1. "Writing about Orchids"
Ming Jing Fluttering
The orchid is a species of deep forest, but also the fragrance of the valley.
It is not because of the tight wind, how can we go through the Xiaoxiang.
2, "The top of the mountain wonderful incense"
Qing - Zheng Banqiao
In the top of a thousand mountains on the head of the deep rocks and deep crevices of the wonderful incense thick.
The clouds are not idle under the feet, and they don't know each other, and they don't stay.
3. "Orchids"
Ming Xue net
I love the orchid is different from all the others, not the color charming spring sun.
I love the orchid, but I don't want the color to flatter the spring sun.
Under the deep forest in the west wind and the cold dew, no one can smell it.
The dew on the leaves seems to want to cry to people.
5. Orchids
Qing Dynasty - Qiu Jin
Nine fields are planted together and the quality is unique, the most suitable hairpin to help the beauty of the head.
Once from the Husband's son Linxuan Gu, shyly Wu vanbies fight colorful companions.
6. "The Orchid in the High Mountains"
Zheng Xie in the Qing Dynasty
This is the flower of a thousand years of chastity, and it does not seek to be heard of, but only to be smiled upon.
The woodcutter may be afraid to pass the way, but he will take a piece of the mountain to cover it.
2. Poems in praise of orchidsAixinjueluo. Xuan Ye "Autumn Orchid" Temple pots of flowers, orchids alone, the former known as the king of incense, but also to the square of the gentleman, because the title of the four rhymes.
Interpretation of the color of autumn orchids, cloth leaves, green. I love this king of incense, show flowers in the courtyard.
The light yellow color of the fragrance is scattered, and the quiet shadow follows the thin lattice. The first is the "The Sacrifice of the World", the "The Sacrifice of the World", the "The Sacrifice of the World".
Yunqi Bamboo Trees Are Very Mushy, and Orchids Fill the Mountain The paths of the mountains are twisting and turning, and the sound of the streams is heard everywhere. The path of the mountain is winding and winding, and the sound of the stream is heard everywhere. The bamboo is deep and cloudy, and the wood is ancient and dry.
Leaning on the threshold to listen to the crowing birds, climbing the cliffs to pick up the different fen. The first time I saw it, it was a very good one, and the second time I saw it, it was a very good one, and it was a very good one. It is not because of sewing that it can be used as a wearable, even if there is no one, it will also be fragrant.
Cheng Fan, "The Orchid is the fragrance of the king, fragrant in the breeze. It's not a good idea to have a good time, but it's a good idea to have a good time.
Cao 寅《冬兰》冬草漫寒寒碧，幽兰也作花。 It is as clear as a scholar of the valley, and as thin as a poet.
The first is a series of two of the most important of all, the first is the one with the most important of the most important of all. The wind and the shadow of the wind want to bonfires. Poems in Praise of Orchids Orchid Poems Ancient Style Tang Li Bai Lonely orchids in the garden, the grass **** turnover did not.
Although the sunshine spring sunshine, but sad high autumn moon. The first time I saw it, it was a very good one, and I was very happy to see it.
If there is no breeze blowing, for whom is the fragrance? (On the surface, the orchid is praised, but in fact, it shows that one's own ambition is high and far-reaching.)
The orchid was born in the valley and no one knew it, but the guest planted it in the East Garden and left me with its fragrance. I know that there is a fragrance that can relieve the filth, but I also feel sorry for the delicate leaves and the skillful frost.
Roots to the dense stone early fall fragrance, the bush leaning against the shade of the Peony afternoon. The first thing I want to do is to get the confederation under my belt, so I can see it in front of my eyes.
(Orchid is born in the valley, no one can see, a friend in the East Xuan planted some, to give me. Its fragrance can relieve the filth, and what is even more lovely is that its fine leaves can withstand the wind and frost.
Rooted in the dense stone edge of the fall early flowers, a clump of leaves against the bamboo have a noon shade. I want to get confederate herb with it *** under the hall, then you can often see the mood of the Chushu poem.
In praise of orchids.) Ibid Weeping dew and light are in disarray, and the shadow with the wind is slanting from itself.
The common people can't understand this, and it's better to look at the leaves than the flowers.
The orchid in the Yuan Yu Tonglu hand-cultivated orchid stamens two or three planted, warm sun and wind and the next day. When I sit for a long time, I don't know that the fragrance is in the room, but when I push the window, there are butterflies flying in.
(Praise for orchids.) Orchid Ming Liu Bowen The orchid, in the empty mountains, the beauty of the love of the invisible, cracked Su wrote between the bright window.
The orchid is in the empty mountain, the beauty loves it, but it is not visible. The orchid is so beautiful that it has grown old in the dew and the wind.
(Expressing the poet's own talent, but appearing to be far-reaching.) The first is a colorful orchid, and the second is an orchid, which is a beautiful grass, and the third is a flower.
The dew on the leaves seems to want to cry to people. （
The dew on the leaves seems to cry out to the people.)
Orchid Ming Sun Kehong empty valley has a beautiful person, suddenly hold a lonely. When the east wind brushes it, the fragrance is far away from the fragrance.
(Expresses the poet's lofty aspirations.) Orchid Ming Xue net I love the orchid is different from all the fragrance, not the color charming spring sun.
Under the deep forest in the west wind and cold dew, it smells good even if there is no one there. （The poet's innocence is expressed.)
Orchids two Ming Li Rihua Swallow mud want to fall wet condensation incense, Chuan Wan through the small butterfly busy. The orchid is a beautiful flower, but it's also a very beautiful flower.
The orchid is a strong advocate of chastity, and the blossoms do not discuss with me. The first time I saw it, I was so happy to see it, but I didn't want to see it again.
The orchid is a deep forest species, but also the fragrance of the valley. The first time I saw it, it was a very good one, but it was a very good one, and it was a very good one.
The orchid, Zheng Banqiao (鄭板桥), is a painting of the spring breeze is not worth the money, a branch of green jade and half a branch of Yan.
The top of the mountain is a wonderful fragrance, Zheng Banqiao, on the top of a thousand mountains, deep rocks and deep crevices, a wonderful fragrance. I am not a free spirit, but a free spirit, and I do not want to know if I am going to stay.
The orchid in the mountains, Zheng Banqiao, is the flower of a thousand years, and does not want to be heard, but only the smoke. It is a flower that does not want to be known, but only to be seen in the sky.
Painted Orchid Zheng Banqiao is on the top of a thousand mountains, and the scent is thick in the deep crevices of the rocks. I am not afraid of the clouds underneath my feet, I don't know where I am going, I don't know where I am going.
Raccoon Stream Sand Orchid It is as if the copper bottle has seen the dew, and the sparse flowers are cold and tame. The first time I saw it, it was a very good one, and I was very happy to see it.
And there is no leaf to help the wind mark, the broken heart of a set is a divorce. The first time I saw this is when I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
The orchid is the only one with the right fragrance, and it is famous in the city. The poem of Zhang Xueliang is a poem about the orchid, which is famous all over the world.
The orchid is a beautiful flower that is famous all over the world, and it has been in ten thousand homes. The evergreen fights against the cold, and the smile lasts through the summer.
A true gentleman among flowers, with elegance and grace. The orchid, Tang Cui Tu, is known as a secret plant, and its fragrance is only held in secret.
Since there is no gentleman to wear it, the fragrance of the country has not yet declined. The white dew is early, and the spring breeze is late.
It is not as good as the grass on the road! The orchids are very popular in the world, so I put them in a high hall.
The roots of the orchid are far away from its native place, and the rain and dew are out of season. Although it is loved and cared for, it is not the right way to raise it.
Winter frost and snow zero, green leaves are afraid of carving injury. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The four stanzas of the "Concentric Orchid" by Qian Qianyi (钱谦益) in the Qing Dynasty are about the time of picking the orchid after the new make-up is finished, and suddenly I saw a branch of the concentric orchid. The orchid is a very beautiful and beautiful thing, but it is also a very beautiful thing.
The orchid, Qiu Jin in the Qing Dynasty, is the only one of its kind in the nine fields, and it is most suitable for hairpins to help the beauty of people's heads. The orchid is the most suitable hairpin for the head of a beautiful woman.
3. Poems in praise of orchids
Orchid Full of bones and clear leaves, facing the wind and smiling at the back.
I wrote it with my own brush and ink, and it is my predecessor.
The leaves are half-faced with clouds, and the world is not all green. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and it was the first time I had ever seen it.
The first time I saw this, I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you.
Interpretation of the color of autumn orchids, cloth leaves, green. I love this king of incense, show flowers in the garden.
The light yellow color of the fragrance is scattered, and the quiet shadow follows the thin lattice. The first is the "The Sacrifice of the World", the "The Sacrifice of the World", the "The Sacrifice of the World".
"Yunqi Bamboo Trees Are Very Mushy, and Orchids Fill the Mountain" The mountain paths are twisting and turning, and the sound of the streams is heard everywhere. The path of the mountain is winding and winding, and the sound of the stream is heard everywhere. The bamboo is deep and cloudy, and the wood is ancient and dry.
Leaning on the threshold to listen to the crowing birds, climbing the cliffs to pick up the different fen. The first time I saw it, it was a very good one, and the second time I saw it, it was a very good one, and it was a very good one. The first time I saw it, it was a very good one, and I was very happy to see it.
Zhu Yizun, "Mrs. Gu's Painting of Orchids" The blue house is empty, the past Xizhou said Xie Gong. The color of the grass in Qinhuai is still there, and the sunset is red with the color of the light lace.
Wang Shishen's "Painting of Orchids by Lady Feng" beggars have been blessed with the beauty of the artist's pen, and the shadow of the Jade Pond's clear light. The first time I saw this, it was a very good idea for me to go back to my old life, and I was very happy to see you.
Shi Tao, "The Orchid" The root has been removed from the dust, how can poetry, to give a poem to the silence of the. The root of the orchid has left the dust, but the poem is a gift to the lonely one.
Mo Orchid The bone is clear and the leaf is true, and the smile is amazing when facing the wind. It is written by my own pen and ink, and this is the predecessor of the latter.
Mo Orchid Skimming off the scalloped grass and pointing at the spring stars, I am tired of thinking about the yellow court and listening to the dream. The leaves are half-faced with the clouds, and the world is not as green as it should be.
I believe that he is drunk in the cold valley, and I have no bones to pin on my dress. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and the second time I saw it was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley.
Aisin Gioro. Xuan Ye "Autumn Orchid" Temple pots of flowers, orchids alone, the past is known as the king of incense, but also to the party of the gentleman, because of the title of the four rhymes. (Interpretation of the color of autumn orchids, cloth leaves, green.
Love this king of incense, show flowers in the courtyard. The light yellow color is scattered, and the shadow of the orchid follows the latticework.
I am not sure how much I would like to be in Jiuwan, I am not sure I would like to be in Li Sao.
The Bamboo Tree in Yunqi is very lush and full of orchids, and the mountain paths are twisting and turning, and the sound of the streams is heard everywhere.
Bamboo is deep and cloudy, and the wood is ancient and dry.
The bamboo is deep and shaos, and the wood is ancient and dry.
Shaohua spring is already half, all things are happy.
The first time I saw the orchid, it was so curvaceous that I could not hide the fragrance of the valley.
It is not because of sewing that it can be worn, even if there is no one, it is also fragrant. Cheng Fan's Orchid is the fragrance of the king, fragrant in the breeze.
It is a beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.
I am citing Torah's "Winter Orchid" (冬蘭)
The winter grass is cold and blue, and the orchid is also a flower.
It is as clear as a monk, and as thin as a poet.
The first is the "The Battle of the Bulge", which is the first of its kind in the world.
The fragrance of the sunset window is so fragrant that the shadow of the wind is like a bonfire of veils.
The orchid was born in the valley, and the berries were all over the forest.
It is not a pity that I do not sew it, for I have already won it.
The carriage was not the same as the car, but the carriage was a little more than a few kilometers away from the mountains.
The first time I saw this is when I was a kid, and I was a kid, and I was a kid. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The jade is played again and again, and the sky is like a work of art.
A cool breeze moves the night, and a beautiful woman seeks it.
Orchids are fragrant, and pine branches are long. The winds are cool, the north window is cool, and the old slaves are too happy and crazy.
Huang Ren, "The Painted Orchid" (three songs). The first one is a beautiful one, and the second one is a beautiful one. The paper window beckons the soul of the fragrance, and the appearance of it is not to be admired.
The source is clear, and the fragrance is far away.
This is the first time I've ever seen a book like this, and I've never seen it before.
I have written a piece of stone on an empty mountain, and a few stems of grass in a quiet valley. I have written a piece of stone in an empty mountain, and a few stems of grass in a quiet valley.
Li Fangying's "Orchid Album Page" (three poems) is a dizzying blur of the misty dew and the cold wind, and the tears of the heroes of the past have not dried up. I have been talking about the past with my pen in my hand, and I may not be able to tune my orchid with my zither.
The winds of Chuvain have been gushing out of his pen, and he has been a guest for twenty years.
This is the first time I've ever seen a movie that was written by a woman who was a member of a group of people.
I am not sure if I should laugh at the ignorance of the world, but I am sorry that the orchid is getting silk on the temples. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Wang Shishen's "Orchid" The orchid comes out of the valley, and the flower is in the field in the fall. The first time I saw it, it was a very long time ago, and it was a very long time ago that I saw it.
An Album of the Clear Sound of the Empty Valley The orchid grass can be the same as the hermit's heart, and the white clouds are deep since the self-glorification and withering. The spring breeze is born every year in the empty valley, leaving a clear fragrance into the veiled qin.
Li Eel's Ink and Water Orchid and Cymbidium, Summer and Spring, Cymbidium as a flower, a stem and a few stamens in a chaotic manner. Although it is not as good as the orchid, I wish it could be planted in hundreds of acres.
Fang Fei in the Valley is dripping with so many flowers, but only a few potted plants and stone surroundings. I remember the spring winds scattering the valley, and the crocus flowers like grass taking advantage of the woodcutter's return.
Jin Nong's "Painting Orchids" After the rain in the deep forest, the brush and inkstone were cool, and the female orchid opened without a groom. The soft paper is fringed with many slender forms, not counting the Ma Sinniang of Jinling.
Miao Gong'en's "Dew Orchid" Ice root and blue leaves are mixed with barrenness, and the dew near the sunshine is decorated with precious pearls. The smile is half-contained and half-expressed, and the heart is bright and clear.
Shen Tong's "The Orchid for Mr. Yifeng" The orchid was born in the empty valley, and became the fragrance of the king. The fragrance of the orchid fills the four fields, and the beauty of the orchid is clear and bright. The first is the one that is not in the hands of the people, and the second is the one that is not in the hands of the people.
The orchid has been suffering from severe frost. The winds of light have turned, and they have filled the dresses with color.
Zheng Xie's "Half-pot Orchid" The pot is half-hidden, the flower is half-contained. I don't want to give vent to it, and I don't want to be afraid of it dying out.
5. Poems in Praise of OrchidsPoems in Praise of Orchids
(Song - Su Shi)
Originally the fragrance of the king, the roots are in the empty valley.
The first spring flowers, fresh branches like a new bath.
With the good people living, such as into the room of orchids, long time and do not smell its fragrance, that is, with the chemical carry on.
The elegant flowers and blue leaves are long, and the wind is hard to hide the fragrance of the valley.
It is not because of sewing that it can be used as a pendant, even if there is no one, it also has its own fragrance.
The Orchid
The bees and the butterflies have a way of getting there, but the clouds and the mist have no door to pass through.
It is the east wind that makes it difficult to work, but the natural fragrance is in the presence or absence.
The most is the breeze, a stem of tender jade nine flowers
Orchid poetry ancient style
Tang Li Bai
Lone orchid in the garden, the grass **** turnover no.
The orchid is a lonely orchid.
Although the sunshine of spring is shining, the moon in autumn is sad.
The frost is early, and the green is afraid of resting.
If there is no breeze blowing, the fragrance will not come out.
The book of Guangqunfang
Liu Hao of the Qing Dynasty
The orchid was born in the valley and no one knew it, but the guest planted it in Dongxuan and left me with the fragrance.
I know there is a clear fragrance that can relieve the filth, but I have more compassion for the delicate leaves that are skillfully frosted.
The roots of the orchid are close to the stone, and the roots are early in the fall, and the bush is cooled by the shade of the peony.
I want to leave the confederation under the hall, and I can see it in front of my eyes.
Same as above
The light of the dew is messy, and the shadow of the wind is slanting.
The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and the first time I saw a student at the University of California, Berkeley.
The first is a poem about an orchid
Yuan Yu and his colleagues
The first is a poem about an orchid
The first is a poem about an orchid.
I don't know the fragrance in the room when I sit for a long time, but when I push the window, there are butterflies flying in.
Orchids
Ming Liu Bowen
Orchids, in the empty mountains, the beauty of the love of the invisible, cracked Su wrote the bright window.
The orchid is in the empty mountain, and the beauty loves it, but it is not visible.
The orchid, for whom it is good, is old and fragrant in the cold dew and clear wind.
Coloring orchids
Ming Zhang Yu
The grass is luxuriant, and I think of you in Lishui West.
The dew on the leaves seems to want to cry to the people.
Orchids
Sun Kehong, Ming Dynasty
There is a beautiful woman in the empty valley.
When the east wind brushes it, the fragrance is far away from the fragrance.
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I love the orchid. I love the orchid, but I don't think it's the right color for the spring sun.
Under the deep forest in the west wind and cold dew, it is fragrant even if no one is there.
Two Songs on Orchids
Ming Li Rihua
Swallow mud wants to fall wet condensation incense, Chuan Wan through the small butterfly busy.
As if to the East into a secret dream, as far as possible to teach the new makeup.
Chill and hate the orchid's strong assertion, the blossom does not discuss with me.
The nose is not in contact with it, and it does not smell good.
The orchid
is a deep forest seed, but it is also a fragrance of the valley.
It is not because of the wind, how can we go to the Hunan.
The orchid
Zheng Banqiao in the Qing Dynasty
The painting of the spring breeze is not worth the money, a branch of jade and half a branch of Yan.
The top of the mountain is a wonderful fragrance
Zheng Banqiao
On the top of a thousand mountains, the deep rocks and deep crevices are full of wonderful fragrance.
It's not like there's a cloud under your feet, you don't know what's going on, you don't know what's going on.
The orchid
Zheng Banqiao
This is the flower of the ancient world, which does not want to be heard, but only the smoke.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a journey to the mountains.
The painting of the orchid
Zheng Banqiao in the Qing Dynasty
I am on the top of a thousand mountains, and the scent is thick in the deep crevices of the sudden rock.
It is not without the floating clouds under the feet, and I do not know if I will go or stay.
Runxi Sha Orchid
As if the copper bottle to see the dew seedling, sparse flowers cold fall tantalizingly delicate.
Xiangjiang River tears dripping spring tide, there is no heart with the molester.
There is no leaf to help the wind mark, a set of broken hearts is a departure.
Orchid
Zhu De
Yuexiu Park, a forest of flowers and trees, a hundred flowers all compete in spring.
But the orchid fragrance is just right, a moment of fame in the city of five sheep.
Poem on Orchids
Zhang Xueliang
The orchids are famous all over the world.
The leaves are full of righteousness, and the flowers do not float.
It is always green to fight against the cold, and smiles through the summer.
The true gentleman of flowers, elegant style.
The orchid
Cui Tu of the Tang Dynasty
The orchid is known to all, but its fragrance is only held in secret.
Since there is no gentleman to wear it, the fragrance of the country has not yet declined.
The white dew is early, the spring breeze is late.
It is not as good as the grass on the road!
Orchids
Ming Chen Ruyan
Orchids are born in the deep mountains, and they are very fragrant.
The orchid is appreciated by the people of the world, and is placed in a high hall.
The rain and dew are out of season, and the roots of the orchid are far from its native place.
Though it is loved and cared for, it is not the right way to raise it.
The winter frost and snow zero, green leaves afraid of carving injury.
How about in the woods and gullies, when the time comes, they still have their own fragrance. ____ Gong Zizhen's "Miscellaneous Poems of the Sixth Century - Its Fifth"
3, the new bamboo is higher than the old bamboo branches, all depends on the old trunk for support. ____ Zheng Xie "New Bamboo"
4. With the wind into the night, moist and silent. ____ Du Fu "Spring Night Joyful Rain"
5, your father is full of peaches and plums, why do you need to plant more flowers in front of the hall. ____ Bai Juyi's "Bonghe Linggong Greenfield Hall Planting Flowers"
6, shaking down the deep knowledge of Song Yu sadness, the wind flow of Confucianism and elegance is also my teacher. ____ Du Fu's "Five Songs on the Ancient Monuments of Winged Memories - Two of Them"
7. Occasionally, it should not be a bear's omen, and it is honored to be the teacher of the emperor.
We are the flowers of the motherland, the teacher is a diligent gardener. The teacher is like a long bridge leading to the coast of knowledge.
Teachers are like a candle that burns itself and illuminates us. The teacher is like a big tree that protects us from the wind and rain.
Teacher, everyone says you cultivate the pillars of the motherland; I have to say, you are the pillars of the motherland. It is you who supports the backbone of our generation! You are like a red candle, for future generations to give all the heat and light! Your character and spirit can be described in two words - burning! Burning without ceasing! Ah, with you, the garden is so colorful, the earth is full of spring! Teacher, push open the window to see, this garden full of spring color, this garden full of peaches and plums, are saluting you! Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how could so many beautiful flowers of the soul blossom? Teacher, the engineer of the soul of mankind, who is not praising you! Teachers, you are the cultivator of beauty, the sower of beauty.
It is you with the beauty of the sunshine, with the beauty of the dew moisturizing, our heart field is green grass, flowers! Teacher, if you compare you to a clam, then the students are the grains of sand in the clam; you love to lick it, grind it, dip it, wash it ...... over the years, the grains of sand will become a pearl, glittering. You are like a candle, although weak, but there is a point of heat, a point of light, illuminated others, exhausted themselves.
This selfless dedication, people will never forget. Your love, the general warmth of the sun, the general warmth of the spring breeze, the general sweetness of the spring.
Your love, more severe than the father's love, more delicate than the mother's love, more pure than friendship. You - the teacher's love, the world's greatest, the highest clean! If we are the boat, then the teacher is the sail, leading us in the sea of knowledge constantly forward; if we want to embark on the journey, then the teacher is like a candle in our hands, illuminating us in the study of the bumpy road.
You let us open the windows of the soul, you let us have the spiritual pillar, you send us on the road of learning, give us endless inspiration. We will always remember you as a teacher.
Teacher, you are the cultivator of beauty, the sower of beauty. It is you with the beauty of the sunshine, with the beauty of the dew moisturizing, our heart field is green grass, flowers! You are busy for the blossoming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, silently draping the green shade of leaves! Ah, teacher, your spirit, always remember my heart! You gave us a ruler of life, so that we ourselves every day to measure; you gave us a mirror of exemplary behavior, so that we everywhere have to learn from the example.
You are the bridge, connecting us to the cut-off mountains, allowing us to move towards the peak of the harvest; you are the green vine, tough and slender, guiding us to pick up the ganoderma lucidum and ginseng to the top of the cliff. When the seedlings need a cup of water, never send a bucket of water; and when a bucket of water is needed, never give a cup of water.
To give at the right time, in the right amount, is the skill of a good gardener. My teacher, this is exactly your art of education.
Not counting the hard work of an ink stone cold, peach ripe flow Dan, Li ripe skills disabled, planting flowers is easy to tree people difficult. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and then you'll be able to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world.
Teacher, you use the most noble feelings of mankind - love, sowing spring, sowing ideals, sowing power ...... with the language of seeding, plowing with colored pens, watered with sweat, nourished with the blood of the heart, which is the noble labor of our beloved teacher. You work in the present day, but the construction of the motherland tomorrow; you teach in the classroom, achievements but in the four corners of the motherland.
Teachers, if you compare you to a clam, then the students are the grains of sand in the clam; you love to lick it, grind it, dip it, wash it ...... over the years, the grains of sand will become a pearl, glittering. Your career as a teacher, there are countless proud and happy memories, but you treasured them in the bottom of the heart, but just watching a garden to be opened up.
If I were a poet, I would write a poem with passion to praise the vastness and depth of the sea. And dedicate it to you - my broad-minded, deep knowledge of the teacher.
Teachers are kindling, igniting the fire of the student's mind; teachers are stone steps, bearing students step by step to climb upward. You are like a candle, although weak, but there is a point of heat, a point of light, illuminated others, exhausted themselves.
This selfless dedication is unforgettable. The language of your lectures, as pleasant as the tinkling of the mountain springs, gracious as a babbling brook, as exciting as a rushing river ...... silkworms have not said anything boastful in their lives, that spit out of the silver silk is the measure of the value of life ruler.
Dear teacher, you have never shown off in front of others, but the blooming peach and plum, is the highest evaluation of you. Your love, the general warmth of the sun, the general warmth of the spring breeze, the general sweetness of the spring.
Your love, more severe than the father's love, more delicate than the mother's love, more pure than friendship. You - the teacher's love, the world's greatest, the highest clean.
The firefly's valuable, with the light hanging on the back end of the lamp, specializing in the light of others; your respectable, is always to provide convenience to others. Who spread the dew on the earth? Who feeds the seedlings? It is you, teacher, you are a great gardener! Look at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one does not have your heart and soul, which one does not have your smile.