Untitled Li Shangyin
It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered.
Spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they die, and wax torches will not dry until they turn to ashes.
When you look into the mirror at dawn, you are worried about the clouds on your temples. When you sing at night, you should feel the cold moonlight.
There is not much way to get to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent in visiting. I don’t know if you are talking about ancient poetry. The following can also be considered poetry. . . 1. Your work is in the present, but you are building the future of the motherland; your teaching is in the classroom, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland.
2. Your position will never change, but your footprints are all over the world; your temples will turn gray one day, but your youth will last for a hundred years.
3. On our way from childishness to maturity, from ignorance to civilization, you use the torch of life to clear the way for us.
4. The teacher’s spring breeze bathes my heart every day.
5. A good teacher is better than ten thousand books.
6. Dear teacher, your sincere love has awakened so much confusion, nurtured so much self-confidence, ignited so much youth, and destroyed so many sails.
7. The silver hair of the crane reflects the sun and the moon, and the fervent heart fertilizes new flowers.
8. Once a teacher, always a father.
9. All these gifts are from my teacher.
10. Gardener, a noble title, I wish you a world full of peaches and plums, and spring sunshine everywhere.
11. Rivers push us to the vast sea, and dawn brings us bright mornings; dear teacher, you lead us to a magnificent life.
12. Teacher, people say that you are cultivating the pillars of the motherland. It is better to say that you are the pillars of the motherland. It is you who support the backbone of our generation.
13. Teachers are cultivators of beauty and sowers of beauty. It is you who shine with the beautiful sunshine and moisten with the beautiful rain and dew, so that our hearts are green and full of flowers.
14. Your love is as warm as the sun, as gentle as the spring breeze, and as sweet as the clear spring. Your love is more serious than father's love, more delicate than mother's love, and more pure than friendship. You--teacher's love is the greatest and most noble in the world.
15. Teacher, the light of wisdom emanating from us will always shine with the spark ignited by you yourself.