A poem describing a teacher.

1, falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more. -Gong Zizhen's Five Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai in Qing Dynasty

Flowers and branches are not heartless things, even if they turn into spring mud, they are willing to cultivate beautiful spring flowers to grow.

2. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. -Li Shangyin's Untitled in the Tang Dynasty

Spring silkworms don't spin silk when they die, and wax oil like tears can drip dry when candles are burned to ashes.

Your husband is full of peaches and plums, why not plant more flowers in front of the hall? -Bai Juyi's "Planting Flowers in the Greenfield Hall in Gong Ling, Fenghe" in the Tang Dynasty

Pei Gongling's students are all over the world. Where is it necessary to plant flowers in front of the door?

4. "Decline": I am well aware of Song Yu's bitterness, romance and elegance. He is also my teacher. -Du Fu's Five Epic Poems in the Tang Dynasty, Part Two

Fallen leaves know Song Yuzhi's sorrow, and they are romantic and elegant, which is worthy of being my teacher.

5. Hsinchu is higher than the old bamboo branches, and it is all supported by old cadres. -Hsinchu by Zheng Xie in the Qing Dynasty.

Hsinchu can surpass the old bamboo because of its birth and nourishment.