Poems on orchids

1. Praise the teacher's poem with orchids 1, "Writing Orchids"

Ming Jing bian bian

Tao is a deep forest, but it also has the fragrance of grains.

Because the wind is tight, why not spend Xiaoxiang.

2. "The Odd Fragrance on the Peak"

Zheng Qing Banqiao

Being on the top of Qian Shan, the rock is deep and deep, with strong fragrance.

If there are no idle clouds under your feet, you will not know each other.

3. orchids

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I love orchids and exotic flowers, but I don't like the color of Chunyang.

The west wind is cold and dew in the deep forest, and no one can smell it.

4. Blue

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Green grass, lush, I miss you, and I miss you.

Yingying's leaves are all exposed, as if to crow at people.

5. "Orchid"

Jin qingqiu

It is best to plant 9 varieties together, and it is best to help beautify the head.

As soon as I came out of my master's porch, I was ashamed of Wu Fanpai.

6. "Orchids in the Mountains"

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It is this flower that lives in seclusion through the ages, not asking for Wen Da, but asking for misty clouds.

Pick firewood or fear the road, but also take a mountain to build.

2. Praise the teacher's poem 1 There are orchids, "write orchids"

Ming Jing bian bian

Tao is a deep forest, but it also has the fragrance of grains.

Because the wind is tight, why not spend Xiaoxiang.

2. "The Odd Fragrance on the Peak"

Zheng Qing Banqiao

Being on the top of Qian Shan, the rock is deep and deep, with strong fragrance.

If there are no idle clouds under your feet, you will not know each other.

3. orchids

Ming Xue. com

I love orchids and exotic flowers, but I don't like the color of Chunyang.

The west wind is cold and dew in the deep forest, and no one can smell it.

4. Blue

what

Green grass, lush, I miss you, and I miss you.

Yingying's leaves are all exposed, as if to crow at people.

5. "Orchid"

Jin qingqiu

It is best to plant 9 varieties together, and it is best to help beautify the head.

As soon as I came out of my master's porch, I was ashamed of Wu Fanpai.

6. "Orchids in the Mountains"

thank

It is this flower that lives in seclusion through the ages, not asking for Wen Da, but asking for misty clouds.

Pick firewood or fear the road, but also take a mountain to build.

3. Praise the teacher's poem with flowers ★★★★ Praise the teacher's poem1:★★★ Four degrees of spring breeze and several degrees of autumn rain wash the gap.

Black hair and frost weave the sun and the moon, and chalk writes the spring and autumn without words. Before the spring is old, the silk spits, and the candle tears turn into gray and autumn is thicker.

Peach and plum are sown in three thousand gardens in spring, and Qiu Lai is rich in China fruits. I love my teacher. A teacher is like a red candle, which ignites the fire in the students' hearts, but burns itself until the red candle turns to ashes.

Teachers, like gardeners, feed our flowers, but work hard for themselves until their physical strength is exhausted. We must become the pillars of the country when we grow up! The teacher is so selfless! Ah! Teacher, we love you! ★★★★ Praise the teacher's poem 3: ★★★-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! Dedicate youth to nothingness. We pay high tribute to you! -You have worked hard, teacher! I can only help you here, old teacher-you are like a drizzle in spring, nourishing flowers and irrigating the earth, and we are also trying to suck the drizzle and grow.

Teacher-you are like an autumn breeze, blowing the yellow land and calling for rice. We have a bumper harvest. Teacher-in my dark life, you lit the brightest lamp for me; Teacher-you are the guide on my misty life; Teacher-you pointed out the direction for me in my rough life; Teacher-you gave me a pair of powerful wings, let me travel in the world of knowledge! ★★★★ Praise the teacher's poem 4: ★★★★ The golden wind sends laughter, and the sweet-scented osmanthus floats.

Today's teacher's holiday is coming again. Teachers have worked hard for our growth.

We will never forget the teacher's love for us. Hello, teacher! People compare teachers to red candles, which illuminate others and burn themselves.

People compare teachers to gardeners and cultivate peaches and plums all over the world. Teachers are the noblest career in the world.

The teacher gave us ideal sunshine and wisdom sunshine. The teacher guided us to the path of sunny life.

Teachers expect us to be the sun in the new century. The teacher's words moisten my heart like spring rain.

The teacher watered our growth with the rain of knowledge. Gentle spring rain is the teacher's love for us.

The teacher's words and deeds are like spring rain. The teacher is willing to be a green leaf and hold us up as red flowers.

The teacher is a green leaf, willing to contribute silently. The green leaves symbolize that teachers are always young.

When we bloom like flowers, we will never forget the kindness of green leaves. Teachers are like trees, with blue sky overhead and feet on the earth, silently benefiting the society.

Teachers are big trees, bringing spring scenery to the world. The teacher sowed the seeds of hope and cultivated us into a forest.

Young trees grow into pillars, never forgetting the gardener's cultivation. Yes, teachers' enthusiasm is like the sun, teachers' teaching is like spring rain, teachers' style is like green leaves, teachers' career is like a tree, and our teachers are good. ★★★★★★ Praise the teacher's poem 5: ★★★★★★★ You give a flower, I give a flower, let's make a big wreath and give it to my dear teacher and mother.

It is you who gave the seeds, the warmth like sunshine; It was you who watered the seedlings with sweat. Your eyes are like bright stars, shining with charming brilliance; Your singing is like a clear spring, which brings joy to everyone.

Wherever we go, always remember your feelings; No matter where we go. Always remember your words.

Wherever we go, always remember your love; Wherever we go, it will be a flower of yours. ★★★★ Praise the teacher's poem 6: ★★★★ September, as scheduled.

Therefore, the world is brilliant. We sing September, because it is your eternal festival.

We remember September because it was our sincere confession. September is an emotional cup. We hold high our sincere wishes with our hands. Please drink a toast.

The music has been played in September, please accept our gifts in September, all the teachers who are struggling in the education front. I remember your hands were covered with powder. I remember your kind teaching. I remember your new silver hair. Because of you, students can become talents. Because of you, the world is so civilized. You are a bright light to find your tutor for the lost children. You are an angel. Praise the teacher. Psalm 8: Praise the teacher for getting gold from life for others. You can only get flowers. Your gold is the morning sun. Your money is yours.

4. Complete works of beautiful poems describing orchids, 1, Thirty-eight Ancient Styles, Lonely Orchid Garden, Tang Libai.

Lonely orchids live in secluded gardens, and grass is a weed.

Although the sun shines brightly in spring, I feel sorry for the crisp moon in autumn.

First frost early, green dare not rest.

If there is no breeze, who will deliver the fragrance?

Lonely orchids grow in a deep garden, and all kinds of weeds cover it together. Although the sunshine in spring once took care of it, the moon in autumn immediately rose to the sky, making it sad again. Autumn frost, rain and snow whipped the green leaves and safflower, and Lan's life may be coming to an end! If there is no breeze blowing, for whom can orchids be fragrant?

2, "Planting Orchids" Su Songzhe

Lansheng Valley is unknown, and I am a guest.

Knowing that pure fragrance can relieve filth, I am more sympathetic to the delicate leaf cream.

Chou Xiang grass with dense roots and shrubs in the afternoon.

For the * * * Hall in Wu Hong, please refer to Chu Ci Zhang at present.

Orchids grow in the valley and no one appreciates them. A friend planted some for me in Dong Xuan. Its fragrance can remove filth, and what is more pleasing is that its fine leaves can resist wind and frost. Rooted on the edge of dense stones, flowers bloom in early autumn, and clusters of leaves are shaded by bamboo pruning at noon. I want to use it to take Wu Hong vanilla to your highness, so that we can often see the artistic conception in Chu Ci.

3. Stone, named Yang Cigong Chunlan

Chunlan, like a beauty, dedicates herself without shame.

Smell the wind and smell the fragrance, but not Peng Ai.

Dan Qing's portrait color wants to make up for the biography of Li Sao.

Like an elf, the crown dare not swallow.

Chunlan looks like a beauty. They don't need to be picked, so their shy appearance is actively displayed to people. Even if you can no longer see the covered Chunlan, you can still smell the refreshing fragrance from time to time with the breeze.

Yang Cigong's "The Picture of Chunlan" faithfully depicts Chunlan with a wonderful pen, reaching the point where it can complement Li Sao and be worthy of Qu Yuan. Facing this Chunlan is like facing Ling Jun, which makes people afraid to wear it on their heads and desecrate him.

4, "Yong Lan" in Cha Xiao.

A residual stalk can be envied, and a room is fragrant.

Flowers are not competitive, including Xiuwei frosts.

It can be worn with orchids with broken stems and leaves, and naturally emits fragrance in the room, but its blooming does not compete with other flowers to pull out branches, which contains beautiful aesthetic feeling and withers in the slight frost.

5, "Drinking in the Front Yard" Tao Jin Yuanming

Orchids are born in the vestibule, containing breeze.

The breeze is blowing against the wind, and the weeds are fragrant.

Go on, lose my old way, conform to nature or Per.

Now that you are awake to go, be careful that the bird abandons the bow.

Orchids in quiet places grow in the yard, with rich fragrance waiting for the arrival of the breeze. When the breeze blows gently, orchids give off bursts of fragrance, which can be immediately distinguished from weeds such as Xiao Ai.

If you go straight ahead, you will lose the old road, and the road ahead may only be accessible by following the natural road. I realized I should go back. Without birds, a good bow and arrow will lose its use. Metaphor has become a major event, and the hero is useless and can be disposed of.

5. A poem praising orchids Wu Jiaji's "March 3 Poems" The bow of the boat rained like silk last night, and my potted orchids bloomed and the flowers competed for the day of cultivation. It's time for tourists to go home.

Zhu Yizun's "Lady Gu Painted Orchids" Brothels went to the pen bed empty, and Xizhou said thank you. There is also the color of Qinhuai Cao Fang, and the lights are evenly dyed with sunset red.

Wang's "Phoenix Flower Blue" was written by a poet, and Yaochi's clear shadow goes hand in hand. As soon as I say nothing from a weak point of view, Yaya's proposal is pitiful.

Shi Tao's "Mo Ran" is rooted in dust, so it is lonely to give it to poetry. Who has used a thousand sticks of incense? When the ink is spilled in the pool, it will be relieved.

"Moran" is covered with white bones, with clear leaves, and it is amazing to look back and smile in the wind. My own pen and ink is written by myself, that is, the front is the back.

"Moran" puts aside Yao Cao and points to Chunxing. I'm tired of listening to Huang. Under the leaves, you walk through the clouds, and nothing in the world is completely green.

I believe he is drunk in the cold valley, and my dress is spineless. Not every flower can be infatuated, but it is more fragrant in the dust.

Michelle Ye's Qiu Lan has a plant in front of the temple, which has a unique fragrance. In the past, it was called the king's fragrance, and it was also a square gentleman because of its four rhymes. Qiu Lan color, green cloth leaf.

Love this king's incense, show the atrium with flowers. You fen San, static shadow sparse.

Is it necessary to waste more than nine books on Sao Jing? "Clouds and bamboo trees are luxuriant, and the land is full of mountains". The mountain road is Xu He, and the sound of streams can be heard everywhere.

The bamboo is dark and the old wood is dead. Listen to the birds singing on the threshold and climb the cliff to collect different scents.

In the middle of spring, everything blooms. Ode to the Orchid has long flowers and graceful green leaves, and the wind can't hide the fragrance in the valley.

Don't take it for granted, even if no one is proud of it. Fan Cheng's "Yong Huai" is the fragrance of the king, fragrant in the breeze.

Never cave in, never strive for wealth and beauty. Cao Yin's Winter Orchid Winter grass is cold and blue, and orchids are flowers.

As clear as a digger and as thin as a poet. Cong Xiu has several strands of hair with double bun on it.

At dusk, the window smells fragrant and the wind shadows want to weave yarn. Zhu Zaizhen's "Jianlan" is full of valleys and berries.

If you don't sew, you will get hurt. Better than being a doorknob. After crossing the mountain, Zi Peizhen went to several pavilions.

Turn around and forget Min Hai, and fall in love with Xiang. Think lightly about returning home in the daytime, and the clear spring will soak in the evening.

The jade ball bounces again and again, and the day can be used. Hua Yan's "Lan" is full of clouds, beautiful and refined.

The cool wind moves at night, and the beauty asks for it. Gao's "On Painting, Irrigation and Fu Painting" is scattered and fragmentary, while Banqiao painting is detached.

Li Lan's skin, sweet smell and pine branches are blowing with the wind. Sitting in clothes, the north window is cool, and the old slave is too crazy.

Ren Huang's Painting the Orchid (three poems) smells fragrant and the walls are empty. One punch is charming in ancient rhyme, and beauty is lonely.

I've thought a lot about Yuan and Li, but I feel far sad. The paper window evokes the fragrance of the soul, and the face dare not envy.

Magnetic bucket raises beautiful stones, and the source is fragrant. You came from Wangchuan and got this pink book.

The bright "text sent by Shilan" is an empty rock with several grasses on it. Write about the dustman, don't forget Lin Quan.

Li's "Orchid Collection" (three songs) is blurred and cold, and the hero tears through the ages. Putting pen to paper and pondering over the past, Hengqin may not be in tune with Lan.

Chu Qingfeng flooded the pen, and the guest was lingering for twenty years. Self-pity does not sing green songs, and thousands of flowers in Chiba are for the world to see.

Don't laugh for heaven, you are always ignorant, but you also cherish the sadness of your temples. When the household is eager to get rid of it, it is afraid of losing its fragrance in the mountains.

Wang's Orchid Orchids are in bloom in the valley. * * * Follow me in the quiet period, and the empty mountain wants to go far away.

Blue grass is as good as a hermit's heart, standing proudly in the clouds. Spring breeze gives birth to an empty valley every year, and the pipa remains fragrant.

Li Yi's "Ink and Wash Whelan" is a flower with shallow summer and deep spring, and several stems are slanting. Although not as good as orchids, it is also a luxury to plant 100 acres together.

"Fang Fei in the Valley" is full of the breath of Fang Fei, with only a few potted plants and stone walls. I remember the spring breeze scattered in the valley, and flowers went home like grass while firewood.

Jin Nong's "Painting Orchids" is raining too hard, and the female orchids are not blooming. Soft notes are all fibers, not counting Ma Siniang of Jinling.

Miao Gongen's "Lu Lan" is barren with ice roots and green leaves, and dewdrops adorn pearls. Laughing half contains half vomit, and my heart is bright.

Shentong's "Orchid was written by Mr. Yi Feng", the orchid was empty and became the fragrance of the king. The fragrant wind fills the field, and the appearance is clear and clear.

Affectionate, independent and fragrant. He sees Xiao and Ai on good terms.

Small exposure to AIDS, orchid suffered from severe frost. As soon as the wind turns, the clothes are full.

Zheng Xie's Half-Pot Lanruitu has a pot of Shimada Hanzo and half a flower. No venting, no fear of decay.

6. Poems about praising teachers ★★★ Praise teachers' poems1:★★★★★ Four spring breezes and several autumn rains washed the gap.

Black hair and frost weave the sun and the moon, and chalk writes the spring and autumn without words. Before the spring is old, the silk spits, and the candle tears turn into gray and autumn is thicker.

Peach and plum are sown in three thousand gardens in spring, and Qiu Lai is rich in China fruits. I love my teacher. A teacher is like a red candle, which ignites the fire in the students' hearts, but burns itself until the red candle turns to ashes.

Teachers, like gardeners, feed our flowers, but work hard for themselves until their physical strength is exhausted. We must become the pillars of the country when we grow up! The teacher is so selfless! Ah! Teacher, we love you! ★★★★ Praise the teacher's poem 3: ★★★-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! Dedicate youth to nothingness. We pay high tribute to you! -You have worked hard, teacher! I can only help you here, old teacher-you are like a drizzle in spring, nourishing flowers and irrigating the earth, and we are also trying to suck the drizzle and grow.

Teacher-you are like an autumn breeze, blowing the yellow land and calling for rice. We have a bumper harvest. Teacher-in my dark life, you lit the brightest lamp for me; Teacher-you are the guide on my misty life; Teacher-you pointed out the direction for me in my rough life; Teacher-you gave me a pair of powerful wings, let me travel in the world of knowledge! ★★★★ Praise the teacher's poem 4: ★★★★ The golden wind sends laughter, and the sweet-scented osmanthus floats.

Today's teacher's holiday is coming again. Teachers have worked hard for our growth.

We will never forget the teacher's love for us. Hello, teacher! People compare teachers to red candles, which illuminate others and burn themselves.

People compare teachers to gardeners and cultivate peaches and plums all over the world. Teachers are the noblest career in the world.

The teacher gave us ideal sunshine and wisdom sunshine. The teacher guided us to the path of sunny life.

Teachers expect us to be the sun in the new century. The teacher's words moisten my heart like spring rain.

The teacher watered our growth with the rain of knowledge. Gentle spring rain is the teacher's love for us.

The teacher's words and deeds are like spring rain. The teacher is willing to be a green leaf and hold us up as red flowers.

The teacher is a green leaf, willing to contribute silently. The green leaves symbolize that teachers are always young.

When we bloom like flowers, we will never forget the kindness of green leaves. Teachers are like trees, with blue sky overhead and feet on the earth, silently benefiting the society.

Teachers are big trees, bringing spring scenery to the world. The teacher sowed the seeds of hope and cultivated us into a forest.

Young trees grow into pillars, never forgetting the gardener's cultivation. Yes, teachers' enthusiasm is like the sun, teachers' teaching is like spring rain, teachers' style is like green leaves, teachers' career is like a tree, and our teachers are good. ★★★★★★ Praise the teacher's poem 5: ★★★★★★★ You give a flower, I give a flower, let's make a big wreath and give it to my dear teacher and mother.

It is you who gave the seeds, the warmth like sunshine; It was you who watered the seedlings with sweat. Your eyes are like bright stars, shining with charming brilliance; Your singing is like a clear spring, which brings joy to everyone.

Wherever we go, always remember your feelings; No matter where we go. Always remember your words.

Wherever we go, always remember your love; Wherever we go, it will be a flower of yours. ★★★★ Praise the teacher's poem 6: ★★★★ September, as scheduled.

Therefore, the world is brilliant. We sing September, because it is your eternal festival.

We remember September because it was our sincere confession. September is an emotional cup. We hold high our sincere wishes with our hands. Please drink a toast.

The music has been played in September, please accept our gifts in September, all the teachers who are struggling in the education front. I remember your powdered hands, your charitable teachings, and your new silver hair. Because of you, students can become talents, and because of you, the world will be so civilized. Teacher, you are a bright light, looking for homes for children who have lost their way. You are an angel.