Desperate for some poems in praise of the teacher!

Dear Teacher:

The teacher's name is Fengmei, and the Huantai people are the pillars of the Xiuwen School and the model of the teacher. I have been taught by the teacher for more than one year, and I have been deeply taught by the teacher, and my knowledge has grown day by day, and I am very fortunate to have it.

The teacher has been teaching for nearly 20 years, educating countless people, and it can be said that the peach forest is full of the world. The teacher is talented, full of economy, conscientious and conscientious, and forgets to sleep and eat. Treating students as if they were children, they still worked despite illness, causing their voices to be hoarse and almost lose their voice.

Such painstaking efforts and being a teacher are just as described in Li Shangyin's poem "Untitled": the spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry. Only by studying hard and growing up healthily can we fulfill the wishes of our teachers.

If the teacher is like this, what more can the husband ask for!

I am a beginner in ancient Chinese, try to write it, gentlemen, please do not laugh, a lot of advice, I am very grateful.

1, "Spring Night Rain".

Don Du Fu. Good rain and wild know the season, when spring is happening.

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.

2, "Far Teacher".

Don Bai Juyi.

Donggong Bai Shuzi, Nansi Yuan Zen Master.

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

3. "The Rewarding Master" returns to the hall.

Don Liu Shang. There is no place in the void, and the leakage and concealment seem to be like glass.

Who arrives in the poetry realm, and the Zen heart passes the poem.

4. "Board Book Feeling" is omitted.

Anonymous. The words and sentences are carefully scrutinized, and it takes a lot of effort to chew them.

Half an acre of square pond long flowing water, vomiting ambition to raise new seedlings.

5, "Ice Heart".

Anonymous. The jade pot holds the ice heart, and the red pen writes the soul of the master.

The return hall is like a father's language, and Yin Yin is like a friend.

Light and a few lines of words, thick smearing a lifetime.

I hope that the latecomers will succeed in reporting to the master.

The poems in praise of the teacher are as follows:1, "Bee" Don Luo Yin.

Regardless of the flat land or the top of the mountain, the infinite scenery is occupied.

After picking a hundred flowers into honey, for whom is it hard and for whom is it sweet?

2, "Spring Night Rain" Tang 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.

3, "Jihai Miscellaneous Poems, Vast and Sorrowful Daytime Slope".

The vast and sorrowful day is slanting, and the whip points to the end of the world.

Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers.

4, "Fenghe Linggong Lvyetang Planting Flowers" Tang 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.

5, "Hsinchu" Qing Zheng Xie.

The new bamboo is higher than the old bamboo branches, and it all depends on the old stem for support.

Next year, there will be a new student, and the ten-zhang dragon grandson will surround the phoenix pond.

6, "Reward Master" Tang Liu Shang.

The void has no place, as if it were glass.

Who arrives in the poetry realm, and the Zen heart passes the poem.

7, "Seven Uniques: Unforgettable Teacher's Grace".

The meeting was too hurried, and the flowers in the school were red several times.

Friendship always exists in the soul dream, and deep gratitude is always in my heart.

8, "Tianjing Sand Six Songs, Yixian Map".

Mind the world and look to the infinite future.

swaying the genius of the world, re-ascending to Yaotai, the world was shocked.

9, "Jihai Miscellaneous Poems" Qing Gong Zizhen.

Kyushu is angry and thunderous, and all the horses are sad.

I advise the heavenly prince to be vigorous and reduce talents without sticking to one pattern.

1, "Bee" Don Luo Yin.

Regardless of the flat land or the top of the mountain, the infinite scenery is occupied.

After picking a hundred flowers into honey, for whom is it hard and for whom is it sweet?

2, "Spring Night Rain".

Don 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.

3, "Like a Dream Yaotai".

It's like a dream Yaotai, knowing that the jade girl is coming. The sheng singer is insignificant, and the flower shadow and moon are wandering.

Laugh at my idle three paths, and think of the seven sorrows. Flowing buds and red leaves, poetry and wine are too many glasses.

4, "Silkworm Division".

Godson and daughter, hard work for half a generation.

Full of gray hair, sweet milk for life.

5. "Untitled".

Don Li Shangyin.

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.

Penglai has no way to go, and the blue bird is diligent to visit.

First, let the public peach and plum all over the world, why use the front of the hall to plant flowers. ——Tang Bai Juyi, "Fenghe Linggong Planting Flowers in Luyetang".

Translation: Ling Gong's students are all over the world, so why plant flowers in front of the house.

Second, the spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns into ashes and tears begin to dry. - Don Li Shangyin, "Untitled".

Translation: The silk is not spit out until the spring silkworm is cocooned and dies, and the wax oil like tears can only drip dry when the candle is burned to ashes.

3. After picking a hundred flowers into honey, who works hard for whom it is sweet. —Don Royin, "The Bee".

Translation: Bees, you have collected all kinds of flowers to make nectar, for whom do you pay for the hardship, and who do you want to let taste the sweetness?

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

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

Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers.

Teachers are not only disseminators of knowledge, but also role models. — United States] Bruner is upright and does not give orders; His body is not right, although he does not obey orders. - Confucius illuminates the way for others, and he must shine the light himself—this is the greatest happiness of man. — Dzerzhinsky.

For learning, it is more important to respect the teacher. —Tan Sitong.

The scholars of the ancients must be strict with their teachers, and the teachers will be strict and then the Taoists. - Ouyang Xiu.