1, silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drip the wick dry every night. -Li Shangyin Untitled It was a long time before I met her, but it was even longer after we broke up.
2. "Decline": I am well aware of Song Yu's bitterness, romance and elegance. He is also my teacher. -Du Fu's "The Second of Five Records of Places of Interest"
3, North Lu bad pavilion barrier, Wentun division. -Du Mu's Book in the Snow
4, I should be Zhao Xiong, as the teacher of the emperor. -Liu Ji's "Title Taigong Fishing Guard Map"
5, your husband is full of peaches and plums, why not plant flowers in front of the hall. -Bai Juyi's "Planting Flowers in the Green Field Hall of Gong Ling in Fenghe"
Praise the teacher's famous saying:
1. Teachers are engineers of the human soul. -Stalin
2. Educators' care and love will leave an indelible impression on students' minds. -Suhomlinski
3. No matter whether Qin Xin is cold or not, peaches are ripe and flow, while plums are ripe and incomplete. 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.
4. Show personality charm in every word and deed, show teacher's kindness in every move, include inculcation in every word, and make selfless dedication to your youth every minute.
5, on the podium, chalk dyed white hair; At the desk, responsibility presses two shoulders; Watering flowers and cultivating peaches and plums, all over the world; Rack one's brains and sprinkle hard work, student shine on you; Candles like silkworms, sincere dedication.
There is an ancient poem praising the teacher. There is a word called "peaches and plums", which is not that peaches and plums are all over the world, nor that they are not all over the world. The poem is "Let men be full of peaches and plums, why not plant more flowers in front of the hall".
But everyone picks more every day and praises the teacher with "peaches and plums all over the world" From Bai Juyi's Flowers in the Green Field in Fenghe Gong Ling in Tang Dynasty.
The original poem: the green field hall is occupied by things, and passers-by point to the masses. Your father is full of peaches and plums, so why plant a variety of flowers in front of the hall?
Analysis: The Green Field Hall is full of the essence of everything. Passers-by said it was your father's home, and your father's students were all over the world. Why plant flowers in front of the house? Using metonymic rhetoric, taking peaches and plums as students, Lvyetang refers to the house name of Pei Du in Tang Dynasty. This poem describes that Pei Du's house occupies the essence of everything without planting flowers (the house is very conspicuous and imposing), which shows the praise for a teacher whose reputation is spread all over the world.
Extended data:
The meaning of peaches and plums is all over the world: peaches and plums refer to the younger generation trained or the students taught. Metaphorically, there are students everywhere.
There were many students in Renjie in the Tang Dynasty, so I tried to recommend many people to Wu Rongzetian, or Ren Jie said, "There are peaches and plums in the world, and I know they are in the public gate." Tang Bai Juyi's "Planting Flowers in the Green Field Hall": "Your husband is full of peaches and plums, so why plant flowers in front of the hall?" What is a "second interview": "Professor Su Lin has been full of peaches and plums all his life, and many of his students have an international reputation."
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Peach and plum are all over the world.
3. Poetry about teachers: the most glorious occupation under the sun, the engineer of human soul; 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 pillars. Silkworms in spring will weave to death, and candles will drain the wick every night. There must be teachers 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 won't praise you! Teacher, you are a cultivator and a sower of beauty.
It is you, shining with beautiful sunshine, nourishing beautiful rain and dew, making our hearts green and full of 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, the sand turns into pearls and shines. 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 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! Looking at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one is not as hard as you, and which one is not as smiling as you.
4. Idiom about teachers: Li Tao teaches impermanent teachers.
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
The candle burns out and glows.
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 your best (don't want it after death, do you? )
This is all my things.
5. Peach and plum poems: Ziweihua Du Xiaomu welcomes the autumn dew, which does not occupy the garden spring.
What happened to peaches and plums? They laugh at sunny people in the wind. Peach and plum don't say anything, the snow is fair and fair-the whole song dynasty-Huang Tingjian is as clear as the sky, and suddenly he remembers the river and sees the sand.
Listen to the density at night, but see the full syncline. The wind dances back and forth, and the sky can bloom in an instant.
It's freezing, it's better to spend time with peaches and plums. A generation of sad Chinese Pulsatilla Liu Xiyi Luoyang East Peach Blossom, who is flying around? Luoyang daughter cherishes color and sighs every fallen flower.
The color of fallen flowers has changed this year. Who will be there next year? I have seen handsome pines and cypresses destroyed into firewood, and I heard that mulberry fields have become the sea. Old friends no longer lament that the peach blossoms are dying in the east of Luoyang, but now people are still falling in the wind.
Flowers still bloom every year, but they are different every year. Tell those young people in their prime that they should pity this half-dead old man.
Now he is white-haired and poor, but he is still a handsome young woman. The old man in his later years once danced with the son of Yu Fangshu's son in the methotrexate song.
There are also beautiful decorative billiard tables like Guanglu Xun Imperial Guards and Horses in the Eastern Han Dynasty, and there are also those with colorful fairy painted in the mourning hall like Liang Ji. When the old man is sick in bed, he is ignored. In the past, he had fun in the spring. Where is the Qing dance now? How many times can a beautiful woman like a beautiful woman last? After a while, the crane was disheveled and pale as silk.
But looking at ancient song and dance venues, only birds are sad at dusk. Experience: Second, there is a chrysanthemum in the south of Zhangjiuling, and its leaves are green all winter.
Not because the soil is getting warmer, but because it is accustomed to the cold by nature. You can recommend a good guest. You can leave it here, far below the mountains and rivers. ..
It's luck, and cause and effect is an infinite cycle. You plant your peach trees and plums, and you forget the shade of another tree.
Meiyuan Wang Mian is wearing this suit in the snow forest, which is different from peaches and plums. Suddenly, the fragrance of the night was scattered like a dry spring in Wan Li.
"Zhaonanhe leather coat" is as gorgeous as peaches and plums. Orchid Yang Wanli steals blue flowers in the snow trail, and the ice roots spit little red buds.
Born without the spring breeze of peaches and plums, the name is in the mountain forest of Chu Shi's hometown. When you sit in the country and arrive in the city, you are as cold as ice.
The fence garden is not my coupling, it is paid to the poet. Huang Tingjian, Tao Li, and a glass of wine are the ten-year lanterns of Jianghu.
6. The poem "Untitled time was a long time before I met her, but it has been longer since we broke up" about Teacher 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 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! .
"Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" Tang 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.
Feng he LV ye Tang zhong Hua 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?
Five Poems of Du Fu's Poems in Tang Dynasty (Ⅱ)
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.
Tang Hanyu, listen to the clever teacher playing the piano.
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.
Ming Liuji in Taigong Fishing Wei Tu
It was a quiet night in the room, when Huang Xi was fishing alone.
Clouds look rich, while running water looks dull.
I should be a non-Zhao Xiong, and I should be respected as the emperor's teacher.
Xuanshang, as inherent, has been thought for thousands of years.
Hsinchu clears Zheng Xie.
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.
Self-treasure in Qing Dynasty in Ji Hai's Miscellaneous Poem No.5.
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.
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