There are poems praising the teacher and asking God for help.

Untitled-Li Shangyin, the time was long before I met her, but it was longer after we parted, and the east wind rose and a hundred flowers blossomed. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song. There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! . "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"-Du Fu knows when it rains and when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. The wild path is dark, and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy. What does the teacher want? Silently cultivate cattle. The three-foot platform holds the sun and the moon, and a piece of chalk writes the spring and autumn. Humble does not envy lofty branches, and wealth depends on fruitful results. There are peaches and plums all over the world on five continents, and they are happy in the humble room and forget their worries. What does the gardener want from vomiting and bleeding? Sweat, sweat, spring and autumn. The wind has no complaints, only for the benefit of the pillars. Tao Liyan, comforting frost head, likes to forget worries. I'd like to pave the way, and I'd like to be a ladder to climb the Qionglou. 1. Send you a bunch of flowers to show our respect for you; Send you a touching song, bring you a little sweetness. Teacher-you have worked hard, you have brought us through the difficulties, you have nourished us with knowledge, but you never ask for anything in return. You told us not to give up easily when we encounter difficulties. Since then, our life has been full of joy at any time. There is a lot less trouble. It adds a kind of fortitude. It's another harvest autumn, and you still hold the colored brush in your hand. It depicts a beautiful blueprint and nourishes the peaches and plums of the motherland. In the middle of the night, you are still preparing lessons carefully, and in your sleep, you are still recalling the joy of our success. We are flowers in full bloom in spring, and you have played a wonderful melody for us. You are a diligent gardener, and we will remember your earnest teachings. Have a good life. 5. 1, you are not an actor, but you attract our hungry eyes; You are not a singer, but let the clear spring of knowledge tinkle and sing charming songs; You are not a sculptor, but you are shaping the soul of young people ... Teacher, how can I forget you! 2. The name engraved on the board may not be immortal, and the name engraved on the stone may not be immortal; Teacher, your name is engraved in our hearts, which is truly eternal. Some people say that teachers are like mountains, because mountains are lofty and revered. I also want to say that teachers are like the sea, because the sea is vast and immeasurable. 4. There is everything in the ends of the earth, only the teacher is infinite. Thank you teacher! 5. Birds encounter wind and rain and hide in their nests; There is wind and rain in my heart, always hiding in your arms-teacher, you are my umbrella and wind wall, how can I not thank you! 6. If I can fight the blue sky, you gave me wings to fly; If I am a warrior who breaks the waves, you have given me the power to make waves; If I am an immortal torch, it is you who give me the light of youth! 7. Those who drink from it are pregnant with its source, while those who learn from it think of my teacher. 8. Whether it is cold or not, peaches are ripe and Li is skilled. It is easier to grow flowers than to educate people. The valley is very fragrant, poems are full of people, paintings are full of people, and talented people smile. 9. Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then the students are the sand in the clam; You lick it, grind it, soak it, and wash it with love ... Over the years, the sand turns into pearls and shines. 7. How many years of seasonal cycle are praised by teachers? How many spring, summer, autumn and winter? You are a red candle burning bright life, how much blood and sweat you have dedicated, and you are spreading the fire of wisdom with your true feelings. Just like the spring silkworm dedicated her life's loyalty, just like the winter plum sang the song of early spring. How many invisible nights, how many bright lights, there is a figure in front of your desk in the long night, you add hair in your hair, you laugh on the three-foot platform, and you shorten the distance between hearts with your love. You are the sunshine that melts the cold ice and snow, and you are the guide that leads people out of the maze of science. Ah! Glorious teachers and hardworking gardeners! The fragrance of peaches and plums is your joy, silently dedicating your selfless heart. Ah! Glorious teachers and hardworking gardeners! The fragrance of peaches and plums is your joy, silently dedicating your selfless heart.