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Qingshan is still smiling in the spring breeze, and the whole poem is last year and today in this door, the peach blossoms on the human face are red. The face of the person does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze. From the Tang Dynasty poet Cui Hu's title capital city Nanzhuang.

It means that last spring, in this door, the girl's face reflected the bright peach blossoms. When I came here again today, the girl didn't know where to go, only the peach blossoms were still there, smiling and blooming in the spring breeze.

Qingshan is still smiling in the spring breeze is a ** name, which is a book published by Chinese Publishing House on October 1, 2009, and the author is An Siyuan. The book mainly tells the story of the female protagonist who has waited for thousands of years to find the male protagonist, but she really doesn't know who the person she is looking for is.

Background of creationThe time of the poem's creation is not clearly recorded in the historical records. The Tang Dynasty Meng Di's ability poem and the Song Dynasty Taiping Guangji recorded this poem's ability. Cui Hu went to Chang'an to participate in the Jinshi examination and failed, in the southern suburbs of Chang'an, he met a beautiful girl, and the following year the Qingming Festival revisited this woman did not meet, so he wrote this poem.

This account is quite legendary, and its authenticity is difficult to be confirmed by other historical materials.

Introduction: The beautiful boy in black clothes stood on the side of the purple bamboo hunger key, looked up at the sky, looked at the clouds, looked at the wind, looked at the rain, looked at the moon and looked at the stars, this head looked up, and it was ...... for a hundred yearsThe purple bamboo has become a fine and has become our natural Wu Xian Du heroine laughing spring breeze. The beautiful boy invited the spring breeze to cultivate with him to become a demon, but he didn't have the slightest bit of hard work as a heroine.

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Qingshan is still smiling in the spring breeze, this is the ** that I have seen and has a deep impression, and now I use it as a question to talk about Teacher's Day in my mind.

The big waves wash the sand, and the green mountains are still the same. The three-foot podium, gushing endlessly, is threaded. The small realm, the small body, and even some thin figures support the world of thirst for knowledge.

China's cramming education does make students miserable, thinking is bound to the circle delineated by the school or parents, and there can be no slightest transgression, otherwise it is unfilial piety and stubborn monkeys, but it has to be said that teachers spend most of their lives on their students, conscientious and tireless. You may be well-behaved and hardworking, you may be naughty, and the teacher's eyes are a group of cute and laughable children, who teach what they know, write, think, and think, and only hope that their students can go further step by step, so that the pure desire is indelible, of course, some teachers or schools who only engage in selfish interests and do not care about the good and evil of human nature and have destroyed their conscience are another matter, after all, I have only seen it on TV news, and I can't make an accurate evaluation without personal experience.

I think I'm still lucky, the teachers I've met since I was a child are all very good, the Hedong Lion in elementary school, Shasha in junior high school, Lao Wu and Brother Monkey, the teachers in high school are even more styled, the aura is strong and the heart is soft BM, the little sun muse, the big brother and keep messy Brother Feng [or Brother Feng], the sharp private and gentle Xiao Gong, the aunt is more yellow than most of the boys in the class, and the soot lady ......... is more yellow than most of the boys in the classIndescribable nostalgia, inexhaustible complexes. Today, September 10th, is the people's teacher's day, and it is also a memorable day. My own aunt is a teacher, and I got up in the morning to send blessings, and I didn't know how happy I was to learn that I was the first to bless her, and I contacted the teachers of junior high school and high school to make an appointment to meet during the winter vacation, and I couldn't help but look forward to it.

Three years and three years, batches of students came and went, just like a drama that had been performed for three years, ending and leaving, whether you were happy or reluctant, everyone went to different battlefields, without hesitation, and the teachers stayed in place forever, just like the mountain, standing still.

The Yangtze River is only willing to do their best to pave a broad road for their students, the front is thorny or bumpy, or flowers bloom everywhere, they always take the lead, no regrets, no matter how many years have passed, they still remember their vows when they stood on the podium, the mountains are as magnificent as the sea, the spring breeze and rain and moisturize things silently, generation after generation, the original intention has never changed.

The school is my second family, teachers and classmates are equivalent to family, most of the time spent in the study era is spent here, joy and warmth, not to mention in detail, in this special festival, I wish the world teachers a happy holiday, always great, I wish the world's students success, happiness and health. At the same time, I also hope that the motherland's educational undertaking will be improved and will become better and better.

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