Send flowers on teachers' day

Tangluoyin

No matter underground or on the mountain, where there are flowers in full bloom, there are bees busy.

After picking flowers into honey, who will work hard for whom and who will be sweet?

2. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night

Don 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.

3. Ji Hai's miscellaneous poems are disturbed by worries and forgotten by day.

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.

4. "Fenghe Gong Ling Lvyetang Planting Flowers"

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?

5. "Untitled"

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 when the torch turns to ashes, tears will flow dry.

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.

Not far from her charming mountain, oh, bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .

6. Six poems on patio sand with a long history.

Desire for talent, sky, land and sea.

I've been busy for half my life, and now I'm sailing,

Yao Lu Mountain is high in water.

7. "Four Necessary and Unforgettable Teachers"

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.

8. "Six Poems of Yi Xian in Tianjingsha"

Keep an eye on the Wan Li world, and have an infinite future.

The world was shocked by this prodigy who returned to Yaotai.

9. Ji Hai's miscellaneous poems

Qing palace zizhen

Only the great explosive power of lightning can make the land of China exude vitality, but the social and political situation is not angry, but a kind of sadness.

I advise God to cheer up and not stick to certain norms to belittle more people.

Hsinchu 10

thank

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.

1 1, reward teachers.

Don

There is nowhere in the void, like glass.

No matter who reaches the realm of poetry, Zen has gone beyond poetry.

12, Yuan

Tang Bai Juyi

East palace white bastard, South Temple Zen master.

Seeing each other in the distance, there is nothing in my heart.

13, Seeking Harmony, Respecting Teachers and Living in Seclusion

Tang Libai

The mountain peak is steep, and Capricorn's day is free from the memory of that year.

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.

14, Spring Silkworm

It takes half a generation to teach children and daughters.

White hair, sweet milk for life.

15, such as Dream of Yao Tai

Like a dream, I know the jade girl is coming.

The singer is far away, and the flowers are lingering.

Laugh at my leisure three times and miss you seven times.

With red leaves, there are countless poems and wines.

2. Poem about Teachers' Day 1, Bee-Luo Yin in Tang Dynasty

Bee, you harvest flowers to make nectar. Who has worked hard and who wants to taste the sweetness?

After bees gather all the flowers together to make honey, I wonder, who will enjoy the honey, and who will the bees work for?

2. Five miscellaneous poems by Ji Hai in Qing Dynasty-Gong Zizhen

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.

Flowers falling from branches are not heartless things, but turn into spring soil, which can also play a role in cultivating the next generation.

3. Bai Juyi planted flowers in Fengye and Gong Ling Lvyetang in Tang Dynasty.

Your father is full of peaches and plums, so why plant a variety of flowers in front of the hall?

Pei Gongling's students are all over the world. Where is it necessary to plant flowers in front of the door?

4. "Four Wonders, Unforgettable Teachers"-Modern Anonymous

Deep friendship is always in the dream of the soul, and deep kindness is always in the heart.

I haven't seen you often since I left, but my deep affection for you reminds me of you all the time. I will never forget your kindness to my education.

5. Hsinchu-Zheng Banqiao in Qing Dynasty

New bamboo is taller than old bamboo, and their growth is supported by old branches.

Hsinchu is taller than the old bamboo, and its growth depends entirely on the old branches. Shine on you is better than Blue, and the growth of new forces needs the active support of the older generation.

The best answer to the famous poem about Teacher's Day is that silkworms in spring are spinning until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.

(Untitled by Li Shangyin) Li Tao is speechless, and the next one is a dead end (idiom). Li Tao is all over the world. (Going out is unlucky) 1, your job is today, but you are building the motherland's tomorrow; 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. ★★★★ Praise the teacher's poem1:★★★★★ Four spring rains prepare for a rainy day, and several autumn rains wash the gap.

Black hair and frost weave the sun and the moon, and chalk writes the spring and autumn without words. Before the spring is old, the silk spits, and the candle tears turn into gray and autumn is thicker.

Peach and plum are sown in three thousand gardens in spring, and Qiu Lai is rich in China fruits. I love my teacher. A teacher is like a red candle, which ignites the fire in the students' hearts, but burns itself until the red candle turns to ashes.

Teachers, like gardeners, feed our flowers, but work hard for themselves until their physical strength is exhausted. We must become the pillars of the country when we grow up! The teacher is so selfless! Ah! Teacher, we love you! ★★★★ Praise the teacher's poem 3: ★★★-Teacher, hard work-lead us into the spacious classroom and teach 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 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! ★★★★ Praise the teacher's poem 4: ★★★★ 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. ★★★★★★ Praise the teacher's poem 5: ★★★★★★★ You give a flower, I give a flower, let's make a big wreath and give it to 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. Praise the teacher's poem 6: September, 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. 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. Because of you, the world is so civilized. You are a bright light to find your tutor for the lost children. You are an angel. Praise the teacher. Psalm 8: Praise the teacher for getting gold from life for others. You can only get flowers. Your gold is the morning sun. Your money is yours.

4. Poems about Teachers' Day ★★★★ Poems praising teachers1:★★★★★ Four spring breezes and several autumn rains washed the gap.

Black hair and frost weave the sun and the moon, and chalk writes the spring and autumn without words. Before the spring is old, the silk spits, and the candle tears turn into gray and autumn is thicker.

Peach and plum are sown in three thousand gardens in spring, and Qiu Lai is rich in China fruits. I love my teacher. A teacher is like a red candle, which ignites the fire in the students' hearts, but burns itself until the red candle turns to ashes.

Teachers, like gardeners, feed our flowers, but work hard for themselves until their physical strength is exhausted. We must become the pillars of the country when we grow up! The teacher is so selfless! Ah! Teacher, we love you! ★★★★ Praise the teacher's poem 3: ★★★-Teacher, hard work-lead us into the spacious classroom and teach 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 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! ★★★★ Praise the teacher's poem 4: ★★★★ 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. ★★★★★★ Praise the teacher's poem 5: ★★★★★★★ You give a flower, I give a flower, let's make a big wreath and give it to 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. Praise the teacher's poem 6: September, 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. 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. Because of you, the world is so civilized. You are a bright light to find your tutor for the lost children. You are an angel. Praise the teacher. Psalm 8: Praise the teacher for getting gold from life for others. You can only get flowers. Your gold is the morning sun. Your money is yours. You are a gardener, shedding hard sweat and shining; Ah! Teacher-you trained me to be an adult and let me shine for the motherland; Ah! Teacher-you taught me how to be a man, and your hard work flows in my blood! Teacher, who led us into the spacious classroom with difficulty and taught us rich 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! Miss the gardener. Everything that has passed will become a kind of nostalgia ―― teacher, I miss my middle school days, I miss my alma mater, I miss you ... If time can go back, let me go back to my student days ―― dear teacher, how much I want to listen to your earnest teachings again ... After a long time, your voice always rings in my ears; Your figure often appears in front of my eyes; Your teachings, in my heart forever ... Life is an endless road, and I am walking.

5. Poems about Teachers' Day 50 poems praising teachers 1

Four degrees of spring breeze,

Several autumn rains washed away the gap.

Black hair and frost weave the sun and the moon,

Chalk has no words to write spring and autumn.

Spring blossoms,

Candle tears turn to ashes, and autumn is stronger.

Spring sowing peaches and plums in 3,000 gardens,

Qiu Lai, China is rich in fruits.

Poems praising the teacher 2

I love my teacher.

Teachers are like red candles,

It ignited the fire in the students' hearts.

But it burned itself,

Until the red candle turns to ashes.

Teachers are like gardeners,

Grow flowers,

But I work hard for myself,

Until the physical strength is exhausted.

When we grow up, we must become the pillars of the country.

Ah! The teacher is so selfless!

Ah! Teacher, we love you!

Poem 3 praising the teacher

September, as scheduled.

Therefore, the world is brilliant.

We sing September,

Because this is your eternal festival.

We remember September,

Because this is our sincere confession.

September is an emotional cup,

We hold it high with our hands.

In sincere wishes,

Please drink.

September music has been played,

Please accept our gift in September.

All the teachers who are struggling on the education front.

Poem 4 praising the teacher

I remember your hands were 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.

Find a home for the lost children

Teacher, you are an angel.

Ode to teachers

Others get gold from life.

You can only get flowers.

Your gold is the morning sun.

Your silver is the moon of the fifteenth.

But you still whistle happily.

Your pride is the fragrance of peaches and plums

Zan gardener

The golden autumn wind is cool, and the sound of reading is bright.

The students are beautiful and keep silent about the teacher's feelings.

Red candle bleeding and sweating, four modernizations education elite.

The garden is full of peaches and plums, and carols praise the gardener.

Ode to teachers

Others get gold from life.

You can only get flowers.

Your gold is the morning sun.

Your silver is the moon of the fifteenth.

But you still whistle happily.

Your pride is the fragrance of peaches and plums

6. Poems about Teachers' Day: Five quatrains by Tang Juyi

East palace white bastard, South Temple Zen master.

Seeing each other in the distance, there is nothing in my heart.

Wu Jue rewards teacher Shang.

There is nowhere in the void, like glass.

No matter who reaches the realm of poetry, Zen has gone beyond poetry.

Jade pot with ice in its heart

Zhu Bi wrote the soul of a teacher.

As earnest as a father's language.

Talk like friends and relatives.

A few lines of light words

Make a deep impression on life

The hope of the latecomers

Report success to the master

Untitled

Author: 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! .

Ode to the teacher

Four degrees of spring breeze,

Several autumn rains washed away the gap.

Black hair and frost weave the sun and the moon,

Chalk has no words to write spring and autumn.

Spring blossoms,

Candle tears turn to ashes, and autumn is stronger.

Spring sowing peaches and plums in 3,000 gardens,

Qiu Lai, China is rich in fruits.

Six poems by Tianjingsha

1. A long historical map

Become a pillar of talent,

Sky, land and sea.

Running around half my life,

Sailing again today,

Yao Lu Mountain is high in water.

2. Teacher Kuang Huanxue

Highly respected, knowledgeable,

Look at heroes.

Right time, right place and right person,

Use a pen like a demon,

It's amazing.

3. Wang Bencheng

Dare to say, dare to do,

No complaints, no regrets.

Storms and thunder,

Exhale, raise your eyebrows,

Who is this world except me?

4. Huilan Pavilion

For the country, for the family, for the people,

Wind, sun and rain.

Blue sea, blue sky and white clouds,

The sun, the moon and the stars,

With the pursuit of a lifetime.

5. Guan Zhongtu

Be honest,

Do things aboveboard.

Bring together heroes from all sides,

A famous teacher,

The world is in my hands.

6. One-line diagram

Thinking about Wan Li,

Look at the infinite future.

A genius,

Back to Yaotai,

Heaven and earth are stunned.

Four degrees of spring breeze,

Several autumn rains washed away the gap.

Black hair and frost weave the sun and the moon,

Chalk has no words to write spring and autumn.

Spring blossoms,

Candle tears turn to ashes, and autumn is stronger.

Spring sowing peaches and plums in 3,000 gardens,

Qiu Lai, China is rich in fruits.

Learning is not as good as learning. Yang Xiong.

Saint impermanence teacher. -Han Yu

Teachers are easy to meet, but teachers are hard to meet. -Sima Guang

There is no ancient holy king who doesn't respect teachers. Lv Buwei.

There is no teacher in the world, and the old road benefits from this. -Liu Zongyuan

Scholars must seek teachers, and teachers are essential. -Cheng Yi.

Once a teacher, always a father. -Guan Hanqing

Learning to get a teacher is expensive, but getting friends is also expensive. —— Tang Zhen

Learning is more important than respecting teachers. -Tan Sitong

Ancient scholars must have been strict with teachers before respecting them. —— Ouyang Xiu

Nothing is expensive, nothing is cheap, nothing is long, nothing is short, the Tao exists, and the teacher exists. -Han Yu

There must be a teacher in a threesome; Choose the good and follow it, change the bad. -Confucius

7. Ancient poems about Teachers' Day. The recommendation of ancient poems about Teachers' Day;

Ji Hai's Miscellaneous Poems (V) Author: 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.

I was full of sadness, and the sun set. From then on, I traveled around the world with a whip. Falling flowers still have feelings and intentions, and turn into spring mud to cultivate new flowers.

Appreciate:

Ji Hai's Miscellaneous Poems ***3 15. Jihai refers to the year of Qing Daoguang 19 (1839). One year before the Opium War, Gong Zizhen resigned from his post and went south to meet his family. On the way back and forth between north and south, he wrote a set of huge poems. This article is selected from the fifth article of Ji Hai Zashi. At that time, the author resigned angrily and left his relatives and friends, full of worries. It is really a "mighty departure".

The word "mighty" not only expresses sadness, but also contains all kinds of complicated thoughts and feelings, such as dissatisfaction with the society at that time, anger against the politicians, and concern about people's lives. At the same time, we can imagine that the author left when he resigned.

"It clears up in the daytime" means that the author returns to the south with sadness, because the sadness is trapped in his chest, so he feels that time passes quickly and the sun will set before he knows it. The choice of "daytime" instead of "sunset" coincides with the author's mood at that time, and also metaphor the social reality of the country's gradual decline at that time.

"Singing Whip" refers to the poet's whip, and "East Finger" refers to the destination of this trip-hometown (Zhejiang). "Tianya" is still far from home. From this sentence, we can imagine that in the evening, the poet stood on horseback, facing his hometown, looking forward to writing poems with mixed feelings. What is the poet thinking at this time? Want to fall in love and protect flowers.

"Falling red" means falling flowers. The original intention of the whole sentence is that the petals falling from the tree are not heartless things, but adhere to the surface, rot into mud, turn into spiritual souls, and raise the spring flowers of the year. The author compares himself to the circular law of nature, saying that although he resigned, he would still care about the future and destiny of the country.

This philosophical remark conveyed the poet's commendable spirit of "seeking politics even if he is not in his place", showed the poet's unparalleled determination, and became a famous sentence throughout the ages, inspiring many people to "sit on an old horse and have a thousand miles of ambition."

Extended data:

Gong Zizhen (1792 August 22nd-1841September 26th), whose name is Wan Ding. Han nationality, Zhejiang Renhe (now Hangzhou) people. In his later years, he lived in Yushan Pavilion in Kunshan, also known as Yushan people. Thinker, poet, writer and reformist pioneer in Qing Dynasty.

Gong Zizhen used to be cabinet secretary, director of Zongrenyuan and director of etiquette department. He advocated abolishing graft and resisting foreign aggression, and once fully supported Lin Zexu to ban opium. He resigned at the age of 48 and returned to the south. The following year, he died in Yunyang College, Danyang, Jiangsu. His poems advocated "changing the law" and "changing the painting", exposed the corruption of the Qing rulers, and were full of patriotic enthusiasm. They were praised by Liu Yazi as "the first class in three hundred years".

He is the author of Shi Dingji, with more than 300 articles and nearly 800 poems. Today's collection is the complete works of Gong Zizhen. There are 350 famous articles and Ji Hai's miscellaneous poems. Many works of praise and allegory.

Baidu encyclopedia gong zizhen

8. What are the poems for Chinese teachers on Teachers' Day? 1. untitled time was long before I met her, but it was longer than we were apart. Tang: Li Shangyin, time was long before I met her, but it was longer than we were apart. The east wind started and a hundred flowers blossomed.

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! . 2. "The Fifth Miscellaneous Poem of Jihai" is clear: Gong Zizhen is far away from the sun, and the whip refers to the end of the world.

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. 3. "Hsinchu" Qing Dynasty: Hsinchu in Zheng Xie is higher than the old bamboo branches, supported by veteran cadres.

New students will be born next year, and ten dragons and grandchildren will go around Fengchi. 4. "The Wind and Planting Flowers in Gong Ling Lvyetang" Tang Dynasty: Baijuyi Lvyetang occupies five flowers, and passers-by refers to Gong Ling.

Your father is full of peaches and plums, so why plant a variety of flowers in front of the hall? 5. "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" Tang Dynasty: Du Fu knew the rainy season, which happened in spring.

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.