1. What are some good poems to praise a professor's lectures?

1. "Yuanshi" Tang Dynasty·Bai Juyi

Bai Shuzi of Donggong, Zen Master Yuan of Nansi.

Where to meet each other from a distance, when there is nothing in mind.

2. "Feng He Ling Gong Plants Flowers in the Green Field Hall" Tang Dynasty·Bai Juyi

The Green Field Hall opened to occupy Wuhua, and passers-by gave instructions to Ling Gong's house.

Your Majesty has peaches and plums all over the world, so why bother planting more flowers in front of the hall?

3. "Rewarding the Master" by Liu Shang of the Tang Dynasty

The void is nowhere, as if it were glass.

Whoever comes to the poetic realm, the Zen mind has passed the poem again.

4. "Master Xun Yong Resides in Seclusion" Tang Dynasty·Li Bai

A group of steep green skyscrapers, carefree and carefree.

Look for the ancient road through the clouds, listen to the flowing spring by leaning on the stone.

The green cows lie in the warm flowers, and the white cranes sleep in the high pines.

The language comes to the river at dusk, and the cold smoke falls alone.

5. "Feng He Ling Gong Plants Flowers in the Green Field Hall" Tang Dynasty·Bai Juyi

The Green Field Hall opened to occupy the beautiful things, and passers-by gave instructions to Ling Gong's house.

Your Majesty has peaches and plums all over the world, so why bother planting more flowers in front of the hall? 2. What are the poems about "speech"

1. People not only have the right to love their country, but patriotism is an obligation and an honor.

—— Xu Teli 2. Those who do not believe in their words will not achieve results —— Mozi 3. Serving the country will lead to thousands of deaths, and the temples will never be green again. ——Lu You Books are a huge force.

——Lenin, 4. It is never too late to learn. ——Gorky 5. Without honesty, there is no dignity.

————Cicero 6. Deceiving can only be temporary, but honesty is the long-term solution. ——John Ray 7. When you die, you know that everything will be in vain, but you will never see the same sorrow.

Wang Shibei fixed the day of the Central Plains, and he did not forget to tell Nai Weng about the family sacrifices. ——Lu You 8. Books are like medicine. Good reading can cure stupidity.

——Liu Xiang 9. Sincerity is the highest virtue in life. ——Chaucer 10. Read thousands of volumes and write like a master.

——Du Fu 11. Reading is like mining, "mining for gold in the sand." ——Zhao Shuli.

3. Recommend a few poems for pre-class speeches.

Let’s introduce a few modern poems~ The classic old poems are probably more likely to overlap, for reference 1. Index Finger "Believe in the Future" "When the spider web mercilessly sealed up my stove, when the remaining smoke of ashes sighed the sorrow of poverty, I still stubbornly spread the ashes of disappointment, and wrote with beautiful snowflakes: Believe in the future, when my purple grapes turned into tears in late autumn. My flowers are nestled in the feelings of others. I still stubbornly write on the desolate earth with the frost-covered dead vines: Believe in the future! Believe in the future. This is the warmest arm. Yes! I believe that this is the most charming color in the future. I want to use my fingers to point to the waves rushing to the horizon. I want to use my palms to hold up the sea of ????the sun. I sway the dawn—that beautiful and warm pen with the child's The handwriting wrote: Believe in the future. The reason why I firmly believe in the future is that I believe in the future. People's eyes have eyelashes that can brush away the dust of history. They have pupils that can see through the chapters of the years. Regardless of their melancholy and failure for us rotten flesh and lost ways. Whether pain brings moving tears, deep sympathy, or contemptuous smiles and bitter sarcasm, I firmly believe that they will give a warm, fair and objective evaluation of the countless explorations, losses, failures and successes of our spines. Yes. , I am anxiously waiting for their evaluation. Dear friends, believe firmly in the future. Believe in indomitable efforts. Believe in the youth that overcomes everything. Believe in the never-ending fighting spirit. Believe in the future and the future of life. The future will be bright and the life will be beautiful. Haha, the song "Forever Forward PS" is very suitable to inspire everyone's belief. I think many people in the class especially worshiped the index finger~ Haha, momentum and strength are indispensable! :) 2. All the endings of Xi Murong's "Youth" have been written, and all the tears have started, but I suddenly forgot what kind of beginning it was. In that ancient summer that will never come back, no matter how I try to pursue it When you were young, you just passed by like a cloud shadow, and your smiling face was very light and faint, gradually disappearing in the mist after sunset. Then I opened the yellowed title page. Destiny bound it extremely poorly, but with tears in my eyes, I read it over and over again. I have to admit that youth is a book that is too hasty. 3. Wang Guozhen's "Love of Life" I don't think about whether I can succeed. Since I have chosen a long distance, I only care about the wind and rain. I don't think about whether I can win love. Since I love roses, I bravely reveal my sincerity. I don’t think about whether there will be cold wind and cold rain behind me. Since the goal is the horizon, all that is left to the world is my back. I don’t think about whether the future will be flat or muddy. As long as I love life, everything is expected. 4. For tomorrow’s generation Teng Fei (the first contemporary IT poet) asked, which young man in this world doesn't want to have a glorious tomorrow? But, how can everything in this world be fulfilled? In this life, whether it is mediocre or extraordinary is actually very simple. The road ahead is right in front of us. The key depends on how we choose, because God has given us the same love and compassion, and given us the same talents and deadlines! Youth is limited, dreams are unlimited. The key is how we transform the limited youth to the infinite dream. Hope is ahead, and the dream is not far away. The story of success depends on how we perform it. Maybe, success will be tomorrow, or maybe, it is far away from us. ! In order to be able to realize today's dream in our hearts tomorrow, we must put away our greed and use our hard work and sweat to chase tomorrow. No matter how difficult the road ahead is, as long as we persevere and move forward courageously, we will have an unbounded and broad future. Boundless! 5 Rain Alley Dai Wangshu holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in the long, long and lonely rain alley, I hope to meet a girl who is as sad as a lilac.

She has the same color as lilac, the same fragrance as lilac, and the same sadness as lilac. She complains in the rain, mourns and hesitates; she wanders in this lonely rain alley, holding an oil-paper umbrella like me, Like me, I walked silently, feeling indifferent, desolate, and melancholy. She silently approached, approached, and cast a breath-like look. She drifted past like a dream, as sad and confused as a dream.

Like a branch of lilac floating in a dream, this girl floated by my side; she moved away silently, far away, reaching the crumbling fence and walking through the rainy alley. In the mournful song of the rain, her color disappeared, her fragrance dispersed, and even her breath-like eyes and lilac-like melancholy disappeared.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in the long, long and lonely rainy alley, I hope to float past a girl with a lilac-like knot of sorrow and resentment. Brief comment: "Rain Lane" is Dai Wangshu's famous work and early representative work. He once won the nickname "Rain Lane Poet" for this.

This poem was written in the summer of 1927. At that time, the country was in the grip of the White Terror. Because he had participated in progressive activities, Dai Wangshu had to take refuge in a friend's home in Songjiang. In solitude, he savored the disillusionment and pain after the failure of the Great Revolution, and his heart was filled with confused emotions and hazy hopes.

The poem "Rain Alley" is an expression of his mood, which is intertwined with the dual sentiments of disappointment and hope, disillusionment and pursuit. This sentiment was somewhat universal at the time.

"Rain Alley" uses symbolic lyrical techniques.

The narrow and gloomy rain alley in the poem, the lone walker wandering in the rain alley, and the girl who is as sad as a lilac are all symbolic images.

These images together constitute a symbolic artistic conception, which implicitly hints at the author's feelings of confusion, sadness and expectation, and gives people a hazy and deep sense of beauty. Musicality is another outstanding artistic feature of "Rain Lane".

The poem uses repetition, refrain, chorus and other techniques to create a looping melody and a melodious sense of music. Therefore, Mr. Ye Shengtao praised this poem as opening a "new era" for the syllables of new Chinese poetry. 4. Classroom Poetry Speech

Liu Yong's "Rain Lin Bell"

The chilling cicadas are sad, facing the long pavilion at night. The showers have just stopped, and there is no trace of drinking in the tents of the capital. Fang is nostalgic, and the orchid boat is urging him to start. Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, they were speechless and choked. The thought goes away, thousands of miles of smoke waves, the dusk is heavy and the sky is vast.

Passionate sentiments have hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even more embarrassing to neglect the Qingqiu Festival. Where will you wake up tonight? On the bank of willows, the dawn wind wanes and the moon falls. After so many years, it should be a good time and good scenery. Even though there are thousands of customs, who can I tell them to?

"Jade Butterfly"

Looking at the rain and the clouds, I lean on the railing quietly and watch the autumn light. The desolate evening scene makes Song Yu feel desolate. The water is gentle and the wind is gentle, and the duckweed flowers are growing old; the moon is cold and the dew is cold, and the phoenix leaves are turning yellow. Love is hurt, where are the old friends? The smoke and water are vast.

Unforgettable, the wine party during the period, a few lonely romances. Repeatedly change into stars and frost. The sea is vast and the mountains are far away. Where is Xiaoxiang? Recalling the twin swallows, it is difficult to rely on the news; it refers to the twilight sky and the empty consciousness returning home. Looking at each other sadly, in the sound of broken Hong, the setting sun rises.

"Eight Sounds of Ganzhou"

The dusk rain sprinkles the river sky to wash away the autumn. The frost is getting colder, the wind is getting colder, the Guanhe River is desolate, and the remaining light is shining on the building. The redness and greenness of this place have declined, and the beauty of the place has ceased. Only the water of the Yangtze River flows eastward without words.

I can’t bear to climb high and look far away, looking at the dimness of my hometown, and it’s hard to let go of my thoughts. Sighing at the traces of the past years, why is there so much suffering left behind? I want to see a beautiful woman makeup the building and look up. How many times have I missed it and returned to the boat after seeing the sky? Strive to know me, leaning on the railing, feeling sad

Sadula (Yuan Dynasty) "Hundred Character Order - Climbing the Stone City"

On the Stone City,

There is nothing in my eyes.

Point out the scenic spots in the Six Dynasties,

Only the green mountains are like walls.

The sun is blocked by banners,

There are clouds and oars,

The bones are like snow.

Across the river from north to south,

How many heroes have been wasted.

Lonely in the summer palace,

East wind chariot road,

Fragrant grass grows every year.

The setting sun is uninhabited on the pine path,

Will-o’-the-wisps rise and fall.

In front of singing and dancing bottles,

In the prosperous dream,

Dark hair changes to green.

Sad for eternity,

Qin Zhun is a bright moon.

"Shui Tiao Ge Tou" by Ge Changgeng (Song Dynasty)

Spring mountains are far away above the river, and dusk clouds are long below the mountains.

When we stay together and send each other off, we can see the two swallows whispering in the wind.

My eyes are filled with thousands of flying flowers, I look back at my old friend thousands of miles away, and my heart is filled with sorrow as I drink wine.

On the way back to Yanfeng, the smoke trees are growing green.

The sound leaks out, the lamp flame is short, and the horseshoes are fragrant.

Floating clouds and flying catkins cast their shadows towards Xiaoxiang.

How many winds are in front of me and the moon is under meandering to the ends of the earth, my soul’s dreams are also desolate.

It’s late spring again, and I’m speechless to the setting sun.

Xin Qiji's "Congratulations to the Bridegroom: Farewell to the Twelfth Brother of Maojia"

The green trees listen to the pelicans.

Geng Nakan, the partridges are singing, and the cuckoos are singing.

Crying to the end of spring has no place to be found, and the bitter hatred of Fangfei has stopped.

It’s not yet time to say goodbye to the world.

Immediately the pipa pass will be dark, the gate will be longer, the green chariot will leave the golden gate.

Look at Yanyan and send her back to my concubine.

The general’s reputation is ruined after a hundred battles.

Looking back thousands of miles to Heliang, old friends will never be seen again.

The water is flowing and the wind is cold in the west, and the clothes in the house are like snow.

A strong man, but his tragic song is incomplete.

The singing bird still knows how to hate, but it doesn’t cry, and its clear tears only make it cry blood.

Who fucked me, Zui Mingyue?

"Slow Voice" by Li Qingzhao

Searching and searching, deserted and miserable. It is most difficult to breathe when it is warm and then cold. Three cups and two cups of light wine, how can I defeat him? The wind comes late and the wind comes in a hurry! The wild geese are passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance.

The yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, and they are haggard and damaged. Who can pick them now? Watching the window, how can you be alone in darkness! The phoenix trees are covered with drizzle, and it rains bit by bit at dusk. This time, how could there be such a thing as "sorrow"!

Li Shangyin's "Jin Se"

The Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason, and each string and column reflects the past.

Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos.

The moon in the sea has tears, and the sun in Lantian is warm and the jade produces smoke.

This feeling can be remembered later, but it was already at a loss.