It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song. There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
Disciples are teachers, respect their fathers, learn their ways and learn their words. A loyal minister has no foreign friends, but a disciple has the goodness of Cambodia. Once a teacher, always a father.
The vast sadness of parting extends to the setting sun, away from Beijing, riding a whip to the east, feeling that people are on earth. I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation.
2. Praise the teacher's calligraphy works (four words). It's a pity that people tirelessly forget to eat and sleep, work hard and do their best.
Meticulous, agile and smart, "According to You" is a blockbuster.
There are successors who are unknown, tireless and have both ability and political integrity.
The spring breeze melts the rain, moistens things silently, and seduces them subtly and affably.
Meticulous, diligent, mentor, fragrant peaches and plums, and good teaching.
Work hard
Be instructed that there is no fixed teacher.
advisor
Let those who know teach.
Blue comes from indigo plants, but it is bluer than the plants themselves ―― students are better than teachers.
The dignity of teachers' profession
Be good at doing business
A person's single correction teacher
Respect the teacher and fear his teachings.
Life-giving Spring Breeze and Rain —— The Beneficial Influence of Education
bleed
Guide patiently and systematically
be tireless in teaching
There are students everywhere; There are students all over the country [the world].
There are a lot of students
Also known as Duke Zhou and Confucius or Confucius and Yan Yuan.
A good work needs someone to do his best.
Another student.
A good teacher makes a good apprentice.
Do one's best (till death do us part)
Always respect your teacher as you respect your father.
The world is full of peaches and plums, and teachers are like the sea.
Teaching people tirelessly is a good teacher and friend.
Teach impermanence, be a good teacher and a good friend, and be a capable teacher. Shine on you and teach dignity.
A teacher who studies Mulberry's mental arithmetic words respects the teacher very much and attaches great importance to the spring breeze.
Every night, candles cry, their wick disappears, and they are good at persuading and tirelessly teaching people.
There are sages all over the world, good teachers practice hard, and good teachers make excellent students.
Try your best to teach others, be a good teacher, be a good friend, be a teacher, have dignity and teach well.
Be unknown, be diligent, have both ability and political integrity, and work hard.
3. Hard pen calligraphy praises the teacher's poems. The green field hall occupies the splendor of things, and passers-by point out the public.
-Bai Juyi's "Planting Flowers in the Green Field Hall" was played by Wen Ying and sat by. -Han Yu's "Listening to the Lingshi Playing the Piano", the Lingshi ignored it and embarked on the road of delay.
-Han Yu's "Soul Master" Julian Waghann didn't meet Dongjun, and Anthony Wong painted a corner in the city. -Du Fu's "Wild Old Man", the prince is in charge of the phoenix, and the teacher covers the lyre.
-Li Bai's "Jinling listens to jade and plays the flute", the spiritual mentor Huang Fushi, was re-elected. -Han Yu's "Send a Spirit Master" heard that the Yin landscape in the west is good, and the teacher passed it again.
-Zhang Ji's "Send the Monk to Jinzhou" has a small uniform, and the master and the apprentice are waiting for the spring. -Su Xiang's Feng Hesheng's Sending the North University Students to Wang Zhixing Spring Palace.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. -Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" teacher lives in the Gaodi Temple in Jiting, with an inclined corridor leaning against the clouds.
-Zhang Ji's "Sending Monks to Pavilion Mountain Temple" sends silver silk to reflect the sun and the moon, and his heart is full of new flowers. -Anonymous "Couplet" Hsinchu is taller than the old bamboo branches, and it is all supported by old cadres.
-Hsinchu in Zheng Xie.
4. Hard pen calligraphy praises the teacher's poems. Here are five examples:
1, untitled time was long before I met her, but it was even longer after we broke up. Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
Original text:
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
The opportunity to meet each other is really hard to get, and it is even more difficult to leave when leaving. Moreover, the weather in late spring, when the east wind is about to harvest, makes people feel even more sad. Spring silkworms don't spin silk when they die, and wax oil like tears can drip dry when candles are burned to ashes. Women dress up in front of the mirror in the morning, only worrying that the plump bangs will change color and the youthful appearance will disappear.
Men can't sleep at night, so they must feel Leng Yue's aggression. The other party's residence is not far from Penglai Mountain, but there is no road to cross, but it is out of reach. I hope an angel like a bluebird will visit my lover diligently for me.
2. Five poems about historical sites. Second, the Tang Dynasty: Du Fu.
Original text:
Decline: I am well aware of Song Yu's misery, romance and elegance. He is also my teacher.
Sad to see a thousand autumn, a tear, melancholy in different times, not at the same time.
His old home between mountains and rivers-empty works, empty sex platform-is certainly not imagined in the dream? .
The palaces of Chu were all destroyed, and the fishermen who showed them today are not sure.
Fallen leaves know Song Yuzhi's sorrow, and they are romantic and elegant, which is worthy of being my teacher. Looking back, I shed tears of sympathy, and my life experience was equally bleak. Unfortunately, I was born in different times.
Jiangshan's hometown is still there, and it is really an absurd dream that sex is coming. The saddest thing is that the palace of the king of Chu has long since disappeared, and the boatman also pointed out that the ruins were suspicious.
3. Feng He Gong Ling Lvyetang Tang Dynasty Flower Grower: Bai Juyi
Original text:
The green field hall occupies the splendor of things, and passers-by show you your home.
Your father is full of peaches and plums, so why plant a variety of flowers in front of the hall?
The Green Field Hall is open, occupying the essence of everything. Passers-by said it was your father's home. Your father's students are all over the world. There is no need to plant flowers in front of the house.
4. Yuan Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
Original text:
East palace white bastard, South Temple Zen master.
Seeing each other in the distance, there is nothing in my heart.
When will I, a DPRK official, Henan Temple Ziyuan, meet again? Probably have to wait until there is nothing secular in my heart.
5. Wild Old Tang: Du Fu
Original text:
The wild old hedge in front of the river bank has retreated, but the Chai Men by the river has not yet opened.
Fishermen's nets gather under Chengtan, and Jia passenger ships come to accompany the light.
The long road cares about the sad sword pavilion, but the floating clouds don't feel the piano platform.
Julian Waghann didn't report to Dong Jun, and Anthony wong drew a corner of the city gate.
I walked by the river in front of the thatched cottage, but Chai Men meandered and naturally met the river.
Fishermen in Baihuatan over there are happily casting nets for fishing, and even merchant ships dock here in the sunset.
I thought of the way back to my hometown, but the sword door closed and the road was never broken. The overall situation is critical, people are deeply worried, and I am floating in Shu.
After the fall of Luoyang last year, it has not been recovered yet, and the Tubo in the northwest is eyeing up, and the crisis of war is also lurking in Shu. In the bleak autumn wind, it is sad to hear the sound of painting corners from the wall of Chengdu.