Praise the teacher s poems, about five crosses.

The lights in front of the teacher's window flickered silently, like a pearl of wisdom sprinkled into the sky, framing the world, a brilliant song of youth.

1. Find Master Yongzun to live in seclusion.

Tang Dynasty: Li Bai.

The group of steep blue skyscrapers, leisurely does not remember the year.

Dig the clouds to find the ancient road, lean on the stone and listen to the flowing spring.

The flowers are warm and the green cows are lying, and the pine is high and the white cranes are sleeping.

The language comes to the twilight of the river, and it is cold and smoky alone.

Translation: The peaks are steep and the sky is clear, and there is no need to remember the year when you are away from the world.

Push aside the thick clouds to find the ancient mountain road, and the strange trees listen to the flowing springs.

Green cows lie among the warm flowers, and white cranes sleep on the high pine branches.

I talked with Master Yongzun until the river was shrouded in twilight, and I had to walk down the cold mountain filled with smoke and clouds alone.

2. Yuanshi. Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi.

Donggong Bai Shuzi, Nansi Yuan Zen Master.

Where to see each other from afar, when there is nothing to do.

Translation: When will I, who is an official in the court, and Ziyuan, who is an official in the South Temple, meet again?

Probably until there are no worldly things in my heart.

3. Untitled: It's hard to say goodbye when you meet.

Li Shangyin in the Tang Dynasty.

It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, and the east wind is powerless.

The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry.

Xiaojing but the clouds and temples have changed, and the night chant should feel the cold moonlight.

There is no way to go to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent to visit.

Translation: The opportunity to meet is really rare, and it is even more difficult to part when we are separated, and it is also the late spring weather when the east wind is about to harvest, and the flowers are gone, which makes people even more sad. The silk is spit out when the spring silkworm is cocooned and dies, and the wax oil like tears can only drip dry when the candle is burned to ashes.

The woman looks in the mirror in the morning, only worried that her plump sideburns will change color and her youthful face will disappear. When a man can't sleep at night, he must feel the cold moon invading people. The other party's residence is not far from Penglai Mountain, but there is no road to pass, and it is impossible to reach.

I hope that a messenger like a blue bird will diligently visit my lover for me.

4. Fenghe ordered Gong Lvyetang to plant flowers.

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi.

Lvyetang opened and occupied Wuhua, and passers-by pointed out to the public house.

Let the peach and plum all over the world, why use the front of the hall to plant flowers.

Translation: The Green Field Hall is open and occupies the essence of all things, and passers-by say that it is Ling Gong's home, and Ling Gong's students are all over the world, so why plant flowers in front of the house.

5. Spring night rain.

Tang Dynasty Du Fu. Good rain knows the season, when spring happens.

Dive into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.

The wild trails are dark, and the river boats are bright.

Xiao looks at the red wet place, and the flowers are heavy in the official city.

Translation: Good rain seems to pick the hour and come in the spring when all things sprout. With the Japanese wind, it crept into the night.

Fine and dense, it moistens all things on the earth. Thick dark clouds shrouded the fields and paths, and only a little fishing fire on the fishing boat by the river radiated a ray of light, which was extraordinarily bright.

When the day dawns, the damp soil must be covered with red petals, and the streets and alleys of Jinguan City must also be a scene of thousands of purples and reds.

March 12, 2009... From the Han Dynasty onwards, the whole text was formed in the form of five-character poems with one sentence and one sentence, replacing the status of four-character poems and Chu Ci... Poems in praise of the Motherland&m

1. Teacher, you are the beacon.

You are my guiding angel.

Find a home for a disoriented child.

2. Because of you, students can become talents.

Because of you, the world is so civilized.

Teacher, you are a red candle that illuminates us, but you shed tears in your heart.

Teacher, you are a gardener, turning our ignorant saplings into towering trees with green trees little by little, and this tree planter is tired and bent over.

Teacher, this word, sacred and solemn.

It's a familiar read.

Allow me to say to you:

You've done a great job!

You offer a flower, I offer a flower, let's weave a big wreath and dedicate it to our dear teacher mother.

We all have to learn to dance and sing, okay.

1) Four spring breezes to prepare for the chasm, and several autumn rains to wash the gap.

Black hair accumulates frost and weaves the sun and moon, and chalk writes spring and autumn without words.

The silk spits out the spring and is not old, and the candle tears become gray and the autumn is thicker.

Three thousand peach and plum gardens are sown in spring, and fruits are full of fruit in autumn.

Teacher, it's hard work.

Who is it that brings the ignorant into the spacious classrooms and teaches us a wealth of knowledge?

It's you! Teacher!

With your hard sweat, you have nurtured the young seedlings that have just broken through the soil in spring.

Who is it - put the naughty us.

Educate people who are considerate and helpful to others?

It's you! Teacher!

Your care is like a warm spring breeze.

It warmed our hearts and minds.

Who is it - put the young us.

Cultivating into a mature and sensible teenager?

It's you! Teacher!

Your protection enlightens us to grow healthily.

It bears fruit in the golden autumn season.

You've done a great job! Teacher!

People who work hard in the sweltering heat and cold.

You've done a great job! Teacher!

People who dedicate their youth to nothing.

We salute you very much!

You've done a great job, teacher!

I can only help the teacher here.

Teacher, you are like the drizzle in spring, moistening the flowers and irrigating the earth, and we are sucking the drizzle and growing.

Teacher, you are like a breeze in autumn, blowing the yellow earth, calling for gold, and we have obtained the fruits of a bumper harvest.

Teacher, you have lit the brightest light for me on the dark path of my life;

Teacher - on my misty road of life, you are my guide;

Teacher - In my stumbling life, it was you who showed me the way forward;

Teacher, you have quietly eliminated a pair of powerful wings for me to swim in the world of knowledge!

Introduction: Teacher, if you are compared to a mussel, then the student is the sand in the mussel, you lick it, grind it, wash it with love, ...... itOver the years, the grains of sand have become pearls, shining brightly. The following is a short poem in praise of the teacher, welcome to enjoy.

People say; You are like a red candle, burning yourself and illuminating others.

People also say: you are a gardener, you work hard, you cultivate flowers.

I said, "You are the mother who has lost her life."

On the glorious festival of September.

We send our most sincere words to all teachers:

Happy Holidays, Teacher!

Facing the rising sun, you sow hope in the morning light;

With the moonlight, you work silently in the dark night.

No matter day or night, no matter how cold or hot it is.

You are a race against time, you are a race against knowledge.

In the journey of life, you have always believed in ---

The sky is high and the birds fly, and love to fight will win.

Teacher! Teacher, it's you--

Lead us into the temple of knowledge and send us to the other side of success.

You warm the hearts of every classmate with fire-like emotions, countless hearts are pulled and stirred by you, and even your back is condensed with hot gaze ......

You are not an actor, but you attract our hungry eyes;

You are not a singer, but you let the fountain of knowledge tinkle and sing charming songs;

You are not a sculptor, but you are shaping the soul ...... of young peopleTeacher, how could I forget you!

The name engraved on the wooden board may not be immortal, and the name engraved on the stone may not be immortal;

Teacher, your name is engraved in our minds, Teacher, your kindness is engraved in our hearts, and this is truly eternal!

It's you. Set the sleeping streets on fire.

So, the sound of reading.

Woke up the sun.

It also woke up people from all walks of life.

It's you. Erase the mistakes from us countless times.

In that immature heart.

Spread knowledge. Sow the truth.

It's you. Give yourself like a spring silkworm.

Spit it out. Weave a splendid future for us.

Weave a splendid world.

The parents of the one who gave birth to me.

Enlighten our teacher.

More than 10 years of blessings.

How can I not sing in praise of you?

A selfless and uncomplaining teacher of the people.