On teachers' poems and their explanations

1. What's the point of praising the teacher's poems? Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. _ _ _ _ Li Shangyin's untitled time, long before I met her, became longer after we broke up.

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. _ _ _ _ Gong Zizhen's "Ji Hai's Miscellaneous Poems No.5"

New bamboo is taller than old bamboo, and their growth is supported by old branches. _ _ _ _ Hsinchu in Zheng Xie

Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. _ _ _ _ Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night

Your father is full of peaches and plums, so why plant a variety of flowers in front of the hall? _ _ _ _ Bai Juyi's Planting Flowers in the Green Field Hall

Decline: I am well aware of Song Yu's misery, romance and elegance. He is also my teacher. _ _ _ _ Du Fu's "Five Poems on Epic II"

I should be a non-Zhao Xiong, and I should be respected as the emperor's teacher. _ _ _ _ Liu Ji's "Topic Taigong Fishing Guard Map"

2. What are the classic poems about "teacher"? 1, silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drip the wick dry every night.

-Interpretation of Li Shangyin's Untitled was a long time before I met her, and even longer after we parted: spring silkworms don't spin silk until they die, wax oil is like tears, and candles can only drip dry when they burn to ashes. 2, falling red is not heartless, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers.

-Interpretation 5 of Gong Zizhen's Ji Hai Miscellaneous Poems: I quit my job and returned to my hometown like a fallen flower, 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 is taller than the old bamboo branches, supported by veteran cadres.

-Zheng Xie's "Hsinchu" Interpretation: Hsinchu is taller than the old bamboo, and their growth depends entirely on the old branches. 4, sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.

-Interpretation of Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night: With the breeze, it quietly entered the night. Fine and dense, nourishing everything on the earth.

5, your husband is full of peaches and plums, why not plant flowers in front of the hall. -Interpretation of Bai Juyi's "Planting Flowers in the Green Field Hall in Gong Ling, Fenghe": Pei Taoli is born all over the world, so where should he plant flowers in front of his door? 6. "Decline": I am well aware of Song Yu's bitterness, romance and elegance. He is also my teacher.

-Interpretation of Du Fu's "Five Poems on Historical Monuments (Part II)": Fallen leaves know the sadness of Song Yuzhi, and their romantic style is elegant, which is worthy of being my teacher. I should be a non-Zhao Xiong, and I should be respected like an emperor.

-Interpretation of Liu Ji's "The Picture of Taigong Fishing and Guarding": According to legend, hunting will make people deified: "It will be a great success, not a bear, and God will send your teacher to assist Chang." Sure enough, when I went hunting, I met Lu Shang on the bank of Wei River.

This sentence means that Wang Wen Xiong Fei's dream happened by accident. 8. Since Teacher Wenying came on the stage, sit aside.

-Interpretation of Han Yu's "Listening to a Smart Teacher Playing the Piano": After listening to your piano, it is soft and hard, which makes people sit up and make people feel depressed. 9, teacher, so preaching, teaching, and confusing.

-Interpretation of Tang Hanyu's "Teacher's Theory": Ancient scholars must have teachers. A teacher is a person who teaches truth, studies and explains problems. 10, the higher the cation, the stronger the drillability.

-The Analects of Confucius? Interpretation of Zi Han: The more you look up, the more noble you feel; The more you learn, the more difficult it becomes.

3. What's the point of praising the teacher's poems? Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.

-(Tang) Du Fu's spring silkworm will weave until she dies, and tears will run out every night. -(Tang) Li Shangyin's Untitled is not a heartless thing, but turns into spring mud to protect flowers.

-(Qing) Gong Zizhen's "Yi Hai Miscellaneous Works" praised the teacher's famous saying: the teacher is the engineer of the human soul. -Stalin is tall and strong.

-"The Analects of Confucius Zi Han" Spring silkworms can weave until they die, and tears are exhausted every night-Li Shangyin's new bamboo is taller than the old bamboo, and it is all supported by veteran cadres. New students will be born next year, and 100 thousand dragons and grandchildren will go around Fengchi.

-[Qing] Zheng Xie No matter how proud a person has achieved, he must drink water and think of his source. Remember that his teacher sowed the first seed for his growth. Madame Curie.

4. Who knows that ancient poems praise teachers, and their meaning is untitled?

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! .

It's rare to have a chance to meet each other, but I can't bear to part with each other. In addition, the weather in late spring, the east wind is coming, which makes people 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 who dress up in front of the mirror in the morning are only worried 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 person's residence is not far from Penglai Mountain, but there is no road to cross, just out of my reach. I hope there will be a messenger like a bluebird to visit my lover and diligently deliver the message for me.

5. Praise the teacher's poem 1. I am a pupil in the world, and I thank my friends. -Wang Song Mai "Thanks to the Government for Giving Money"

Interpretation: The world is a teacher's student, and I am grateful for your appreciation.

2. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. -Don Li Shangyin "Untitled"

Interpretation: Spring silkworms spit silk until they die, and candles burn to ashes to drip dry teardrop wax oil.

3. Hsinchu is taller than the old bamboo branches, supported by veteran cadres. -Hsinchu of Xie

Interpretation: New bamboo is taller than old bamboo, and their growth depends entirely on old branches.

4, sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. -Tang Dynasty: Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night.

Commentary: With the gentle breeze, quietly enter the night. Fine and dense, nourishing everything on the earth.

5, your husband is full of peaches and plums, why not plant flowers in front of the hall. -Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi's "Planting Flowers in the Greenfield Hall in Gong Ling, Fenghe"

Commentary: Pei's Taoli disciples are all over the world. Where is it necessary to plant flowers in front of and behind the house?

6. Ask for a seven-character quatrain or seven-rhyme poem on Teacher's Day. 1 "The Wind and Gong Ling Green Leaf Hall Planting Flowers"

Tang Dynasty: 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?

The Green Field Hall is open, occupying the essence of everything. Passers-by said it was your father's home. Your father's students are all over the world. There is no need to plant flowers in front of the house.

2. Ji Hai's Miscellaneous Poems (5)

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.

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. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night

Tang Dynasty: 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.

Good rain knows the solar terms of rain, just when plants sprout and grow in spring. As the spring breeze quietly falls at night, it silently moistens everything in spring. On a rainy night, the field path was dark, and only the lights on the river boat flashed alone. Looking at the flowers soaked in rain at dawn, they are beautiful and red, and the whole Jinguan City has become a world of flowers and flowers.

4. Hsinchu

Qing Dynasty: Zheng Xie

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.

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.

5. "Five Poems about Historical Sites (2)"

Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

Decline: I am well aware of Song Yu's misery, romance and elegance. He is also my teacher.

Sad to see a thousand autumn, a tear, melancholy in different times, not at the same time.

His old home between mountains and rivers-empty works, empty sex platform-is certainly not imagined in the dream? .

The palaces of Chu were all destroyed, and the fishermen who showed them today are not sure.

Fallen leaves know Song Yuzhi's sorrow, and they are romantic and elegant, which is worthy of being my teacher. Looking back, I shed tears of sympathy, and my life experience was equally bleak. Unfortunately, I was born in different times. Jiangshan's hometown is still there, and it is really an absurd dream that sex is coming. The saddest thing is that the palace of the king of Chu has long since disappeared, and the boatman also pointed out that the ruins were suspicious.

7. To describe it with the teacher's poem 1, spring silkworms will weave until they die, and every night the candles will weep their wicks away.

(Li Shangyin's Untitled) 2. Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more. (Gong Zizhen's "Ji Hai Zashi") 3. The eyebrows are cold and the fingertips are cold, and the head is willing to be a scorpion cow.

(Lu Xun) 4. Do your best until you die. (Zhuge Liang) 5. Come with a heart, not a blade of grass.

(Tao Xingzhi) 6. If you want to eliminate disasters for saints, you are willing to decline and cherish the old. (Han Yu's "Moving Left to Languan to Show Grandnephew") 7. After picking flowers into honey, whoever works hard is sweet.

8, sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. 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? Ah, teacher, engineer of human soul, who is not praising 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! Teacher, your love has turned the desert into an oasis and made dead trees grow new buds! Teacher-you are like a drizzle in spring, nourishing flowers and irrigating the earth, while we are sucking the drizzle to grow.

Teacher-you are like a breeze in autumn, which blows the yellow land and awakens the rice. We have a bumper harvest. Teacher-in my dark life, you lit the brightest lamp for me; Teacher-you are the guide on my misty life; Teacher-you pointed out the direction for me in my rough life; Teacher-you gave me a pair of powerful wings, let me travel in the world of knowledge! Who-who led us into the spacious classroom and taught us a wealth of knowledge? It is you! Teacher! With your hard sweat, you have nurtured the tender seedlings that have just broken ground in spring.

Who-who educated naughty us into understanding and helpful people? It is you! Teacher! Your care is like a warm spring breeze, which warms our hearts. Who is it-to train young people into mature and sensible teenagers? It is you! Teacher! Your protection makes us grow up healthily.

The autumn season is fruitful. You have worked hard! Teacher! People who work hard in the heat and cold.

You have worked hard! Teacher! Dedicate youth to nothingness. We pay high tribute to you! -You have worked hard, teacher! -I hope I can help you. ps: I hugged it elsewhere.