The jade pot contains the heart of ice, and the ink pen writes the soul of the teacher. The sincerity is like a father's words, and the sincerity is like a friend. A few lines of light words can touch a person's life. I hope those who come after me will successfully repay Master. This article has compiled poems about gratitude to teachers. You are welcome to read them.
Poems about not forgetting the love of teachers
1. Scholars from the ancient times must be strict with their teachers, and their teachers will be strict and then they will be respected. ——Ouyang Xiu.
2. Learning is more important than respecting your teacher. ——Tan Sitong.
3. Once a teacher, always a father. ——Guan Hanqing.
4. The spring silkworms will not run out until they die, and the wax torch will not dry until it turns to ashes. ——Li Shangyin.
5. Even if you are not a bear, you should respect the teacher as the emperor. ——Liu Ji. An ancient poem that never forgets the teacher's kindness
"Lovely Rain on a Spring Night"
Du Fu
Good rain knows the season and happens in spring.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.
The wild paths are all dark with clouds, but the river boats are only bright with fire.
Look at the red stems at dawn, and the flowers are heavy in Jinguancheng.
"Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai·The vastness of separation and sorrow is slanting in the daytime"
Gong Zizhen
The vastness of separation and sorrow is slanting in the daytime, and the whip is chanted to the east to point to the cape.
Falling red flowers are not unfeeling things, they turn into spring mud to protect flowers.
"Sending the Monk Back to Jinshan Temple"
Xu Hun
Returning to Jiangshang Temple, he never forgets his old teacher.
When you stay in Xixi, you can see the beautiful mountains. When you stop your cup, you can see the traces of waves.
The autumn waves swallow up Chuyi, and the dawn moon goes to Jingmen.
In order to visit the place where the poem was written, a few words of "berry moss" were saved.
"The Immortal in the Yellow Crane Cave, Volume 4 of the Remaining Sound of the Ming Crane"
Ma Yu
Driving a salt truck all day long, beating the stick from time to time. Since then, my spirit has been depressed for a long time, like a sick horse. How can you travel well? Patriarch Bole came and sighed frequently after seeing him. He redeemed his body through many clever tricks and won his ambition. You must repay your teacher's kindness.