Poems from home visits (poems from class teachers) 1. Poems from the head teacher's home visit.
Xizhouqu
Southern and Northern Dynasties: Anonymous
Miss Mei wants to go to Kau Xizhou and break plum blossoms on the north bank of the Yangtze River.
Thin clothes are as red as apricots and hair as black as crows.
Where is Xixi Jiao? The two oars on board can be placed at the ferry pier of the Kau Xizhou Bridge.
It's getting late, Shrike flies away, and the night wind blows into Sapium sebiferum.
Under the tree is her home, and her emerald hair is exposed in the door.
She opened the door and didn't see her sweetheart. She went out to pick red-violet flowers.
Autumn, autumn Nantang, she is holding a lotus seed, and the lotus grows taller.
With his head down, he fiddled with the lotus seeds in the water, which were as green as the lake.
Hide lotus seeds in your sleeve. Lotus seeds are red and transparent.
Miss my husband, but not yet. She looks up at the swan in the sky.
The sky was full of geese, and she went up to the tower to see her husband.
Although the tower is high, she can't see her husband. She leans against the railing all day.
The railing bent and bent into the distance, and her hands were as bright as jade.
The curtain is so high, rippling like sea water, empty and generally dark green.
If the sea is as long as a dream, then you are sad and I am sad.
If Nanfeng knows how I feel, please blow my dream to Puxi Island.
2. Poems about home visits in kindergartens
In fact, three minutes is a long time, so I found a long one and thought it was too long and a little short! Satisfied, please adopt! 1: Your name is like spring rain, which has dyed my dream green. Every time I wake up gently, a star will rise in my dream. Your name is like spring breeze, which warms my heart. Every time I gently back, a lamp lights up in my heart. Teacher, what a beautiful name evokes it. It is such a sacred teacher. What a kind name it is to recite. It is such a caring teacher. You are my star, you are my street lamp teacher, so I call your name, jump all the way with spring dreams, laugh all the way into Jingjing campus and be your student, and I really understand the meaning of your name. Being your student, I really understand the magical summer of your name. You are like a breeze in winter, like a torch in spring, and you sow hope for the next autumn. You have gained a lot and comforted the earth teacher. Who can remember how many exercise books you have read and how many sleepless nights you have endured? Who can remember how many good students you have taught and how many talented people you have trained? Who can remember how many times you can visit your home on a stormy night? In class, you quoted a three-foot platform to talk about the world blackboard, and you painstakingly wrote down the full moon of life with a piece of chalk. It is not easy to be a good teacher, but it is only the bounden duty of educators. What a generous mind! What a precious quality In your life dictionary, there is never "self" and "rest", only "dedication". No wonder some people call you a candle, some call you a silkworm, some respect you as a gentleman, some praise you as an "engineer who shapes the soul", some say that I have become your student, some say that I have learned the value of life, some say that I have learned to be a man, some say that I am a drinker with enthusiasm for learning, and some say that I miss my teacher from you. I learned the truth of being a man and the value of life. From you, I saw the future of my motherland and found my place. Teacher, I will always be your teacher. Your love is as warm as sunshine and melts in people's hearts. Your love is as sweet as a clear spring. Teacher, I will always be your teacher. Your love is more severe than fatherly love and more delicate than maternal love. Your love is the cleanest in the world! The greatest! The most selfless! 2. "Dedicated to the Teacher" Ordinary people, ordinary hands, build a bridge of knowledge.
Through the cold in winter and the hot in summer, train students to point out the maze of knowledge kingdom with a piece of chalk, record the true feelings deeper than the sea with a blackboard, and reflect the hardships of gardeners watering flowers with a platform. We are the stars and you are the moon. Tell us beautiful stories and let us enter a beautiful dream. Whether we fail or win, whether we advance or retreat, the morning sunshine is your bright smile. Everyone will smile and encourage us to make persistent efforts. The teacher's kind mother, the teacher has thousands of childlike dreams in Qian Qian. The motherland has given you a special mission to cultivate a seedling into a pillar of the motherland. I hope your kind face will never get old. I want your bright eyes to never fade. I hope your black hair will never turn white. I want to relax your tired hands. I want to bless you, song for you. You are the person I admire most! ..... 3: You taught me how to be a man, and your hard work flows in my blood! Teacher, who worked hard-led us into the spacious classroom and taught 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! A person who selflessly dedicates his youth.
We pay high tribute to you! -You have worked hard, teacher! 4. "Hard Gardener" How many years of seasonal cycle, how many spring, summer, autumn and winter, you are a red candle burning bright life, how much blood and sweat you have sacrificed, you are not seeking to stay in the long river of history, but spreading the fire of wisdom with true feelings. Just like the spring silkworm dedicated her life's loyalty, just like the winter plum sang the song of early spring.
How many invisible nights, how many bright lights, your figure at your desk in the long night, adding hair among the green hairs, laughing on the three-foot platform. You shortened the distance between you with your love. You are the sunshine that melts the cold ice and snow, and you are the guide that leads people out of the maze of science.
Ah! Glorious teachers and hardworking gardeners! The fragrance of peaches and plums is your joy, silently dedicating your selfless heart. Ah! Glorious teachers and hardworking gardeners! The fragrance of peaches and plums is your joy, silently dedicating your selfless heart.
3. Poems about home visits in kindergartens
In fact, three minutes is a long time, so I found a long one and thought it was too long and a little short! Satisfied, please adopt! 1: Your name is like spring rain, which has dyed my dream green. Every time I wake up gently, a star will rise in my dream. Your name is like spring breeze, which warms my heart. Every time I gently back, a lamp lights up in my heart. Teacher, what a beautiful name evokes it. It is such a sacred teacher. What a kind name it is to recite. It is such a caring teacher. You are my star, you are my street lamp teacher, so I call your name, jump all the way with spring dreams, laugh all the way into Jingjing campus and be your student, and I really understand the meaning of your name. Being your student, I really understand the magical summer of your name. You are like a breeze in winter, like a torch in spring, and you sow hope for the next autumn. You have gained a lot and comforted the earth teacher. Who can remember how many exercise books you have read and how many sleepless nights you have endured? Who can remember how many good students you have taught and how many talented people you have trained? Who can remember how many times you can visit your home on a stormy night? In class, you quoted a three-foot platform to talk about the world blackboard, and you painstakingly wrote down the full moon of life with a piece of chalk. It is not easy to be a good teacher, but it is only the bounden duty of educators. What a generous mind! What a precious quality In your life dictionary, there is never "self" and "rest", only "dedication". No wonder some people call you a candle, some call you a silkworm, some respect you as a gentleman, some praise you as an "engineer who shapes the soul", some say that I have become your student, some say that I have learned the value of life, some say that I have learned to be a man, some say that I am a drinker with enthusiasm for learning, and some say that I miss my teacher from you. I learned the truth of being a man and the value of life. From you, I saw the future of my motherland and found my place. Teacher, I will always be your teacher. Your love is as warm as sunshine and melts in people's hearts. Your love is as sweet as a clear spring. Teacher, I will always be your teacher. Your love is more severe than fatherly love and more delicate than maternal love. Your love is the cleanest in the world! The greatest! The most selfless! 2. "Dedicated to the Teacher" Ordinary people, ordinary hands, build a bridge of knowledge.
Through the cold in winter and the hot in summer, train students to point out the maze of knowledge kingdom with a piece of chalk, a blackboard and a platform, and record the deeper truth than the sea. Reflecting the gardener's difficulty in watering flowers, the three-foot pointer swings to the ideal state. We are stars. You are the moon. Tell us a beautiful story. Let's enter a beautiful dream. The sunshine in the morning is your bright smile. Whether we fail or win, whether we retreat or advance, everyone will smile and encourage us to make persistent efforts. The teacher's kind mother, the teacher has thousands of childlike dreams in Qian Qian. The motherland has given you a special mission to cultivate a seedling into a pillar of the motherland. I hope your kind face will never get old. I want your bright eyes to never fade. I hope your black hair will never turn white. I want to relax your tired hands. I want to bless you, song for you. You are the person I admire most! ..... 3: You taught me how to be a man, and your hard work flows in my blood! 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! A person who selflessly dedicates his youth.
We pay high tribute to you! -You have worked hard, teacher! 4. "Hard Gardener" How many years of seasonal cycle, how many spring, summer, autumn and winter, you are a red candle burning bright life, how much blood and sweat you have sacrificed, you are not seeking to stay in the long river of history, but spreading the fire of wisdom with true feelings. Just like the spring silkworm dedicated her life's loyalty, just like the winter plum sang the song of early spring.
How many invisible nights, how many bright lights, your figure at your desk in the long night, adding hair among the green hairs, laughing on the three-foot platform. You shortened the distance between you with your love. You are the sunshine that melts the cold ice and snow, and you are the guide that leads people out of the maze of science.
Ah! Glorious teachers and hardworking gardeners! The fragrance of peaches and plums is your joy, silently dedicating your selfless heart. Ah! Glorious teachers and hardworking gardeners! The fragrance of peaches and plums is your joy, silently dedicating your selfless heart.
4. Words describing teachers' home visits
1, the silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and the wax torch will start to cry. (Li Shangyin's Untitled)
2, falling red is not heartless, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers. (Gong Zizhen's "Ji Hai Miscellaneous Poems")
3, eyebrows cold fingertips, head willing to be a donkey. (Lu Xun)
4. Do your best until you die. (Zhuge Liang)
5. Hold a heart without a blade of grass. (Tao Xingzhi)
6, if you want to eliminate disasters for saints, you will be willing to decline and cherish the old. (Han Yu's "Moving to the Left to Show Grandnephew's Neck")
7. After the flowers are picked into honey, whoever works hard for them will be sweet.
8, sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
5. Love poems 15 ancient poems
1, a thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother, making clothes for her wayward son's body. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? (Don Meng Jiao: Wandering Sons)
2. When a person is a stranger in a foreign land, he misses his family more often during the festive season. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. (Tang: "Shanju Holiday Thinking of Shandong Brothers")
Every winter solstice, I am accompanied by the shadow in front of the knee-hugging lamp. If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers. (Tang Bai Juyi: "Homesickness on a Winter Night in Handan")
4, the child led the clothes and asked: Why don't you come back? * * * Who is fighting for time to win sideburns? (Don "Going Home")
5, Xian Yi, young and old, left home, the local accent has not changed. Where do children come from when they meet strangers? (Tang He Zhang Zhi: Homecoming Book)
6. Leave the mountain to rest, winter will come, and spring will come. The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home. ("Early Tang and Song Wen Zhi: Crossing the Han River")
Under the blue mountain, we wound our way, and my boat and I walked along the green water. Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail. ... the night now gives way to the ocean of the sun, and Jiang Chunren was in the old year. I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. (Don Wang Wan: "The next berth on the North Fort Mountain")
8. Humayi north wind, crossing the south branch of the Bird's Nest. -"Nineteen Ancient Poems Travel and Travel")
9. Being a parent is the best in the world; Being a child is the greatest filial piety in the world. -("aphorisms")
10, I advise you to drink one more glass of wine and go out of Yangguan for no reason. -(Tang Wang Wei's "Cheng Wei Qu")
1 1, there is such bright light at the foot of my bed. Could there be frost already? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. -(Tang Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night)
12, teenagers leave home and return home, and the local accent does not change. -(Homecoming Book by Tang and Zhang Zhi)
13, my mother is one hundred years old and often reads eighty children. -("Song of Filial Piety")
14, parents are highly respected; Give children a good education. -("epigram couplet")
15, where is your hometown? Forget it unless you're drunk. -(Song Qingzhao's Bodhisattva Man)
16, the mother said that the child was lying dry and the mother was asleep and wet. -("Song of Filial Piety")
17, when the master instrument is hung, the tube is bright, and Wusu stays at the static night platform. -("aphorisms")
18, the moon is bright tonight. I wonder who Qiu Si will fall into. -(Don Wang Jian's "Fifteen nights full moon to send Du Langzhong")
19, elegy can be crying, and angelica can be in the distance. -(Han Yuefu folk song "Elegy")
6. What are the ancient poems about "family harmony"?
1, the old lady draws paper as a chess game, and the young son knocks the needle as a hook. -"Jiangcun" Tang Du Fu
The old lady is drawing a chessboard with paper, and the younger son is tapping a needle to make a fish hook.
2. Yuanri
Song Dynasty: Wang Anshi
The roar of firecrackers, the old year has passed; The warm spring breeze ushered in the New Year, and people happily drank the newly brewed Tu Su wine. The rising sun sheds light on doors of each household, New peachwood charm is put up to replace the old.
The old year passed with firecrackers, and Tu Su wine was enjoyed in the warm spring breeze. The rising sun shines on thousands of families, and they all take down the old peach blossom symbols and replace them with new ones.
3. Visit Shanxi Village
Song luyou
Don't laugh at the farmhouse music brewed in the muddled month. In the harvest month, the dishes for guests are very rich.
In the harvest year, simple farmers brew their own wax wine, kill chickens and pigs, and entertain guests with hospitality. Don't laugh at the muddy wine pulp, the peasant enthusiasm overflowing from the wine fragrance has long been fascinating.
4. Qingpingle Villagers' Residence
Song Xin qi Ji
The thatched roof of the hut is low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass. Drunk Wu local drunk, gentle voice, white-haired old man who is it? The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages. My favorite is my youngest son, who is lying in the grass, peeling the lotus just picked.
The eaves of the hut are low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass. Wu dialect, slightly drunk, sounds gentle and beautiful. Whose is that old man with white hair?
The eldest son hoes beans, and the second son is busy knitting chicken coops. My favorite is the rogue's youngest son, who is lying on the grass at the head of the stream, peeling off newly picked lotus flowers.
Step 5 go home
New professional lamp, Jiuli village, Sang Ma. Taiping customs are beautiful, so you don't have to close Chai Men.
Our family stayed up all night in the new house, talking about our previous farming. People in peaceful rural areas live comfortably and harmoniously, and don't have to close the door when they sleep at night.
7. What poems describe "the warmth of home"?
Du Fu in Jiangcun in Tang Dynasty
The clear river winds around the village, and everything in the village looks elegant in the long summer.
Since I left, I have come to Liang, and I am very close to seagulls in the water.
The old lady is using a chessboard, and the younger son is making a hook with an injection.
As long as some old friends give me some money, what do I ask?
The clear river winds through the village, and everything in the village looks elegant in the long summer. Swallows on the beam fly freely, and Bai Ou in the water approaches each other and accompanies each other. The old lady is drawing a chessboard with paper, and the younger son is tapping a needle to make a fish hook. What can I expect as long as an old friend gives me some money and food?
Appreciation: a seven-character metrical poem by Du Fu, a poet in Tang Dynasty. This poem was written in the summer of the first year of Shangyuan in Tang Suzong, and the thatched cottage where the author lived has just been built. The author wrote this poem to express his feelings and show a carefree mood. The first pair of couplets describes the environment, and the word "hug" is used skillfully, vividly describing the modality of the stream closely surrounding Jiangcun. Zhuan Xu wrote about the seclusion of the scenery: Swallows come and go, seagulls depend on each other, and the tranquility of the scenery in Jiangcun is vividly on the paper. Neck couplets write about personnel seclusion: the old wife draws a chessboard and the young son bends a needle to make a fish hook, each of which has its own fun, which leads to the state of mind that the tail couplets have nothing to ask for. The whole poem is rigorous in structure and fluent in language, which is quite interesting in life.
Bai Juyi's A Suggestion for Friend Liu in Tang Dynasty
There is a glimmer of green in the old bottle and a hint of red in the quiet stove.
With dusk and snow coming, how about a glass of wine?
1. Spring is the same in both places, which makes people homesick. -Bai Juyi's "Looking at the Station"
2. The wind changes into snow, and the dream of breaking the hometown fails, and there is no such sound in my hometown. -Nalan Xingde's Sauvignon Blanc
In the old society, Wang thanked Yan and flew into the homes of ordinary people. -Liu Yuxi's Wuyi Lane
4. My support is declining, and I am worried about learning to pray. -Li Ang's The Course of Self-improvement.
My hometown is far to the east, but I don't want to cry. I'll meet you immediately, without paper and pen. Please tell my family that I'm safe. -Cen Can is going to meet a messenger in the capital.
6. crossing the mulberry dry water for no reason, looking at Bingzhou is my hometown. -Liu Zao's "Journey to the North"
7. Where is the autumn wind? Xiao Xiao sent the goose. When the morning light enters the courtyard, lonely guests smell it first. -Liu Yuxi autumn introduction
8. Don't laugh at farm wine. There are enough chickens and dolphins in good years. -Lu You's Passing Old People's Village
9. Tian Jia has no neighbors and sits alone in a garden. -Lu, "Two Questions about Villa in the Spring Festival Evening"
10. The child held hands and asked, why don't you come back? * * * Who is fighting for time to win sideburns? -Du Mu's "Going Home"
8. Try to describe the poet's poems
Sentences describing home, famous sayings about home, poems about home, beautiful poems about home.
1, two spring days on the same day make people homesick. -Bai Juyi's "Looking at the Station"
5. In the distance, there are cold mountains and stone trails, and there are people in the depths of white clouds. -Mutu's "Mountain Walk"
7. Xian Yi, young and old, left home, and the local accent has not changed. -He Zhangzhi's Homecoming Book
8. Once you leave here, the four seas will become home. -Li Shimin's Two Old Houses
12, you came from my old country. Tell me what happened there! . -Wang Wei's Miscellaneous Poems
14, the wind is changing, the snow is changing, and the dream of hurting the country's heart has not come true, so there is no such sound in the garden. -Nalan Xingde's Sauvignon Blanc
16, Lao Wang Xie Yan flew into the homes of ordinary people. -Liu Yuxi's Wuyi Lane
17, my support is declining, and I am worried about learning to pray. -Li Ang's The Course of Self-improvement.
18, you came from my old country. Tell me what happened there! . -Wang Wei's Miscellaneous Poems
19, the spring scenery in the two places is the same, which makes people homesick. -Bai Juyi's "Looking at the Station"
20, suitable for all ages, leaving home, the local accent has not changed. -He Zhangzhi's Homecoming Book
2 1, two spring days on the same day, people are homesick. -Bai Juyi's "Looking at the Station"
22. Once you leave here, the four seas will become home. -Li Shimin's Two Old Houses
23. In the old society, Wang Xie swallow into the homes of ordinary people. -Liu Yuxi's Wuyi Lane