' love
Spring silkworms will not run out until they die, and wax torches will turn to ashes before tears dry up. ——Li Shangyin "Untitled·It's hard to say goodbye when we meet"
Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers. ——Gong Zizhen, "Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai·Part 5"
New bamboo is higher than old bamboo branches, all because of the support of old stems. ——Zheng Xie's "Hsinchu"
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently. ——Du Fu's "Joyful Rain on a Spring Night"
His father-in-law has peaches and plums all over the world, so why should he plant more flowers in front of the hall? ——Bai Juyi "Planting Flowers in the Green Wild Hall of the Lord He Ling"
Shaoluo knows Song Yubei well, and he is also my teacher in being elegant and elegant. ——Du Fu's "Five Poems on Ancient Relics Part 2"
I should not be Xiong Zhao, who respects him as the teacher of the emperor. ——Liu Ji's "Picture of Taigong Fishing in the Wei River"
Hearing Master Ying's playing, he got up and sat aside. ——Han Yu "Listening to Master Ying Playing the Qin"