Praise the teacher's Mongolian verse

Mongolian poems about teachers 1. Poems about teachers

Praise the teacher's poem: Spring silkworms will keep spinning until they die, and candles will cry dry 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 Teachers are not only disseminators of knowledge, but also models. -[America] Bruner is honest and does not give orders; His body is not straight, although he disobeys.

Confucius has charted a bright road for others, and he must shine himself. This is the greatest happiness of mankind. -[The former Soviet Union] dzerzhinsky paid more attention to learning than to respecting teachers.

-Tan Sitong, an ancient scholar, must be strict with the teacher and then respect him. -Ouyang Xiu, an ancient holy king, never disrespected his teacher.

-Lv Buwei is a teacher for a day and a father for life. -Guan Hanqing is not as good as a teacher.

-Yang Xiong saint impermanence division. -teacher Han Yu is easy to meet, but the teacher is hard to meet.

-Sima Guang is not a teacher in the world, so he benefits from this. -Liu Zongyuan Scholars must seek teachers and teachers.

-Cheng Yi Learning is expensive, and making friends is also expensive. -Tang Zhen is a teacher, so he preaches, teaches and dispels doubts.

-On Teacher Tang Hanyu.

2. Complete poems about teachers

Untitled time is a long time before I met her, but it has been even longer since Tang Li Shangyin 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! .

"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.

For reference.

3. Poems about teachers

1. Teacher, you are like a red candle, burning yourself and illuminating others.

2. Teacher, you are like a spring silkworm, spitting the silk thread of wisdom and weaving knowledge.

3. Once a teacher, always a father.

Teacher, you are like a gardener, cultivating the flowers of the motherland.

If you are water, we are fish, and we cannot live without you.

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

A veritable teacher

Give one's last loyalty

Teach students in accordance with their aptitude and set an example.

Ten years of trees, a hundred years of people, tireless teachers and friends, peaches and plums all over the world, do their duty.

Praise the teacher's poem

Remember that your hands are covered with powder.

I remember your kind teaching.

I remember your new silver hair.

Because of you, many students can become talents.

Because of you, the world will be so civilized

Teacher, you are a bright light.

4. Poems about teachers

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, 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 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.

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!

5. Ancient poems about teachers' poems

1. Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud to protect flowers.

2. In spring, silkworms will weave until they die, and every night candles will drain the wick "untitled".

3. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"

Don't say anything about peaches and plums, but learn from others. Historical records and biographies of Li.

5. Once a teacher, always a father.

6. Your husband is full of peaches and plums, so why plant flowers in front of the hall to serve your husband?

7. The crane sends silver silk to reflect the sun and the moon, and the heart is full of blood.

8. Hsinchu is taller than the old bamboo branches, and it depends on the support of veteran cadres.

Famous saying:

1, teacher, so preach and teach. -Tang Hanyu's theory.

2. Once a teacher, always a father. -Yuan. Hanqin Guan

Learning is more important than respecting teachers. -Tan Sitong revised the articles of association of Liuyang Arithmetic Museum

A gentleman is a teacher and a friend. -"Xunzi, cultivate one's morality"

5. Learning from illness depends on respecting teachers. -Lu Chunqiu, advise school.

6. Teacher or father. -"Lv Chunqiu, Persuade Learning"

7. Respect teachers, regardless of rank. -"Lv Chunqiu, Persuade Learning"

8. When studying classics, don't be eager for quick success and instant benefit, followed by long gifts. (classic: way. Good at: those who love to teach you, ask for advice humbly. Long Rites: Respect for Rites and Righteousness)-"Xun Zi Persuades Learning"

9. The kindness of a master is more important than heaven and earth, and more important than parents. -Jin Gehong's diligence.

10, the country will be prosperous and the heart will respect the teacher. -"Xunzi Outline"

1 1, in a threesome, there must be a teacher, choose the good one and follow it, and change the bad one. -The Analects of Confucius

12, the gift of a paragraph, everything is a teacher. -Liang Qichao's Introduction to China's Historical Research Methods

13. Respect teachers and attach importance to teaching, and strive for self-improvement in study style. -Kang Youwei's "A Speech in Zhejiang"

14, the foundation of goodness lies in teaching, and the foundation of teaching lies in the teacher. -[Song] Li Gou's "Wide Money Tree"

6. What poems describe the teacher?

Poems about teachers:

1, the group is steep and green, and the year is not remembered. 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. -Li Bai's Seeking Harmony, Respecting Teachers and Living in Seclusion

2. 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. -Anonymous "Four Musts, Unforgettable Teacher"

3, for the country, for the family and for the people, the wind, the sun and the rain. Blue sea, blue sky and white clouds, the sun, the moon and the stars will accompany you all your life. -Six poems by Tian Jingsha Huilan Pavilion, anonymous.

4. Words are carefully scrutinized and need a lot of chewing. Half an acre of square pond is full of running water, so it takes great pains to raise new seedlings. -Anonymous "Thinking about Writing on the blackboard"

5, there is nowhere in the void, as if it were like glass. No matter who reaches the realm of poetry, Zen has gone beyond poetry. -Shang Liu's Return to the Teacher

6, East Palace white bastard, South Fourth Hospital Zen master. Seeing each other in the distance, there is nothing in my heart. -Bai Juyi's Far Teacher

7, sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. -Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"

8. Dare to say and do, and have no regrets. The storm thundered and thundered, and the eyebrows were raised. Who else in the world? -Anonymous "Six Poems by Wang Bencheng of Tianjingsha"

9. Be upright and do things aboveboard. Bringing together heroes from all sides, we will make a name for ourselves and make the world mine. -Anonymous "Six Pictures of Shaguanzhong in Jing Tian"

10, Hsinchu is higher than the old bamboo branches, and it is all supported by old cadres. New students will be born next year, and ten dragons and grandchildren will go around Fengchi. -Anonymous "Hsinchu"

1 1, the jade pot keeps the ice heart, and the brush writes the teacher's soul. 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. -Anonymous "Bing Xin"

12, Lvyetang occupies the property, and passers-by point fingers. 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 of Gong Ling in Fenghe"

13, teaching children and teaching women, half a generation has worked hard. White hair, sweet milk for life. -anonymous "silkworm teacher"

14, falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud will protect flowers more. -Gong Zizhen's Ji Hai Miscellaneous Poems

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

16, a respected, learned and valuable hero. The weather, location and people are harmonious, and the pen is amazing. -Anonymous "Six Poems by Kuang Huan, Teacher of Tianjingsha"

17, if you want to eliminate disasters for saints, you are willing to decline and cherish the old. -Han Yu's "Moving to the Left to Show Grandnephew")