When Su Shi was twelve years old, he played a hole-digging game with a group of teenagers in the open space of Martha's apartment where he lived. Get a strange stone, which looks like a fish. Its appearance is warm, golden and light green, and it is dotted with tiny silver stars inside and outside, which makes a sonorous sound when it is struck. Try to use it as an inkstone. It is easy to ink, but there is no place to store water.

My late father said, "This is an inkstone! There is quality, but the shape is incomplete. " So he also said to me, "This is a good sign for the development of your article." I used it with great treasure and engraved a sentence on it: "Once I accept God's creation for me, I will never change my original intention. Either morality is the highest, or to preserve the body. What if there are both? Sniff and kneel at people's feet? There are many such people in the world. "

In the autumn and July of the second year of Yuanfeng, I was convicted and imprisoned. My whole family was displaced, and my books were lost and scattered. The next year I came to Huangzhou to look for my inkstone, but I couldn't find it. I thought I lost it. In July of the seventh year of Yuanfeng, he took a boat to Dangtu, opened the book box and suddenly saw it again. I am very happy. So he gave it to his sons Su Lang and Su Guo. Although the box containing the inkstone is not very exquisite, it was carved by my late father himself and ordered craftsmen to make it according to the shape of the inkstone, which cannot be replaced.

Original text:

At 0/2 o'clock in Shi Nian/Kloc, he played with the group of children in the gap of the house where he lived. Take different stones, such as fish, with warm skin and light blue color. There are thin silver stars inside and outside, and the buttons are loud. Think about the inkstone is very inky, regardless of water storage. The first gentleman said, "It's Tianshi inkstone, which has the virtue of inkstone, but it's not enough for the ear." As a gift to Shi, he said, "This is also Geely's words." Shi Bao used it again and wrote an inscription for it:

Once warned by it, it is even more impossible. Either the Lord is in virtue, or it is all in shape. Gu Yu' an took both. There are many solid things in the world.

In the autumn and July of the second year of Yuanfeng, he offended and went to prison. His family members were displaced and his books were scattered all over the floor. When I go to Huangzhou next year, I can't get the inkstone again, thinking I lost it. In July of seven years, the boat went to Dangtu, issued a book, and suddenly saw it again. I'm happy to pay. Although its box was not easy to use, it was not easy for the first gentleman to carve its inkstone by hand, which made the workers succeed.

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Creative background:

In the second year of Yuanfeng (1079), on July 28th, Su Shi was trapped in Wutai Poetry Case and was demoted to Huangzhou, where the inkstone given by his father was lost. One day a few years later, he suddenly saw this inkstone on the bookshelf. Su Shi was overjoyed and quickly called his two sons and told them the story of this inkstone and grandpa's words. As can be seen from An Yan, Su Xun and Su Shi did have good intentions in educating their children.

About the author:

Su Shi (1037 65438+10.8-165438+August 24) was born in Luancheng, Hebei Province, and was a famous writer and calligrapher in the Northern Song Dynasty. His representative works include Seven Episodes of Dongpo, Dongpo Yi Zhuan, Dongpo Yuefu, Xiaoxiang Zhu Shi Atlas, etc.

2. The translation of Shi Tian inkstone should be Su Shi's Shitianyan.

When Su Shi was twelve years old, he played a hole-digging game with a group of teenagers in the open space of his apartment in Mo Sha. Get a strange stone, which looks like a fish. Its appearance is warm, golden and light green, and it is dotted with tiny silver stars inside and outside, which makes a sonorous sound when it is struck.

Try to use it as an inkstone. It is easy to ink, but there is no place to store water. My late father said, "This is an inkstone! There is quality, but the shape is incomplete. "

So he also said to me, "This is a good sign for the development of your article." I used it with great treasure and engraved a sentence on it: "Once I accept God's creation for me, I will never change my original intention.

Either morality is the highest, or to preserve the body. What if there are both? Sniff and kneel at people's feet? There are many such people in the world. "

In the autumn and July of the second year of Yuanfeng, I was convicted and imprisoned. My whole family was displaced, and my books were lost and scattered. The next year I came to Huangzhou to look for my inkstone, but I couldn't find it. I thought I lost it.

In July of the seventh year of Yuanfeng, he took a boat to Dangtu, opened the book box and suddenly saw it again. I am very happy. So he gave it to his sons Su Lang and Su Guo.

Although the box containing the inkstone is not very exquisite, it was carved by my late father himself and ordered craftsmen to make it according to the shape of the inkstone, which cannot be replaced. At twelve o'clock in the year of the Stone, he played with the group of children in the gap of the house where he lived.

Take different stones, such as fish, with warm skin and light blue color. There are thin silver stars inside and outside, and the buttons are loud.

Think about the inkstone is very inky, regardless of water storage. The first gentleman said, "It's Tianshi inkstone, which has the virtue of inkstone, but it's not enough for the ear."

As a gift to Shi, he said, "This is also Geely's words." Shi Bao used it as an inscription: once warned, it can't be changed.

Either the Lord is in virtue, or it is all in shape. Gu Yu' an took both.

There are many solid things in the world. In the autumn and July of the second year of Yuanfeng, he offended and went to prison. His family members were displaced and his books were scattered all over the floor.

When I go to Huangzhou next year, I can't get the inkstone again, thinking I lost it. In July of seven years, the boat went to Dangtu, issued a book, and suddenly saw it again.

I'm happy to pay. Although its box was not easy to use, it was not easy for the first gentleman to carve its inkstone by hand, which made the workers succeed.

Creation background: In the second year of Yuanfeng (1079), on July 28th, Su Shi was trapped in Wutai poetry case and was demoted to Huangzhou, where the inkstone given by his father was lost. One day a few years later, he suddenly saw this inkstone on the bookshelf. Su Shi was overjoyed and quickly called his two sons and told them the story of this inkstone and grandpa's words.

As can be seen from An Yan, Su Xun and Su Shi did have good intentions in educating their children. About the author: Su Shi (103765438+1October 8th-165438+August 24th, 0), formerly known as Zizhan, He Zhong, Tieguan Taoist, Dongpo layman, and known as Su Dongpo and Su Xian. Born in Luancheng, Hebei Province, he became famous in the Northern Song Dynasty.

His representative works include Seven Episodes of Dongpo, Dongpo Yi Zhuan, Dongpo Yuefu, Xiaoxiang Zhu Shi Atlas, etc. If my answer has already answered your question, I hope you can adopt my answer. Thank you.

3. The ancient poem Xiao Guan's sentences with the word "ran" while waiting for the bus were all protected by Ran Yan.

Zhan Ran to a pot, civil engineering for my shape. I gradually feel that the tide is coming, and I am sad and sad.

I suddenly returned to my old country and wanted to live in Xiling. I heard that there is a new topic, but I still miss Lao Lin.

Leisurely violet world, this place is absolutely dusty. Natural roots are different, and everything is difficult to accompany.

Beyond the dust, it is not like tripping over fame. In order to show the East, we are different.

The autumn season is near, and parting is lonely. If you think leisurely, you will become barren.

The past is hard to ask, and the lonely peak is still sad. Beyond the anxiety, the stars are bright.

Lin Qing He Senran, Shen Shen's former supervisor. There are nobles in the bleak, and the study hall is full of thoughts.

I also heard that I have a confidant, and this trip is worthwhile. Thinking about this river, how many trees are there.

Protecting the throne is a great honor for the country. Guangwu is in the northwest, and huayi is awesome.

Color burning medicine fire, shadow step empty. Proud to sing a song, a drunk.

A long crack, a thousand miles to limit the breeze. Just like crossing the sea, I am at a loss but I can't see anything.

Get on the horse like a bird and float away the dust. Through the war, Ran Yan went north and made great achievements.

Branches are natural, and local roots are sealed. Losing by him, he could only sigh.

Suddenly I met a thief and rode a pig to the south. I heard about Ban Jiazi yesterday, and suddenly I threw the pen and inkstone away.

There is cold smoke at night, and the snuff blows harder. Suddenly, in Jiangpu, I remembered being a fisherman.

Suddenly, in Jiangpu, I remembered being a fisherman. The spirit will be heavy and the heart will be open to friends.

Long white clouds, playing the piano on a whim. When you are in danger, your worries will suddenly attack you.

It is natural to get close to the heart by mistake. When there are few tourists on the beam, it is still like hometown.

I still don't want four beasts, but I want to swim eight dragons. If the emperor's favor is recreated, it will be gray in retrospect.

The guest has been away for a long time, and the autumn wind has not started. The old museum is divided into rivers, and it is bleak.

Everything is boundless, and the grave is lonely. Don't hide the window and the moon, the natural style is high.

I have been away from home for many years, and it is still a long way to go home. Where is the fork in the road? The heart of going west is vague.

The journey is repeated here, but the first service is not like this. Actually, it's different. It's just complicated.

It's a good stone path to Yunshan. The situation is beautiful, pleasant and proud.

Santa Claus has a reason, who is unintentional. Although the sea is wide, it is far from home.

Don't pick right and wrong, gain fame and fortune. Although the victory journey is every other year, the soul dream is still there.

Mingjing returned to his hometown, and the apes and birds were also very sad. Where is the fork in the road? The heart of going west is vague.

Fruit is old in Taichung, but it is still on the water. Beauty is a new frontier.

In the past, Qingxizi in Hu Ran was like this. In the past, Qingxizi in Hu Ran was like this.

In the past, Qingxizi in Hu Ran was like this. Proud to sing a song, a drunk.

By the river, swimming, the scene is the same. Proud to sing a song, a drunk.

The weather is just right and the customers are just quiet. Surprised by Qiu Si's integrity, he believed in beauty and went to Bathien.

Everything can be married, and thousands of flowers can be applied. Myanmar runs Wan Li Road, and Hercynian is in dog days.

Nanjing Road is quiet and the stone washes the spring scenery. Xiaoxiang road is abrupt, before the rise of Qing autumn.

The back room is cold and bamboo, sitting silently during the day. In vain, I want to be alone.

Actually, I think too much. The situation has been violated by two towns. When you need a gesture, the battlements are still there.

Shielding dust, sitting alone in the forest. I said goodbye to Xiong Wen and Hu Ran came back.

Although it is an economic day, I have never forgotten my seclusion time. How wonderful the sails are when the rivers and roads are connected to the sky.

The clouds are thundering, and the sun and the moon are long today. Today is like this, but it is empty to leave love.

Where are the elves? The shrine is still lonely. It is unnatural to be a fool.

When you are at the road sign, you will feel the longing for spring. Today, in Chishui, the beads have disappeared.

The meeting was suspicious as if it were a dream. Vertical and horizontal directions have different meanings, but there is no difference in heart.

Nature is infinite and grows on sunny mornings. The standing stone looks like clay sculpture, which is natural and strange.

This is the beauty of children, but I dare not grieve. Wan Li studied rivers and seas, and the world was full of autumn.

Wild color into the front porch, Qin Zun. One night in Jinshan Temple, a group of people passed away.

The result is a fisherman, and I don't want to face that day. Although Meng Jian keeps festivals, Xiangyang is noble.

Beyond the other shore, thank the dust all the way. I couldn't bear to hate and shed a tear.

The small threshold is clear and fresh, and the Dragon Palace is immersed in awe. Yunqiu continues, and the night is long.

Far away, I am in a mess, and the end of the road is sure enough. Still wearing ancient costumes, but the feeling has changed.

The abbot's words are empty, but Hua Xu's story is embarrassing. Occasionally sell city wine, no more than four or five liters.

All the radiant people smell with righteousness. Yin Jun felt sick, but he wasn't worried.

I am full of qualities and have been mistaken for Tudor dynasty. Giving up halfway is always a promise.

Things are still like this, and the struggle between people is accidental. No hidden windows, high natural style.

Fame and fortune in the world lead to suffering on the way. When the stars and the moon meet, it is natural and clean.

Mingde obviously took a day off, and the only sacrifice was xinsheng killing cattle. Lu Cong crows, Yin Jian is obviously lighter.

Although he looks far away from the Jade Cave, the mountain is still connected to the rooftop. The past can't go back, the mountain is on the balcony.

Although I didn't throw it, I don't have to shout around the bed. Mr. Gou Lou was cold, and once asked the immortal Eight Stones.

Alone at the bottom of the river, I think quietly, and the moonlight is like water. Occasionally, I sit in the water and indulge in the songs.

I can't go back when I see pear blossoms, and I die every time I eat cold food. Jia Zi pushes a snowy day, but thorns are still green and flowers bloom naturally.

Nothing from the wild man. Thank you for your unique knowledge. Even if you make a promise temporarily, there will always be a long journey.

Gui Zhi will become an immortal next month, and he is famous for learning Shanghainese. Although I know I can't cry in public, I hate it even more when I cry.

There is no lifelong rhetoric, and the yellow shirt is covered with sleeves. The villagers laughed at me as a poor and cold ghost, and also like Meng Haoran of Xiangyang.

There is a fairy in Dongnan Tiantan. She has crisp bones and beautiful appearance. Sitting quietly in danger, my heart is uneven, and my thoughts are in Peng Hengchu.

Hu Weiwei painted high in order to highlight the heavy turbidity. I dare not say it when I value my family, but I am also worried about disaster.

The hotel is still worried about cold food and fire, lazy and gray. That is, those who know the yang will get the yin and those who know the sun will get the reward.

There are not many Qi Ying, but you must spread your net all over the mountains and rivers. After three drinks, I was depressed.

The rain is coming, the wind is calm and the moss is green. With Zhu Lan, I thought of greatness. Flowing cups are said to look good everywhere. Why are they natural?

The spring stone on earth is priceless, and it is more natural to fall into the scenery. My husband is a smart man, but his atlas is unnatural.

It is accidental to live or fall, and it is also accidental to die. Although the wind blows in Liu Mo, the Onion River is full of snow.

A leaf floated down Yiyang, the sunset was faint and the trees were gray. Although Xu is greedy for short beans, the wild elk always remembers the long forest.

He said in vain, and Meng Haoran had no doubt. Hunting horses and thousands of pairs of geese, the blue oil building at the foot of Yanran Mountain.

Chen is getting warmer and warmer, but the lights are beautiful and full. The west building on the city leans towards dusk, and the building is bleak.

North Mang pines and cypresses lock cigarettes, Yanzilou people are still thinking about the clouds, and there are four or five empty houses for fishing and firewood. Xia Fen's east-west road is correct.

4. Complete sentences praising teachers' morality 1. Your work is today, 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 everywhere; Your temples will turn gray one day, but your youth will last forever. On the road from naivety to maturity, from ignorance to civilization, you opened the way for us with the torch of life.

The teacher's spring breeze bathes my heart every day. A good teacher is better than thousands of books.

Dear teacher, your sincere love has awakened a lot of confusion, cultivated a lot of self-confidence, ignited a lot of youth and destroyed many sails. 7, the crane hair silver silk reflects the sun and the moon, and the heart is full of blood to open new flowers.

8. Once a teacher, always a father. 9. The gift of a speech is also my teacher.

10, gardener, lofty title, I wish you peaches and plums all over the world and spring glow. 1 1. The river pushes us to the vast sea, and the dawn brings us a bright morning; Dear teacher, you have led us to a brilliant life.

12 teacher, people say that you are a pillar of the motherland, not that you are a pillar of the motherland, but that you support the backbone of our generation. 13. Teachers are the cultivators and sowers of beauty.

It's you, shining with beautiful sunshine, nourishing beautiful rain and dew, and making our hearts green. 14, your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze, and as sweet as the spring water.

Your love is more severe than father's love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than friendship. Your teacher's love is the greatest and cleanest in the world.

15, teacher, the light of wisdom that emanates from us will always shine with the spark that you lit with your own hands. Teacher, everyone says that you are cultivating the pillars of the motherland; I want to say that you are the pillars of the motherland.

You have propped up the backbone of our generation! You are like a red candle, giving all the heat and light to the younger generation! Your character and spirit can be summed up in two words-burning! Keep burning! Your lecture is rich and colorful. Every chapter seems to open a window in front of me and let me see a beautiful new world ... Ah, with you, the garden is so gorgeous and the earth is full of spring! Teacher, please open the window and have a look. All this love and this garden full of peaches and plums are paying tribute to you! Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how can so many beautiful flowers of the soul bloom? Teacher, the engineer of human soul, who won't praise you! Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and happiness. Teacher, you are the sower of this hope and happiness! Teacher, you are a cultivator and a sower of beauty.

It is you who shine the beautiful sunshine, moisten the beautiful rain and dew, make our hearts green and full of flowers! You are busy with the blooming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, silently hanging the shade of leaves! Ah, teacher, your spirit, always remember my heart! You are more like a nameless root, let the young trees grow sturdily, let the branches bear rich fruits, but ask for nothing in return. You gave us a ruler of life, let us measure it every day; You gave us a mirror of exemplary behavior, and let us learn everywhere.

You are a bridge, connecting the cut mountains for us and leading us to the peak of harvest; You are a green vine, tough and slender, which guides us to collect Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng at the top of the cliff. When Miao Er needs a glass of water, never send a bucket of water. And when you need a bucket of water, never give a glass of water.

Giving in due time is a skill of a good gardener. My teacher, this is your art of education.

Regardless of the cold inkstone in Qin Xin, peaches are ripe and dripping, but plums are ripe and incompetent. It is easy to grow flowers, but difficult to educate people. The valley is very fragrant, poems are full of people, paintings are full of people, and talented people smile.

Teacher, you use the noblest feelings of human beings-love, sowing spring, sowing ideals, sowing strength ... sowing with words, cultivating with colored pens, watering with sweat and nourishing with painstaking efforts. This is the noble work of our beloved teacher. You work in the present, but you are building the future of the motherland; You teach in class, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland.

Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then students are the sand in the clam; You lick it, grind it, soak it, and wash it with love ... Over the years, the sand turns into pearls and shines. There are countless proud and happy memories in your teaching career, but you keep them in your heart, just staring at a garden to be explored.

If I were a poet, I would write poems with enthusiasm and praise the vastness and profundity of the sea. And dedicated to you-my broad-minded and knowledgeable teacher.

Teachers are kindling, igniting the fire in students' hearts; Teachers are stone steps, carrying students to climb steadily step by step. You are like a candle, thin as it is, but with a little heat and light, it illuminates others and exhausts yourself.

This selfless dedication is unforgettable. The language of your lectures is as sweet as a tinkling mountain spring, as cordial as a gurgling stream, and as turbulent as a rushing river ... Spring silkworm has never said anything to brag in her life, and the silver silk spit out is a ruler to measure the value of life.

Dear teacher, you have never shown off in front of others, but the blooming peaches and plums are the highest evaluation for you. Your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze and as sweet as a clear spring.

Your love is more severe than father's love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than friendship. Your teacher's love is the greatest and cleanest in the world.

The value of fireflies is to shine on others with lights hanging from the back end; Your respect lies in always providing convenience for others. Who scattered the rain and dew all over the earth? Who feeds the seedlings hard? It's you, teacher, you are a great gardener! Look at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one is not as hard as you, and which one is not as smiling as you! Your lecture is rich and colorful. Every chapter seems to open a window in front of me and let me see a beautiful new world ... Ah, with you, the garden is so gorgeous and the earth is full of spring! Teacher, please open the window and have a look. All this love and this garden full of peaches and plums are paying tribute to you! Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how can so many beautiful flowers of the soul bloom? Teacher, the engineer of human soul, who won't praise you! Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and happiness.

Teacher, you are the sower of this hope and happiness! Teacher, you are a cultivator of beauty, a cultivator of beauty.

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Original publisher: ydk 1890

Praise the teacher's words 1, your work is today, but it is building the motherland's tomorrow; 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 everywhere; Your temples will turn gray one day, but your youth will last forever. On the road from naivety to maturity, from ignorance to civilization, you opened the way for us with the torch of life. The teacher's spring breeze bathes my heart every day. A good teacher is better than thousands of books. Dear teacher, your sincere love has awakened a lot of confusion, cultivated a lot of self-confidence, ignited a lot of youth and destroyed many sails. 7, the crane hair silver silk reflects the sun and the moon, and the heart is full of blood to open new flowers. 8. Once a teacher, always a father. 9. The gift of a speech is also my teacher. 10, gardener, lofty title, I wish you peaches and plums all over the world and spring glow. 1 1. The river pushes us to the vast sea, and the dawn brings us a bright morning; Dear teacher, you have led us to a brilliant life. 12 teacher, people say that you are a pillar of the motherland, not that you are a pillar of the motherland, but that you support the backbone of our generation. 13. Teachers are the cultivators and sowers of beauty. It's you, shining with beautiful sunshine, nourishing beautiful rain and dew, and making our hearts green. 14, your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze, and as sweet as the spring water. Your love is more severe than father's love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than friendship. Your teacher's love is the greatest and cleanest in the world. 15, teacher, the light of wisdom that emanates from us will always shine with the spark that you lit with your own hands. I don't know which is better, so I choose my own politics: there is a rainbow that doesn't appear after the rain or in the sky. It often appears in my heart, urging me to be an upright person-dedicated to my mentor who has always cared about me! S: You warm every classmate's heart with fire-like emotion.

6. Write a blessing. These sentences should be all right. 1, your job is today, but you are building the motherland's tomorrow; 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 everywhere; Your temples will turn gray one day, but your youth will last forever. On the road from naivety to maturity, from ignorance to civilization, you opened the way for us with the torch of life.

The teacher's spring breeze bathes my heart every day. A good teacher is better than thousands of books.

Dear teacher, your sincere love has awakened a lot of confusion, cultivated a lot of self-confidence, ignited a lot of youth and destroyed many sails. 7, the crane hair silver silk reflects the sun and the moon, and the heart is full of blood to open new flowers.

8. Once a teacher, always a father. 9. The gift of a speech is also my teacher.

10, gardener, lofty title, I wish you peaches and plums all over the world and spring glow. 1 1. The river pushes us to the vast sea, and the dawn brings us a bright morning; Dear teacher, you have led us to a brilliant life.

12 teacher, people say that you are a pillar of the motherland, not that you are a pillar of the motherland, but that you support the backbone of our generation. 13. Teachers are the cultivators and sowers of beauty.

It's you, shining with beautiful sunshine, nourishing beautiful rain and dew, and making our hearts green. 14, your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze, and as sweet as the spring water.

Your love is more severe than father's love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than friendship. Your teacher's love is the greatest and cleanest in the world.

15, teacher, the light of wisdom that emanates from us will always shine with the spark that you lit with your own hands. Teacher, everyone says that you are cultivating the pillars of the motherland; I want to say that you are the pillars of the motherland.

You have propped up the backbone of our generation! You are like a red candle, giving all the heat and light to the younger generation! Your character and spirit can be summed up in two words-burning! Keep burning! Your lecture is rich and colorful. Every chapter seems to open a window in front of me and let me see a beautiful new world ... Ah, with you, the garden is so gorgeous and the earth is full of spring! Teacher, please open the window and have a look. All this love and this garden full of peaches and plums are paying tribute to you! Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how can so many beautiful flowers of the soul bloom? Teacher, the engineer of human soul, who won't praise you! Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and happiness. Teacher, you are the sower of this hope and happiness! Teacher, you are a cultivator and a sower of beauty.

It is you who shine the beautiful sunshine, moisten the beautiful rain and dew, make our hearts green and full of flowers! You are busy with the blooming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, silently hanging the shade of leaves! Ah, teacher, your spirit, always remember my heart! You are more like a nameless root, let the young trees grow sturdily, let the branches bear rich fruits, but ask for nothing in return. You gave us a ruler of life, let us measure it every day; You gave us a mirror of exemplary behavior, and let us learn everywhere.

You are a bridge, connecting the cut mountains for us and leading us to the peak of harvest; You are a green vine, tough and slender, which guides us to collect Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng at the top of the cliff. When Miao Er needs a glass of water, never send a bucket of water. And when you need a bucket of water, never give a glass of water.

Giving in due time is a skill of a good gardener. My teacher, this is your art of education.

Regardless of the cold inkstone in Qin Xin, peaches are ripe and dripping, but plums are ripe and incompetent. It is easy to grow flowers, but difficult to educate people. The valley is very fragrant, poems are full of people, paintings are full of people, and talented people smile.

Teacher, you use the noblest feelings of human beings-love, sowing spring, sowing ideals, sowing strength ... sowing with words, cultivating with colored pens, watering with sweat and nourishing with painstaking efforts. This is the noble work of our beloved teacher. You work in the present, but you are building the future of the motherland; You teach in class, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland.

Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then students are the sand in the clam; You lick it, grind it, soak it, and wash it with love ... Over the years, the sand turns into pearls and shines. There are countless proud and happy memories in your teaching career, but you keep them in your heart, just staring at a garden to be explored.

If I were a poet, I would write poems with enthusiasm and praise the vastness and profundity of the sea. And dedicated to you-my broad-minded and knowledgeable teacher.

Teachers are kindling, igniting the fire in students' hearts; Teachers are stone steps, carrying students to climb steadily step by step. You are like a candle, thin as it is, but with a little heat and light, it illuminates others and exhausts yourself.

This selfless dedication is unforgettable. The language of your lectures is as sweet as a tinkling mountain spring, as cordial as a gurgling stream, and as turbulent as a rushing river ... Spring silkworm has never said anything to brag in her life, and the silver silk spit out is a ruler to measure the value of life.

Dear teacher, you have never shown off in front of others, but the blooming peaches and plums are the highest evaluation for you. Your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze and as sweet as a clear spring.

Your love is more severe than father's love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than friendship. Your teacher's love is the greatest and cleanest in the world.

The value of fireflies is to shine on others with lights hanging from the back end; Your respect lies in always providing convenience for others. Who scattered the rain and dew all over the earth? Who feeds the seedlings hard? It's you, teacher, you are a great gardener! Look at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one is not as hard as you, and which one is not as smiling as you! Your lecture is rich and colorful. Every chapter seems to open a window in front of me and let me see a beautiful new world ... Ah, with you, the garden is so gorgeous and the earth is full of spring! Teacher, please open the window and have a look. All this love and this garden full of peaches and plums are paying tribute to you! Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how can so many beautiful flowers of the soul bloom? Teacher, the engineer of human soul, who won't praise you! Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and happiness.

Teacher, you are the sower of this hope and happiness! Teacher.