The girl who picked the lotus put the girl who picked the lotus into the lotus leaf, as if the color was the same, and the girl's face was hidden in the blooming lotus, which reflected each other.
Lotus is mixed in the lotus pond, and it is difficult to recognize the lotus pond. Only when you hear the song do you know that someone is picking lotus in the pond-picking lotus.
(Zhou Dunyi) Ailian said
Flowers and aquatic plants on the land are lovely (fán). Tao Jinyuan clearly loves chrysanthemums. Since Li Tang came, peonies have been loved all over the world. For the lotus that loves you alone, the mud does not touch, the lotus is clear, the lotus (lián) is not evil, straight through, not tendril (màn) is not branched, the fragrance is far away and clear, and it is graceful, so you can look at it from a distance without playing (xiè).
To call chrysanthemum, the seclusion of flowers (y) is also; Peony, blooming with wealth; Lotus, the gentleman of flowers. Hey (y: and)! The love of chrysanthemums and flowers, Tao (Xi mǎn m?n) has also been heard. Who gave the lotus love? Peony love is suitable for many people.
2. Ancient poems about lotus: Lotus can be picked in Jiangnan, and Hetian Tian has lotus leaves.
Fish hits the lotus leaf, fish hits the lotus leaf east, fish hits the lotus leaf west, fish hits the lotus leaf south and fish hits the lotus leaf north. The lotus leaf skirt in Changling, Wang Song is cut in monochrome, and hibiscus flowers bloom on both sides of the face.
Lotus is mixed in the lotus pond, and it is difficult to recognize the lotus pond. Only when you hear the song do you know that someone is picking lotus in the pond-picking lotus. Lin Zifang and Yang Wanli of Chu Xiao Jingci School. After all, the scenery of the West Lake in mid-June is different from that at four o'clock.
Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun. A plum blossom in the Northern Song Dynasty. Li Qingzhao's red lotus root fragrance, jade Qing and Yu Qiuyu, so she untied Luo Shang and went to Lan alone.
Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building. Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles.
One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
Lotus is clear. Shi Tao has a five-inch lotus leaf, and sticking to the waves does not hinder the painting boat from shaking; In April and May, it can also cover the waist of beautiful women. Love Lotus Song Dunyi's Flowers of Land and Water Plants is very complicated.
Tao Jinyuan clearly loves chrysanthemums. Since Li Tang came, peonies have been loved all over the world. Love lotus alone, dirt-free, clear but not demon. Straight outside and straight inside, you can see from a distance that it is not ridiculous. Qingyangdu ~ Jinlefu is full of green water and hibiscus is red and fresh.
There are lotus roots below and lotus roots above. ◇ ode to hibiscus ~ Yue Qingfeng in the Southern Dynasties shook purple leaves and exposed Zhu Shi lightly.
Zhongchi is so green, wait until I glow red. ◇ picking lotus ~ In the Southern Dynasties, Wu Liang Dai mixed flowers, and Luoyi hung Qinghe.
Ask my son where to go today, picking lotus in Jiangnan. Three thousand miles in western Liaoning, I want to send it for no reason.
May you return early, this lotus is fresh. ◇ Poems about Lotus ~ There are tiny grasses in the north of Hongze River, which can be used to rejuvenate.
Green leaves like the wind, and red cherry is suitable for the sun. Moving to the fish pond is a great loss.
How to frost dew, should be with the canopy. ◇ chanting concentric hibiscus ~ Duke Du of Sui displayed lotus flowers, and graceful water came out.
A solitary stem is green, and two shadows share dividends. The color wins the song, and the fragrance dances wildly.
The famous lotus can read by itself, and the same is true. ◇ picking lotus songs ~ Sui Yin Yingtong drew countless companions and untied himself.
You don't need to wipe sweat powder, and the wind skirt can be opened at will. The boat docked against the lotus.
Lotus root silk is held as a wisp and lotus leaf as a cup. ◇ Ancient style (its twenty-six) ~ Tang Li Baibi gives birth to quiet spring, sunny and fresh.
Autumn flowers spit green water and dense leaves are full of smoke. Beautiful powder is peerless, who will pass the incense? Sit and watch the frost disappear.
If I don't find the root cause, I would like to believe in the edge of Huachi. ◇ Lotus-picking Song ~ Xiao Weijin paddled a Mulan boat in South Liu Liang, playing with lotus flowers in the south of the Yangtze River.
Lotus fragrance is separated from Purdue, and lotus leaves are fresh all over the river. The room is easy to start with, and the handle comes with it.
As soon as the flowers are exposed, they are wet and the stems of the wind are flickering. ◇ There is a gift of folding lotus ~ Tang Li Bai is playing autumn water by the river, loving this red and fresh.
The water drops on the lotus leaf, but they don't roll round. This beautiful beauty is hiding in the colorful clouds, trying to give her flowers, but far away.
Acacia and meeting life, melancholy in the bleak autumn wind. ◇ Lotus ~ Li Shangyin is colorless and compatible. Why not be fragrant?
Yao's seats are all set for the cool, and Yu Jinjin is too late. Turn the light back and cross the socks with the water.
Looking forward to saying goodbye to the autumn before, leaving home to sing a song. ◇ Lotus ~ Wenlutang shakes the star gold, and rolls the orchid into a white apple.
It is necessary to put on socks for Luo Shenbo, and so far lotus plums have fragrant dust. Go out to Jingci Temple to see Lin Zifang and Yang Wanli at night. After all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock in June.
Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun. ◇ hibiscus on the money pool ~ Jiangnan will rest in September, and hibiscus will turn to Zhongzhou.
Beauty laughs across the water, and the sunset is still full of sorrow. Dew wash jade plate Jintang cold, autumn wind blowing Jincheng ribbon.
It's no use looking at each other. It's getting late, and there's a kind of seclusion in the pond. ◇ A plum cut ~ Li Qingzhao's red lotus root fragrance in the Northern Song Dynasty can ruin Yuqiu, relieve Luo Shang and go to Lanzhou alone.
Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building. Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles.
One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
◇ Su Curtain Covered ~ Zhou Bangyan burned agarwood to cool off the heat in the Northern Song Dynasty. Bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird.
The leaves of Chuyang withered all night, the water was clear and round, and the wind and lotus rose one by one. My hometown is far away. When will I go? I live in Wumen and have been traveling in Chang 'an for a long time.
Do the fishermen in May remember each other? Boat, dream into furongpu. Li Antang ~ Huang Mingqiong Dongjiatan is a vast desert with green trees facing the water inlet.
Ten miles of brocade is constantly seen, and the west wind and the bright moon are still singing. ◇ picking lotus songs ~ Li Yaru's lotus field is a lake with a faint bonus.
Three or five boats will go, singing loudly. ◇ Hibiscus ~ The most pitiful thing about Zheng Qing Banqiao is a few blushing scars, and there is a small bamboo door beside the Shuiwai Bridge.
Looking in the mirror, I was surprised and regretted. Shi used to live in Zhuze Village. ◇ Thinking in Ouxiang ~ Modern, leisure, Xiao Wen, bid farewell to Anyi ancient town, and the water in Ouxiang is swaying in the canoe; The shore willows are dyed with green streams, and the lotus fragrance is brewed in autumn.
Living in a foreign land is poor and chaotic, and my hometown is happy; A man of virtue and wealth starts from scratch, and the lotus fairy comes to the door gladly. In summer, the mountain light suddenly goes out in the west of Nanting Sixin-Meng Haoran, and the moon rises slowly in the lake in the east.
Hang your hair in the shade at night, open the window and lie down in a quiet and spacious place. The evening breeze sent waves of lotus fragrance, and the dew on the bamboo leaves made a crisp sound.
I thought I would want to make a song, make a song, I just hate my friends in front of me. Feeling for a night, I miss my old friends all night, and it is hard to miss them in my dreams.
◇ Untitled second ~ Li Shangyin, a misty rain is blowing from the east, and the wheels are faintly thundering outside the Furong Pool. There is also a locked golden toad incense burner. Cigarettes are elegantly wrapped, like pulleys in a jade pot, and the traction rope is pumped into the well water.
Wang Wei dreamed that she was a beautiful young girl. Wang Wei had a pillow dream and wrote a poem. Does the human heart have to bloom in spring like all other flowers? Even if this bright flame of love, should it only be ashes? .
Making friends in summer ~ Ji Xu is free, sleeping alone and the water steps are quiet. The moon gives birth to the forest, and the rain stays overnight like autumn.
Looking back at Lian Fang, who sings Du Ruozhou? There is no dream at night, and you can swim if you have a dream. ◇ There is more hatred in the sand and snow in Huanxi, and more red tears cry for Gusu, leaning on the wind to coagulate the snow skin.
The setting sun is over the river, the palace is half flat, and the lotus is full of lakes. ◇ Nanxiangzi Li Xun took a float boat, crossed the lotus pond, and called the sleeping mandarin duck.
You girls cuddle and laugh, compete for novelty and beauty, and shake the lotus cover to break the sunset. ◇ Huanxisha Jing Li Jing Li Huanxisha Jing Li
He is skinny and ugly. The chicken is far away in the drizzle dream, and the small building blows through the cold.
How many tears I hate, leaning against the railing. How about Sun Guangxian in Sidi Township? More lingering feelings! Moths gather shame under the eternal water curtain.
Liu Luo's skirts, tiny lines dragging blue waves. Look at the ground, rain hits the lotus.
◇ Recalling Yuhang Pan Lang's long memory of the lonely mountain, the mountain is like a cluster in the lake, and the monk's room faces the lake all around, and the Qing people come back. Lotus fragrance spray even the clouds pavilion, pavilion sound clear eaves priests.
Don't come to dust and stain other people's clothes, and dream of flying in vain. ◇ After picking the lotus flowers of Mulberry and Ouyang Xiu, the West Lake is good. You don't need to mark the wine, and the green cover of the red building will follow.
The original boat went deep into the flowers, fragrant and golden, misty and rainy, drunk and returned to his hometown. ◇ Linjiang Xian Ouyang Xiu's rain fell on the light thunder pool outside the willow, and the rain dripped and broke the lotus sound.
3. The famous sentence about lotus (ancient poetry) 1, clear water produces hibiscus, which is naturally carved.
(Tang \ Li Bai's "After Leaving the Rebellion, Give Jiang a Taishou and Good Slaughter")
2, wading into the river as autumn water, love this fresh lotus.
(Tang \ Li Bai "Antique")
3. The wind is fragrant in Juanjuan, and the rain is fragrant in Ran Ran.
(Tang Du Fu's Madman)
4. Water lilies are as clean as cotton swabs.
(Tang Du Fu's Journey to the North)
4. The wind brings me the fragrance of lotus, and the music of dew drops from bamboo leaves.
(Tang Haoran's "Nan Ting Xia Xiang Xin")
5, since autumn fog is clean, it is not as enchanting as spring.
(Don Li Shen's heavy lotus)
7. Flowers in the world have nothing to do with leaves, and flowers in golden pots are dust. Only violet and red violet are naive.
(Tang \ Li Shangyin's "Giving Lotus")
6, lotus flooding, as bright as Yue Nv's gills; Apple leaves are floating in the wind, and the shadows in the mirror are chaotic.
("Southern Dynasties Liang \ Xiao Tong's" May ")
7, the nuclear gold is stunning, ice is like jade. Show off with red-violet on your back and wear crimson flowers to ease your English.
(Southern Liang \ Jiang Yan's Lotus Fu)
8. Last night in the middle of the night, Chang 'e dropped her Hosta. Feng Yi dare not accept, holding out Ranbo's heart.
(Song \ Wang Yucheng "Singing Bai Lianhua")
9, lotus leaf lotus, red, green and tender new makeup.
(Song Yan Shu, "The Pride of the Fisherman")
10, it rained all night on the dead leaves of Chuyang. The water surface is clear and round, and the wind and load are lifted one by one.
(Song \ Zhou Bangyan "Su Muzhe")
1 1, no bees, no butterflies, no fragrance, and the red skirt is bitter.
(Song \ He Zhu "Treading on the Sand")
12, chrysanthemum, the hermit in the flower; Peony, blooming with wealth; Lotus, the gentleman of flowers.
(Song \ Zhou Dunyi's Love Lotus)
13, the mud does not touch, the ripples are clear but not demon, the communication is straight, the fragrance is far and clear, the plants are slim and graceful, and it is not ridiculous from a distance.
(Song \ Zhou Dunyi's Love Lotus)
14, the next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers are of different colors.
(Song \ Yang Wanli "Chu Xiao Jingci Temple sends Lin Zifang")
15, red and white lotus jade bottle, red lotus rhyme is definitely white lotus. Empty fasting is not without autumn heat, and heat is fragrant.
(Song \ Yang Wanli "Red and White Lotus in a Bottle")
16, the lotus is still hot at dusk, and the low face is hidden in the blue umbrella.
(Song \ Yang Wanli's "Twilight Tour of the Lotus Pond")
17, Ran Yan shook again, and Leng Xiang flew into the poem.
(Song \ Jiang Kui "Niannujiao Xing Wu Lotus")
18, Chilian is vulgar and greasy.
(Jin Yuwen Xu Zhong "Summer")
19, the lake was full of lotus flowers in May, and Lv Yun helped lotus leaves.
(Yuan Youxian's "Moon Lake Zhi Zhu Ci")
20, hibiscus is a good color, but unfortunately can not help but frost.
(Qian's Autumn Meaning)
2 1, Lv Yun Ran Ran powder is first uniform, and Yuluxiang is introspective.
(Qing \ Wang Fuzhi's "Lou Yuchun White Lotus")
4. On the description of lotus poems, there is no sound in spring, and the shade of trees shines on the water and loves sunny and soft. The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head. -Song Yang Wanli's "Little Pool"
The girl who picked the lotus put the girl who picked the lotus into the lotus leaf, as if the color was the same, and the girl's face was hidden in the blooming lotus, which reflected each other. Lotus is mixed in the lotus pond, and it is difficult to recognize the lotus pond. Only when you hear the song do you know that someone is picking lotus in the pond-picking lotus. -Don Wang Changling's Song of Picking Lotus.
It is the scenery of the West Lake in June, which is really different from other seasons. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun. -Song Yang Wanli "Chu Xiao Jingci Temple sends Lin Zifang"
& lt& amplt； Yilian > The scenery show in the south of the Yangtze River is best recorded in Lian Bi Er 'na, like a fairy descending to earth, and the breeze sends fragrance far away.
& lt& amplt； Visit the lotus > > My friend called and invited me to visit the garden site. Oblique wind and rain count, crescent willow branches. Go to the Spring Garden and watch the lotus pond. Lotus welcomes me, I am stupid.
& lt& amplt； Planting lotus > Under the effect of water diversion from the clear pond, the lotus spring breeze brings dew to the lotus until it blooms like a full moon.
& lt& amplt； Duijian > The wind on the ancient willow embankment is weak, and the new lotus is full of fields. White waved frequently and sat idly. Wu Sha fell asleep half drunk and half awake. Dreams and battles can break the sun, but you can't peep at the sky while you are feeling. Laughing in the pillow, Hua Rong is the guest, and lotus jade is the fairy. & lt& amplt； Picking lotus > Lotus leaves in Yan Garden can't be picked. There are no fish in the field, so I can't enter the lotus room in the lotus.
& lt& amplt； Draw lotus flowers > Zhu Yanbi waved Chi Pan's dance sleeves, just like giving birth to a delicate fragrance for Yu Lian, which makes you inseparable > In summer, after the rain clears, spring is lonely; The pond is full of red and blue, and the wind blows the jade beads.
& lt& amplt； Yong Lian > The pond was stormy all night, and ten thousand rubies bloomed; If you come to Gog, if you love Lian, you will be grateful.
& lt& amplt； Wenlian > > Where does the gentleman in the flower come from? Tingting stands upright and graceful, revealing a charming face, warm sunshine and endless wind fragrance, showing endless branches and leaves. Even if it is cool, it will cover summer. Since you don't want to be contaminated by fine dust, why stand in the mud?
& lt& amplt； Zanlian > Land flowers compete for fragrance, clear water Chi Pan, silent fragrance, don't compete with peaches and plums. Spring breeze and fire send coolness in July.
& lt& amplt； Meng Lian > > The scenery of Qiu Lai in the north of Beijing is different. The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the geese are blurred. Tieling is nowhere to be found, and the lotus pond is empty; Autumn sleep has no choice, fairy clothes are better than snow love; Why can't I see you sigh? Xia Feng is ten miles away. & lt& amplt； Disabled Persons' Federation > > Bleak autumn wind, flowers, dead leaves, swaying with the waves, thanks to the lead flower health machine for the time being, Zeng Chunyu filled the pool.
5. An ancient poem describing the lotus is:
Lakeside temple at dawn
Yang Wanli
After all, in mid-June,
The scenery is different from the four seasons.
Lotus leaves are infinitely green,
Lotus is bright red.
[Notes]
1. Xiao: Good morning. Jingci Temple: The full name is "Jing Ci 'en Guangxiao Temple". Lingyin Temple is two famous Buddhist temples in the north and south mountains of the West Lake. Lin Zifang: the author's friend, secretary of the cabinet in the official residence.
2. Four seasons: spring, summer, autumn and winter. This refers to other seasons except June.
3. Infinite green: Because the lotus leaf has a wide area, it seems to be connected with the sky, so it is infinitely green.
4. Different: special, different. Another kind of red: red is particularly prominent.
[Appreciation]
The beauty of the West Lake has always been described by literati, and this song by Yang Wanli has been passed down through the ages with its unique technique, which is worth savoring. "After all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock in June." The first sentence seems abrupt, but it is actually an atmosphere. Although the reader has not yet appreciated the beauty of the West Lake from the poem, he can already feel it from the amazing tone of the poet. This sentence seems to be blurted out, which is the most intuitive feeling after shock and ecstasy, thus strengthening the beauty of the West Lake. Sure enough, "the lotus leaves in the sky are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers in the sun are of different colors." The poet used "blue" and "red" to highlight the strong visual impact of lotus leaves and lotus flowers. The lotus leaf is boundless as if connected with the sky, and the weather is magnificent, which not only depicts the infinity of the lotus leaf, but also renders the grandeur of heaven and earth, and has an extremely rich sense of spatial modeling. "Reflecting the sun" and "Lotus" set each other off to make the whole picture beautiful and vivid. The whole poem is easy to understand, and the outstanding thing is to write feelings first, and then write the real situation, thus creating an effect of being empty first and then real. After reading it, you can really feel the beauty of the West Lake in June, "the four seasons are different".
[Introduction to the author]
Yang Wanli (1 127— 1206) was born in Jishui, Jizhou (now Jishui, Jiangxi), whose real name was Ting Xiu and Cheng Zhai. Shaoxing was a scholar in twenty-four years. When he was filial, the official served the prince. Guangzong is called the secretary supervisor. Gong Shi is one of the "Four Great Masters in Southern Song Dynasty". He began to study "Jiangxi Poetry School", then studied Wang Anshi and the poems of the late Tang Dynasty, and finally got married. He wrote more than 20,000 poems in his life. Can also read. And Zhai Chengji.
There is another song:
South of the Yangtze river
Jiangnan can pick lotus,
Lotus leaf tower Tian Tian,
Fish play lotus leaf east,
Fish play lotus leaf south,
Fish play with lotus leaves,
Fish play with lotus leaves in the north,
Fish are frolicking in the lotus leaves.
6. What about poems that praise the lotus?
Lotus can be picked in Jiangnan, so there is no lotus leaf.
Fish play in the lotus leaves, fish play in the lotus leaves,
Fish hits the lotus leaf in the west, fish hits the lotus leaf in the south and fish hits the lotus leaf in the north.
Cailian District Wang Changling
The girl who picked the lotus put the girl who picked the lotus into the lotus leaf, as if the color was the same, and the girl's face was hidden in the blooming lotus, which reflected each other.
Lotus is mixed in the lotus pond, and it is difficult to recognize the lotus pond. Only when you hear the song do you know that someone is picking lotus in the pond-picking lotus.
Lin Zifang and Yang Wanli of Chu Xiao Jingci School.
It is the scenery of the West Lake in June, which is really different from other seasons.
Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.
Cut plum in the northern song dynasty. Li Qingzhao
Red lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn.
Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.
Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.
There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
Lotus Qingshitao
Five-inch lotus leaves, sticking waves does not hinder the painting boat from shaking;
In April and May, it can also cover the waist of beautiful women.
7. Poems about praising teachers, and there should be lotus flowers or lotus flowers in the poems (you can write them yourself). Silkworms in spring will keep spinning until they die, and the candles will drain the wick every night 1 Your work is today, but it is building the tomorrow 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.
6. Dear teacher, your sincere love has awakened much confusion, cultivated much self-confidence, ignited much 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, shining with beautiful sunshine, nourishing beautiful rain and dew, making 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 seed of this hope and happiness.