Poems about grateful teachers 1. The complete works of grateful teacher's ancient poems
Thanksgiving teacher's ancient poems:
A distant teacher
Tang Bai Juyi
East palace white bastard, South Temple Zen master.
Seeing each other in the distance, there is nothing in my heart.
Seeking harmony, respecting teachers and retiring
Tang Libai
The mountain peak is steep, and Capricorn's day is free from the memory of that year.
Dial the clouds to find the ancient road, lean against the trees and listen to the flowing water.
Warm flowers lie on green cows, white cranes sleep on high pine branches.
Talk to the teacher, the river has been shrouded in dusk, I want to walk alone in the cold mountain clouds.
Ji hai's miscellaneous poems
Qing palace zizhen
Only the great explosive power of lightning can make the land of China exude vitality, but the social and political situation is not angry, but a kind of sadness.
I advise God to cheer up and not stick to certain norms to belittle more people.
Reward teachers
Don
There is nowhere in the void, like glass.
No matter who comes, Zen is full of poetry.
2. What are the ancient poems about thanking teachers?
1. Yuan Shi
Tang Bai Juyi
East palace white bastard, South Temple Zen master.
Seeing each other in the distance, there is nothing in my heart.
2. "Seeking harmony, respecting teachers and living in seclusion"
Tang Libai
The mountain peak is steep, and Capricorn's day is free from the memory of that year.
Dial the clouds to find the ancient road, lean against the trees and listen to the flowing water.
Warm flowers lie on green cows, white cranes sleep on high pine branches.
Talk to the teacher, the river has been shrouded in dusk, I want to walk alone in the cold mountain clouds.
3. Ji Hai's miscellaneous poems
Qing palace zizhen
Only the great explosive power of lightning can make the land of China exude vitality, but the social and political situation is not angry, but a kind of sadness.
I advise God to cheer up and not stick to certain norms to belittle more people.
Step 4 reward the questioner
Don
There is nowhere in the void, like glass.
No matter who reaches the realm of poetry, Zen has gone beyond poetry.
5. Five unique teachers
Tang Bai Juyi
East palace white bastard, South Temple Zen master.
Seeing each other in the distance, there is nothing in my heart.
6. Five Wonders Reward Teachers
Tangliushang
There is nowhere in the void, like glass.
No matter who reaches the realm of poetry, Zen has gone beyond poetry.
The jade pot has a heart of ice, and the brush writes the soul of the teacher.
Enthusiasm is like a father's language, and talk like a friend.
A few lines of light words will accompany you for a lifetime.
I hope that the latecomers can successfully report to the master.
7. Untitled
Author: Li Shangyin
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! .
Extended data:
Gratitude is a philosophy of life and great wisdom of life. Smart people should not haggle over what they don't have, nor should they blindly ask for it and inflate their selfish desires. Learn to be grateful for what you have and what life has given you. Only in this way can you have a positive outlook on life and a healthy attitude.
References:
Baidu encyclopedia-Thanksgiving Day
3. Ancient poems about grateful teachers
Tang Bai Juyi was a teacher of five wonders.
East palace white bastard, South Temple Zen master.
Seeing each other in the distance, there is nothing in my heart.
Wu Jue rewards teacher Shang.
There is nowhere in the void, like glass.
No matter who reaches the realm of poetry, Zen has gone beyond poetry.
Jade pot with ice in its heart
Zhu Bi wrote the soul of a teacher.
As earnest as a father's language.
Talk like friends and relatives.
A few lines of light words
Make a deep impression on life
The hope of the latecomers
Report success to the master
Untitled
Author: Li Shangyin
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! .
Ode to the teacher
Four degrees of spring breeze,
Several autumn rains washed away the gap.
Black hair and frost weave the sun and the moon,
Chalk has no words to write spring and autumn.
Spring blossoms,
Candle tears turn to ashes, and autumn is stronger.
Spring sowing peaches and plums in 3,000 gardens,
Qiu Lai, China is rich in fruits.
Six poems by Tianjingsha
1. A long historical map
Become a pillar of talent,
Sky, land and sea.
Running around half my life,
Sailing again today,
Yao Lu Mountain is high in water.
2. Teacher Kuang Huanxue
Highly respected, knowledgeable,
Look at heroes.
Right time, right place and right person,
Use a pen like a demon,
It's amazing.
3. Wang Bencheng
Dare to say, dare to do,
No complaints, no regrets.
Storms and thunder,
Exhale, raise your eyebrows,
Who is this world except me?
4. Huilan Pavilion
For the country, for the family, for the people,
Wind, sun and rain.
Blue sea, blue sky and white clouds,
The sun, the moon and the stars,
With the pursuit of a lifetime.
5. Guan Zhongtu
Be honest,
Do things aboveboard.
Bring together heroes from all sides,
A famous teacher,
The world is in my hands.
6. One-line diagram
Thinking about Wan Li,
Look at the infinite future.
A genius,
Back to Yaotai,
Heaven and earth are stunned.
Four degrees of spring breeze,
Several autumn rains washed away the gap.
Black hair and frost weave the sun and the moon,
Chalk has no words to write spring and autumn.
Spring blossoms,
Candle tears turn to ashes, and autumn is stronger.
Spring sowing peaches and plums in 3,000 gardens,
Qiu Lai, China is rich in fruits.
Learning is not as good as learning. Yang Xiong.
Saint impermanence teacher. -Han Yu
Teachers are easy to meet, but teachers are hard to meet. -Sima Guang
There is no ancient holy king who doesn't respect teachers. Lv Buwei.
There is no teacher in the world, and the old road benefits from this. -Liu Zongyuan
Scholars must seek teachers, and teachers are essential. -Cheng Yi.
Once a teacher, always a father. -Guan Hanqing
Learning to get a teacher is expensive, but getting friends is also expensive. —— Tang Zhen
Learning is more important than respecting teachers. -Tan Sitong
Ancient scholars must have been strict with teachers before respecting them. —— Ouyang Xiu
Nothing is expensive, nothing is cheap, nothing is long, nothing is short, the Tao exists, and the teacher exists. -Han Yu
There must be a teacher in a threesome; Choose the good and follow it, change the bad. -Confucius
4. Grateful for the teacher's poems and ancient poems
Praise the teacher's ancient poems
1, bee
Tangluoyin
No matter underground or on the mountain, where there are flowers in full bloom, there are bees busy.
After picking flowers into honey, who will work hard for whom and who will be sweet?
2. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night
Don du fu
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.
Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
3. Ji Hai's miscellaneous poems are disturbed by worries and forgotten by day.
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.
4. "Fenghe Gong Ling Lvyetang Planting Flowers"
Tang Bai Juyi
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?
5. "Untitled"
Tang Li Shangyin
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 when the torch turns to ashes, tears will flow dry.
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.
Not far from her charming mountain, oh, bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
6. Six poems on patio sand with a long history.
Desire for talent, sky, land and sea.
I've been busy for half my life, and now I'm sailing,
Yao Lu Mountain is high in water.
7. "Four Necessary and Unforgettable Teachers"
Love at first sight is too hasty, and the school flowers are a few degrees red.
Deep friendship is always in the dream of the soul, and deep kindness is always in the heart.
8. "Six Poems of Yi Xian in Tianjingsha"
Keep an eye on the Wan Li world, and have an infinite future.
The world was shocked by this prodigy who returned to Yaotai.
9. Ji Hai's miscellaneous poems
Qing palace zizhen
Only the great explosive power of lightning can make the land of China exude vitality, but the social and political situation is not angry, but a kind of sadness.
I advise God to cheer up and not stick to certain norms to belittle more people.
Hsinchu 10
thank
New bamboo is taller than old bamboo, and their growth is supported by old branches.
New students will be born next year, and ten dragons and grandchildren will go around Fengchi.
5. Thank the teacher for his poem
Teachers are hardworking gardeners,
We are blooming flowers.
The gardener watered and fertilized the flowers.
Is to teach us seriously,
Let's learn more knowledge.
The teacher is a big umbrella.
We are small animals hiding under umbrellas.
A big umbrella can shelter small animals from the wind and rain.
When we are in trouble,
The teacher will help us at once.
The teacher's heart is a vast sky,
Can tolerate our mistakes.
The mistakes we made,
Teachers always forget quickly.
"Silkworms in spring will weave until they die,
Every night, the candle will cry the wick away. "
This is our dear teacher.
. Thank you teacher!
Ancient Poetry: Silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and candles will drain the wick every night.
6. An ancient poem about thanking the teacher, a whole poem, the more the better.
Li Shangyin's untitled time was long before I met her, but even longer after we broke up.
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! .
Qiu Chuji's "Reporting Teacher's Grace"
Beautiful scenery is new every day. Cooper and Sensen are like spring all the year round. The blessed land is lofty and sparse, and the name of the altar is complex. Everyone is happy to be born in China, and every family is sincere. I only hope that all the public will realize that there is no leakage of red in the same boarding.
Gong Zizhen's Yi Hai Za Shi
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.
7. Thank the teacher for his poem
Three-foot platform, three-inch tongue, three-inch pen, three thousand peaches and plums
Ten years of trees, ten years of wind, ten years of rain and a hundred thousand columns.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
If three people walk together, one of them must be qualified to be my teacher.
Teachers are like candles, burning themselves and illuminating others.
We are the flowers of our motherland, and our teacher is a diligent gardener.
Teachers are like a long bridge leading to the knowledge coast.
Teachers are like candles, burning themselves and illuminating us.
The teacher is like a big tree, sheltering us from the wind and rain.
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!
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 is not praising you!
Teacher, you are a cultivator and a sower of beauty.
It's you, shining with beautiful sunshine and nourishing beautiful rain and dew.
Our hearts are full of green grass and flowers!
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, grains of sand have become pearls and glistened.
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.
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.
You, the teacher's love, is the greatest and cleanest in the world!
If we are a ship, then the teacher is a sail, leading us forward in the ocean of knowledge; If we want to embark on a journey, teachers are like candles in our hands, illuminating the bumpy road in our study. You let us open the window of our hearts, you gave us spiritual support, you sent us on the road of learning and gave us endless encouragement. Teacher, we will always remember you.
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 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 exciting as a rushing river. ...
Spring silkworm has never said anything to brag about 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.
8. What are the ancient poems about "thanking the teacher"?
Hsinchu 1
Qing Dynasty: Zheng Banqiao
New bamboo is taller than old bamboo, and their growth is supported by old branches.
New students will be born next year, and ten dragons and grandchildren will go around Fengchi.
Translation:
New bamboo is taller than old bamboo, and their growth depends entirely on old branches.
New ones will grow and grow taller next year.
2. "Far Teacher"
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
East palace white bastard, South Temple Zen master.
Seeing each other in the distance, there is nothing in my heart.
Translation:
When will I, a DPRK official, Henan Temple Ziyuan, meet again?
Probably have to wait until there is nothing secular in my heart.
The unnamed time was long before I met her, but it has been longer since we separated.
Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
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! .
Translation:
It's hard to meet each other, and it's even harder to leave, not to mention in this late spring when the east wind is weak and the flowers are withered. Spring silkworms don't spin silk when they die, and wax oil like tears can drip dry when candles are burned to ashes.
Dress up in the morning and look in the mirror. I'm only worried that the clouds in my hair will change color and my face will disappear. I can't sleep alone in the long night, so I must feel Leng Yue's aggression. Penglai Mountain is not too far from here, but there is no road to cross. Please visit me diligently by a messenger like the bluebird.
4. "Listen to the clever teacher playing the piano"
Tang dynasty: Han Yu
Just like a pair of close children whispering, I had a dark conversation with two beautiful friends, the secretary.
Like the wind, who is singing the flag? A soldier likes to fight the king with his sword.
Eee logo turned into a floating cloud, you don't have to wander around the endless road.
Chirp and chirp can be clearly seen in the mist, and JAK's shadow flies towards the phoenix in the Woods of hundreds of phoenixes.
The cliffs pressed people to climb, and the dark valley collapsed under the thunderous sound of collapse.
I am ashamed that I have a pair of ears and a pair of music. I am too ignorant to appreciate music.
Listening to your music, the piano suddenly rose, making people sit down low.
In the panic, I reached out to block my chin, and tears had already poured into my eyes.
It's not unusual for a master to be good at kung fu. Don't fill my chest with ice and fire.
Translation:
Like a pair of close children whispering, I am humming a sad song with two beautiful friends. Powerful as the wind unfurls the flag, who is singing loudly, and the warrior is like a horse with a sword to kill the enemy and capture the king.
Turned into a cloud, catkins have no roots and no roots. The road to the sky is vast and useless. Twittering is obviously the wave of feathers in the smoke cloud, standing in the shadows of trees, and birds are flying at the phoenix. Every step of the cliff is pressing people to climb, and the abyss of Black Valley is still rumbling.
I feel ashamed. I have a pair of empty ears. I am too amateur to appreciate music. After listening to your piano, it's soft and hard, which makes people sit up and feel depressed. In my panic, I stretched out my hand to cover the piano, and tears were already surging. Master Ying's kung fu is really unusual. Don't fill my chest with ice and fire.
5. Five miscellaneous poems by Ji Hai.
Qing Dynasty: Gong Zizhen
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.
Translation:
The sadness of leaving Kyoto is like a wave of water extending to the distance of sunset. With a wave of whip heading east, people feel at the end of the world.
Flowers and branches are not heartless things, even if they turn into spring mud, they are willing to cultivate beautiful spring flowers to grow.
Sogou Encyclopedia-yuanshi county
Sogou encyclopedia-listen to the clever piano
Sogou encyclopedia-untitled time was long before I met her, but even longer after we separated.
9. Thanksgiving teacher's ancient poems
It was a long time before I met her, but even longer after we broke up.
Author: Tang Dynasty Li Shangyin
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 miscellaneous poems by Ji Hai.
Author: Gong Zizhen in Qing Dynasty
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.
The sadness of parting extends to the distant place where the sun goes down. When you leave Beijing, you will feel that you are at the end of the world, and a whip is drawn to the east. I quit my job and went home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but it was not a heartless thing. It has become the soil of spring and can also play a role in cultivating the next generation.
3. Hsinchu
Author: Zheng Xie Qing Dynasty
New bamboo is taller than old bamboo, and their growth is supported by old branches.
I will come out again the next year and grow taller.
Hsinchu is taller than the old bamboo, and its growth depends entirely on the old branches. New ones will grow and grow taller next year.
4. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night
Author: Du Fu in Tang Dynasty
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.
Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
Good rain seems to pick the right time, arrival in the spring when everything is born. With the breeze, quietly into the night. Fine and dense, nourishing everything on the earth. Thick dark clouds covered fields and alleys, and small lights were lit, and fishing boats on the river flashed. Look at the flowers with dew tomorrow morning, and Chengdu will be full of flowers.
5. "Fenghe Gong Ling Lvyetang Planting Flowers"
Author: Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty
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?
After the completion of the Green Field Hall, it occupied the essence of everything. Passers-by pointed to the house and said that it was Pei's home. Pei's students are all over the world. Where is it necessary to plant flowers in front of and behind the house?
Extended data:
"Silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and candles will drain the wick every night." This poem uses a vivid metaphor, which means that the love between men and women will never die and become a solemn and stirring swan song. Now it is often used to praise teachers for their selfless dedication and sacrifice their noble qualities for the cause of education.