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I want to describe the teacher's education with Du Fu's poems.

1. Du Fu's teacher poems

2. Du Fu's poems are written for teachers.

3. Du Fu's warmth education poems

Du Fu's poem about teachers is 1. Du Fu wrote a poem praising the teacher.

Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night: Good rain knows the season, and spring is coming. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. The wild path is dark, and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.

"Sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently." The word "latent" is personified, imitating the silent and invisible modality of spring rain, which is quite interesting and induces people's love for spring rain. The word "run" conveys the spirit, accurately and vividly writing the characteristics that spring rain moistens everything and moistens things silently. Both drawing shapes and expressions, and both shapes and feelings are well prepared, profound and unique.

This is how our teachers "sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things quietly", caring for students in every possible way and cultivating these young seedlings diligently. Teachers' education of students is subtle and selfless, but they don't like publicity.

2. Du Fu praised the teacher's poem

Five Poems on Historic Sites (Ⅱ)

Author: Du Fu

Decline: I am well aware of Song Yu's misery, romance and elegance. He is also my teacher.

Sad to see a thousand autumn, a tear, melancholy in different times, not at the same time.

His old home between mountains and rivers-empty works, empty sex platform-is certainly not imagined in the dream? .

The palaces of Chu were all destroyed, and the fishermen who showed them today are not sure.

Yelao

Author: Du Fu

The wild old hedge in front of the river bank has retreated, but the Chai Men by the river has not yet opened.

Fishermen's nets gather under Chengtan, and Jia passenger ships come to accompany the light.

The long road cares about the sad sword pavilion, but the floating clouds don't feel the piano platform.

Julian Waghann didn't report to Dong Jun, and Anthony wong drew a corner of the city gate.

Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night

Author: Du Fu

Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.

Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.

The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.

Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.

Du Fu's poems used to praise teachers.

Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night.

Du Fu

Good rain knows its correct time;

When spring comes, it will fall.

The wind blows its mouth at night;

Silent, it moistens everything.

Dark clouds filled the wild lane;

A lantern loomed in the boat.

Dawn sees saturated red;

The town is full of flowers.

Among them, people often use the phrase "moisten things quietly" to describe the cultivation of students by teachers in obscurity and imperceptibly.

Du Fu (A.D. 7 12- A.D. 770) was born in Xiangyang, Henan, and Gongxian. A great realistic poet in the Tang Dynasty, who claimed to be a young man at night, was called "Du Li" together with Li Bai. In order to distinguish them from the other two poets, Li Shangyin and Du Mu, namely "Little Du Li", Du Fu and Li Bai are also called "Big Du Li", and Du Fu is often called "Old Du".

Du Fu's influence on China's classical poetry is far-reaching, and he is called "the sage of poetry" by later generations, and his poems are called "the history of poetry". Later generations called him Du Shiyi and Du Gongbu, and also called him Du Shaoling and Du Caotang.

Du Fu wrote such famous works as Spring Hope, Northern Expedition, Three Officials and Three Farewells. In 759, Du Fu abandoned his official position and went to Sichuan. Although he fled the war and lived a relatively stable life, he still cared about his life and managed state affairs. Although Du Fu is a realistic poet, he also has a wild and unruly side. It is not difficult to see Du Fu's heroism and dry clouds from his masterpiece Song of Drinking Eight Immortals.

The core of Du Fu's thought is the Confucian thought of benevolent government, and he has the great wish of "making the monarch Yao and Shun superior, and then making the customs pure". Although Du Fu was not famous during his lifetime, his fame spread far and wide, which had a far-reaching impact on China literature and Japanese literature. About 65,438+0,500 poems of Du Fu have been preserved, most of which are collected by Du Gongbu.

4. Teacher Du Fu's poems

1 quatrains

"Two orioles sing green willows, and egrets cover the sky."

My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.

2. "hiking"

As far away as Hanshan, the stone path is oblique, and people are in Bai Yunsheng.

Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.

3. Wang Yue

What a magnificent scenery Mount Tai is! Endless green spans Qilu and Qilu. ..

The magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful mountains in the south and the separation between morning and dusk in the north.

Layers of white clouds, cleaning the gully on the chest; The flat bird flew into the eye socket.

Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet.

4. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night

Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.

Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.

The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.

Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.

5. Meet Li Guinian at the lower reaches of the river.

In the Qi family, I often see your performances; Before urging the wine hall, I praised your art many times.

Never thought, in this Jiangnan scenic area; It is the season of falling flowers, and I can meet you, an old acquaintance.

Du Fu's poem about teachers is 1. Du Fu's Poems in Praise of Teachers

Five Poems on Historic Sites (Ⅱ)

Author: Du Fu

Decline: I am well aware of Song Yu's misery, romance and elegance. He is also my teacher.

Sad to see a thousand autumn, a tear, melancholy in different times, not at the same time.

His old home between mountains and rivers-empty works, empty sex platform-is certainly not imagined in the dream? .

The palaces of Chu were all destroyed, and the fishermen who showed them today are not sure.

Yelao

Author: Du Fu

The wild old hedge in front of the river bank has retreated, but the Chai Men by the river has not yet opened.

Fishermen's nets gather under Chengtan, and Jia passenger ships come to accompany the light.

The long road cares about the sad sword pavilion, but the floating clouds don't feel the piano platform.

Julian Waghann didn't report to Dong Jun, and Anthony wong drew a corner of the city gate.

Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night

Author: Du Fu

Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.

Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.

The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.

Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.

2. Teacher Du Fu's poems

1 quatrains

"Two orioles sing green willows, and egrets cover the sky."

My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.

2. "hiking"

As far away as Hanshan, the stone path is oblique, and people are in Bai Yunsheng.

Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.

3. Wang Yue

What a magnificent scenery Mount Tai is! Endless green spans Qilu and Qilu. ..

The magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful mountains in the south and the separation between morning and dusk in the north.

Layers of white clouds, cleaning the gully on the chest; The flat bird flew into the eye socket.

Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet.

4. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night

Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.

Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.

The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.

Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.

5. Meet Li Guinian at the lower reaches of the river.

In the Qi family, I often see your performances; Before urging the wine hall, I praised your art many times.

Never thought, in this Jiangnan scenic area; It is the season of falling flowers, and I can meet you, an old acquaintance.

Du Fu's educational poem about softness is 1. Which of Du Fu's poems can reflect the soft educational thought?

It is very common to see the house of the King of Qi in Random Encounters, but Cui has heard of it several times before.

Never thought, in this Jiangnan scenic area; It is the season of falling flowers, and I can meet you, an old acquaintance. The three kingdoms, divided, are bound by his prestige, and the octagonal fortress is built on his prestige.

This river won't divert the stones from your disposal, and you will always regret that you will destroy Wu's unwise. The place where Shuxiang is located is the famous Prime Minister Temple, in a deep pine forest near the Silk City.

The steps are dotted with green grass in spring, and birds are chirping happily under the leaves. The third call aggravated his state affairs, and he gave his sincerity to two generations.

But before he conquered, he died, and since then the heroes have been crying on their coats. In my north and south, spring is flooding. Day after day, I only see seagulls.

The old lady didn't sweep the flower path for the guests. Today, it's only for you. Chai Men hasn't opened it for you yet, but it will open it for you today. Too far from the city, too far from good food, too thin family background, only old wine.

If you are willing to invite the old man next door to drink with you, he will drink his cup through the fence! The mountains in the west and the three fortified towns are covered with snow, and the water in the lake in the south shines on a long bridge.

After years of war in China, several brothers have been unable to hear from each other; It's a long way from each other, and I'm the only one, right? Instead, they will hand over the bodies of Gemini in the light of late autumn; So far, not a drop of merit has repaid the wise Huang Sheng.

I rode to the edge of town. I observe the chaos of the world on the horizon day after day! Day after day, flowers are presented to the silk tube of Qingcheng City, half into the river and half into the clouds. This song should only exist in the sky. How many times can you hear it on earth?

It is said that loyalists have recovered their news in this distant west station! The north has been recovered! And at first, I couldn't stop the tears from Henan, Hebei and Hebei rushing to my coat. Where are my wife and son? There is not a trace of sadness on their faces. However, I packed my books and poems crazily.

When you sing in Baishi, you must indulge in wine. On a green spring day, that's the beginning of my return home. Come back from this mountain, pass another mountain, go up from the south and then go north-to my own town! .

Climb up from the vast sky in the gale. Apes are whimpering, and birds fly home on clear lakes and white beaches. The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably.

Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness. After all the hardships and hatred, the white hair is full, and the wine glasses are damaged.

Flowers, as high as my window, hurt a homeless man's heart, because I see from this height that sadness is everywhere. The spring scenery of Jinjiang flooded in, and the clouds on the mountain, ancient, varied and changeable.

Although the country has been established for a while, it is as strong as the North Star, and thieves dare not go out of the Western Hills. However, I felt sorry for the sorrow of a long-lost emperor at dusk and talked with Fu Liang at sunset.

It's a cold autumn night in Cebu, and I'm lying alone in a small town by the river on the Laka tree in this courtyard. I looked at my extinguished candle. I heard the lonely sound of the horn in the dark, and the moon was hanging in the sky, but no one shared it with me! My emissary is scattered by the vortex of rain and sand, and it is difficult to go.

However, I endured a miserable life for ten years and found a perch and a twig here. It is safe tonight. On the night of the gazebo, the day in winter is shortened on the elemental scale, and the ice and snow turn the cold hovering night white.

Stark sounded the fifth watch, drums and horns rang, and stars and Tianhe danced on three mountains. How many people cried and heard the news of the war? I saw the savage fisherman and woodcutter at dawn.

Sleeping dragons and galloping horses are not generals now. They are dust. Be quiet for a while. Oh, the noise of the world. "Decline": I know Song Yuzhi deeply, and he is also my teacher, the second of five-character poems.

Sad to see a thousand autumn, a tear, melancholy in different times, not at the same time. His old home between mountains and rivers-empty works, empty sex platform-is certainly not imagined in the dream? .

The palaces of Chu were all destroyed, and the fishermen who showed them today are not sure. Thousands of mountains and valleys near Jingmen, the village where girls grew up in Sri Lanka is the third of five-character poems.

She came out of the purple palace and entered the desert. Now she has become a green grave in the yellow dusk. Her face! Can you imagine the spring wind? Back to the soul in the moonlight.

The Tatar song on her jade guitar tells her eternal sadness! Zhuge's prestige transcends the earth, only the respect for his face, the fifth of five poems about historical sites. In order to plan the strategy of the world, generations seem to be Luan Feng's Luan Feng.

Yi Yin and Lv Shang are neck and neck, and their command of military operations is calm, which makes Xiao He Cao Can far behind. The succession of the Han dynasty was due to luck. Although Zhuge Liang was difficult to revive, he was determined and devoted himself to the busy military.

Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers last forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back. Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.

The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold. Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.

Poor banks have turned their hands into clouds, and their hands are covered with rain. Why count them? However, you see, the ancient Guan Zhong, the rich and poor gentleman's Bao Shuya, was abandoned like dirt.

Flowers are covered, the palace is darkened, vigils are held in the left courtyard of the palace, and birds are chirping to find a habitat. In the palace, thousands of families seem to be flashing, approaching the announcement that there should be more moonlight.

I didn't dare to sleep at night, but I heard the key unlock the door, the night wind murmured, and the voice of missing floated to Grelott. I have a petition to submit in the morning. I have been asking what time it is all night. In the second year of Zhide, he just returned to Fengxiang from Beijing Jinguangmen, and moved to Huazhou from the left in the early Yuan Dynasty. Because of this door, I have sad memories. This is the way I fled when the rebels reached the west end of the city.

It is still bold, lest some of my souls never come back. The valet returned to Jingyi, but the emperor sent me away again.

Forget it, my mediocrity is getting old day by day, bid farewell to Chang 'an and look back at the cornices of Qiangong! Wanderers listen to war drums, remember brothers on a moonlit night, and autumn geese sing.

The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright! Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.

Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop. For Li Bai at the end of the sky, a cold wind is blowing from the distant sky. What are you thinking, old friend? ? The geese never answered me, and the rivers, lakes and seas were flooded by rain.

A poet should be careful to prosper, but the devil can trouble a vagrant. It should be * * * murder. Throw him the poem, where he drowned himself in the Milo River.

This is the place where your comrades must leave you, bid farewell to General Yan at Ji Feng Station, and turn at the foot of these purple mountains. I wonder when we will raise our cups again. Like we walked on the moon last night? .

Everyone in every county praises you and can't bear to leave you. How glorious you are in the Three Dynasties. After seeing you off, I went back to Jiangcun village and spent the rest of my life alone.

Now I have to come back from this distant place and leave Premier Fang's grave. I will dismount next to your lonely grave. The place where I stood was wet with my tears, and the sky was dark with broken clouds.

I once played chess with the Prime Minister, and now I want to take the dagger he wants to my master. But I only saw petals falling, and I only heard Suzaku respond.

The breeze rippled on the grass bank, stayed out all night, passed through the night and blew to my still high mast. The endless plains are dotted with drooping stars. The moon runs with the river.

If only my art could make me famous. Free my sick old age from the office! . Flying around, what am I like? But sandpipers in the vast world! .

Climbing Yueyang Tower, I've heard about Dongting Lake for a long time, and now I'm climbing this building. The vast lake tore Wu Chu apart, as if the sun, moon and stars were floating in the water.

There is no news from my friends or relatives. I am old and sick, drifting in a boat. The battle of the north gate began again, and I cried through the railing.

Racing, racing, racing, Ma Xiaoxiao, each of you is carrying a bow and quiver. My parents, my parents, my wife and children all ran to see them. When they marched, the dust covered the sky and they couldn't see xian yangqiao.

On the way, holding soldiers' clothes, eating and crying, the sky rushed into the sky. Passers-by asked the soldiers how they got there, saying only that the roster was frequently recruited.

Some people go to the north of the Yellow River at the age of fifteen, even if they go to the western border to open up wasteland at the age of forty. Long in the middle, the hair is tied up with a headscarf, and when I come back, I am bald and guarding the border.

The blood in the side court turned into sea water, and Emperor Wu's heart was still beating for the war! Haven't you heard that there are hundreds of villages covered with vegetation in 200 states east of Huashan Mountain? Even if a strong woman plows the field with a hoe, nothing will grow on the crops in the field.

Moreover, the soldiers of the Qin Dynasty can fight hard, and there is no difference between chickens and dogs when they are rushed to fight. Although the elders have doubts, how dare those who serve complain? Just like this winter, we didn't stop the soldiers west of Hangukou from enlisting.

The county magistrate urgently urges people to pay taxes. Where does the tax come from? If you really know that boys are a bad thing, you might as well have a girl. Girls can also marry their nearest neighbors, and boys will die in battle.

Didn't you see Qinghai Head, where all the old bones were abandoned? The new ghost wails there, and the old one is loudest in the stormy dark sky.

I am just an old woodcutter, sobbing in a low voice, quietly following the winding river like the shadow of spring. There are thousands of palaces on the shore and new branches of willows. Who are you green for? ? I remember the colorful flags floating from the South Garden, which was full of colors.

The first lady of the kingdom, from the Sun Palace, waited on the emperor's royal chariot. The cavalry in front of them were all holding bows and arrows, and discerning horses were chewing gold.

An archer, chest up, through the clouds, smiling. Where are those perfect eyes and those pearly teeth? A blood-stained soul has no home and nowhere to go.

The clear water flowed eastward, passing through the cracks in the watchtower, and there was no news of her! Compassionate people shed tears and hoped that she would be as eternal as rivers and flowers? Tatars on horseback, in the dim twilight, covered the town with dust. I fled to the south, but I was still staring at the throne in the north. Wang Yue's majestic Mount Tai! ? Out of Qilu, green peaks can still be seen.

The magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful mountains in the south and the separation between morning and dusk in the north. Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly around in front of my nervous eyes ..

Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet. For Wei Ba in Chu Shi, meeting friends is almost as difficult as watching the morning star and the evening star.

Tonight is a rare event, and this lamp is candlelight. Two men who were young not long ago, but now their temples are gray! It shocked us to find that half of our friends had died, which made us sad.

We didn't expect that it would be twenty years before I could come to see you again. You were unmarried when I left, but now these boys and girls are in a row.

They were very kind to their father's old friends. They asked me where I went during the trip. Then, when we talked for a while, they brought me wine and dishes.

Spring chives are cut in the night rain, and brown rice is cooked fresh in a special way. My host announced that it was a festival, and he urged me to drink ten cups.

Less than ten.

2. Du Fu's poems describe the teacher's patient and meticulous education for students.

Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. This poem describes the teacher's obscure support for the students. In Du Fu's poems, "sneak into the night with the wind, and moisten things silently." To describe the teacher's obscure and subtle cultivation of him. Therefore, people often use Du Fu's poems to describe teachers' educational patience and persuasiveness.

The whole poem of "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" is as follows: Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. The wild path is dark, and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.

Good rain knows the solar terms of rain, just when plants sprout and grow in spring. As the spring breeze quietly falls at night, it silently moistens everything in spring. On a rainy night, the field path was dark, and only the lights on the river boat flashed alone.

Extended data:

At the beginning of Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night, the poet praised the spring rain with the word "good" and endowed it with personality.

Then use a vivid word "knowledge" to make heartless, ignorant and knowledgeable, saying that it knows how to meet objective needs and make spring rain spiritual.

"Sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently." Is to effectively implement the word "good". Rain is "good" because it is timely, unobtrusive, moist and silent.

Spring rain has a beautiful character of selflessly nourishing everything, silently contributing and asking for nothing in return. "The wild trails and clouds are all black, and the rivers and boats are bright." "Black" and "bright" set each other off into interest, pointing out thick clouds and rain feet, creating a strong aesthetic feeling, like an extremely vivid night scene in the rain, which is displayed in front of people. "Xiao looks at the red and wet place, and Jinguan City is heavy."

This is an imaginary scene, which is closely related to the "happiness" in the poem title, so as to fully associate the charming scene of Jinguan City in the early morning after the rain. In particular, the word "heavy" accurately describes the delicate and vibrant modality of flowers baptized by spring rain, and embodies the poet's praise for spring rain.

The whole poem is rigorous in structure, exquisite in words and delicate in description, as if it can breathe a pleasant breath of spring between the lines. It is worthy of being a famous ancient poem describing the rainy scene on a spring night and expressing joy.