Ask for the basic knowledge test paper and answer of classical Chinese in the required new curriculum standard version of high school Chinese (1-5)

Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.

Peach and plum are all over the world, and children are all over the world.

There are many things to learn in life; There are many things to do in life. The person who teaches you to learn to do things all your life is a teacher.

There are many difficult things to do in life, and the most difficult thing is to be a man. The first person in the world to teach you to be a man is a teacher.

There are many things in life that you cherish. And when you pile snow on your temples and return to peace, you will know that the treasure in this treasure is sincerity. In this world, only teachers, only teachers, teach you sincerity.

Teachers' profession is not allowed to be false; The occupation of teachers does not include adulterers. Teaching people has a long heart, but grandstanding means nothing. All hypocrisy, ugliness, pursuit of fame, and harming others' interests are against teachers' ethics and are not allowed by the title of teacher.

Perhaps, your life has surpassed many ups and downs, stepped on countless steps, and finally stepped into glory and reached the peak. Please face the breeze and bright moon and reflect on yourself. Do you still remember, in every ditch, every step, there are several teachers holding you forward, carrying you to a high place to receive the scenery of the world.

On the road of every successful person, no one can count how many teachers' bodies have made paving stones for you to step on to open up the future. Lift your feet carefully, don't crush their hearts.

Perhaps, you are lamenting the mediocrity of your life and the injustice of fate: why does the wreath of glory always fall on others' heads, and only give loneliness, ruthlessness, misery and even misfortune their own names? Please also think for a long time. How many teachers have paid the same hard work for you, and even given you far more care than others, and tears filled your eyes for your tiny success. Even if you fail and fall, there are always mocking eyes and loving eyes around you.

Look at you. Those are the teacher's eyes. Whether you are brilliant or dim, you are the star in the teacher's heart. Please cheer up and don't break the teacher's heart!

It is not too much to compare a teacher to a mother, to compare a teacher to a ladder, to light others with red candles, and to try to spit out the last trace. If there is no teacher in this world, mankind will be in chaos forever. Teachers are the pillars of the sky, the spring rain that moistens the earth, and the endless army of mankind. If there is a profession in the world that specializes in suffering people and benefiting others, it is teachers, and no one is more sacred than them.

Whether you are white-haired or young, let's hold hands, bow down, sincerely bless all the teachers and say with tears, "Thank you, thank you!" " "

You are the brightest outside the window at night, the earliest on the road in the morning, and the most romantic on the three-foot platform. This is you-a glorious people's teacher!

As a people's teacher, you have nothing to ask but to impart knowledge to lovely students. There is nothing lovely about you, you just want to devote yourself to the cause you love. From youth to white hair, for decades, you have embarked on a beautiful life track with your loyalty to the party, the people and education!

The classroom is your home, the podium is your stage, the textbook is your lighthouse, and the students are your lovely children. Whenever the students of the new year arrive, you will extend your hands to welcome them, and the graduates will let you send them away with tears. Only by imparting knowledge to them can they swim in the ocean of knowledge, and only by teaching them how to be human can they make more contributions to society. You are a diligent gardener, looking forward to the flowers and the fragrance of peaches and plums in the garden! In a small classroom, you teach them how to write their own names, and you melt the whole world into their hearts. From scratch, from now on, groups of students are downloading handsome Mercedes-Benz horses with your help!

Small chalk is your hands, depicting the blueprint in your heart. The bell in class is the horn of your charge on your journey, leaving sweat behind you along the way. You will be happy for students' excellent grades, and you will patiently explain to students with poor grades. These are your children, and you can't bear to leave any of them behind. You forgot to eat and sleep for the children, you dedicated yourself to the children, and you gave your heart to them for the children. That's it, you burn yourself, that's it, you leave the light to everyone, you have no regrets, you are willing to pay!

How many days and nights have you been awake, and how many ups and downs. Leave the knowledge and give the wonderful things to others. This is you, my beloved people's teacher! You will give knowledge wings to a child who is learning English, and you will educate naughty students into useful people. All the joys and sorrows, laughter and gratitude will make you sweet forever.

Many years later, when you see the classmates around you, you will hold their hands one by one with excited tears and never let go for a long time. When you see what they have learned, you will give them encouragement. A small wish will let you see the fragrant peaches and plums, and a sincere word will make your heart eternal.

You are so selfless and regretless, and you burn yourself so much. When you look back on the past, you feel that your life's hard work and sweat have not been in vain, you will be proud of it, you will be honored by it, and you will say to everyone: I am proud, I am a people's teacher!

Untitled time was long before I met her, but it was longer than after we parted, and the east wind rose and flowers fell. 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 is no road from Pengshan to Bluebird. Listen! -Give me what she said! Praise the teacher. I remember your hands were covered with powder. I remember your kind teaching. I remember your new silver hair. Because of you, students can become talents. The world is so civilized because of you. Teacher, you are a bright light, and you have found a home for the children who have lost their way. You are the angel of September, dedicated to the teacher, and arrived as scheduled. Therefore, the world is brilliant. We sing September, because it is your eternal festival. We remember September because it was our sincere confession. September is an emotional cup. We hold high our sincere wishes with our hands. Please drink a toast. The music has been played in September, please accept our gifts in September, all the teachers who are struggling in the education front. The teacher praised others for getting gold from life. You can only get flowers. Your gold is the sunrise, your silver is the fifteenth moon, and you are still whistling happily. Your pride is the fragrance of peaches and plums. Celebrate Teachers' Day. It is you! Teacher! With your hard sweat, you have nurtured the tender seedlings that have just broken ground in spring. Who is it-educating naughty people into people who can help others? 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 can only help you here, old teacher-you are like a drizzle in spring, nourishing flowers and irrigating the earth, and we are also trying to suck the drizzle and grow. Teacher-you are like an autumn breeze, blowing the yellow land and calling for 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! You present a flower, I present a flower, let's weave a big wreath for my dear teacher and mother. It is you who gave the seeds, the warmth like sunshine; It was you who watered the seedlings with sweat. Your eyes are like bright stars, shining with charming brilliance; Your singing is like a clear spring, which brings joy to everyone. Wherever we go, always remember your feelings; No matter where we go. Always remember your words. Wherever we go, always remember your love; Wherever we go, it will be a flower of yours. The golden wind sends laughter, and the sweet-scented osmanthus floats. Today's teacher's holiday is coming again. Teachers have worked hard for our growth. We will never forget the teacher's love for us. Hello, teacher! People compare teachers to red candles, which illuminate others and burn themselves. People compare teachers to gardeners and cultivate peaches and plums all over the world. Teachers are the noblest career in the world. The teacher gave us ideal sunshine and wisdom sunshine. The teacher guided us to the path of sunny life. Teachers expect us to be the sun in the new century. The teacher's words moisten my heart like spring rain. The teacher watered our growth with the rain of knowledge. Gentle spring rain is the teacher's love for us. The teacher's words and deeds are like spring rain. The teacher is willing to be a green leaf and hold us up as red flowers. The teacher is a green leaf, willing to contribute silently. The green leaves symbolize that teachers are always young. When we bloom like flowers, we will never forget the kindness of green leaves. Teachers are like trees, with blue sky overhead and feet on the earth, silently benefiting the society. Teachers are big trees, bringing spring scenery to the world. The teacher sowed the seeds of hope and cultivated us into a forest. Young trees grow into pillars, never forgetting the gardener's cultivation. Yes, teachers' enthusiasm is like the sun, teachers' teaching is like spring rain, teachers' style is like green leaves, teachers' career is like a tree, and our teachers are good.