I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation. -Gong Zizhen's "Ji Hai Miscellaneous Poems No.5"
New bamboo is taller than old bamboo, and their growth is supported by old branches. -Zheng Xie's Hsinchu
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. -Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"
Your father is full of peaches and plums, so why plant a variety of flowers in front of the hall? -Bai Juyi's "Planting Flowers in the Green Field Hall of Gong Ling in Fenghe"
Decline: I am well aware of Song Yu's misery, romance and elegance. He is also my teacher. -Du Fu's "The Second of Five Records of Places of Interest"
I should be a non-Zhao Xiong, and I should be respected as the emperor's teacher. -Liu Ji's "Title Taigong Fishing Guard Map"
Listening to your music, the piano suddenly rose, making people sit down low. -Han Yu, "Listening to Ying Shi Playing the Piano"
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It was a long time ago that I met her, but it has been longer since we broke up?
From the east wind, a hundred flowers blossom. ?
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die?
Every night, the candle will cry dry the wick. ?
In the morning, she saw her bun changing in the mirror?
However, she bravely faced the cold moonlight with her evening song. ?
There are not many roads to Pengshan.
Oh, bluebirds, listen! -Give me what she said! ?
Praise the teacher?
I remember your hands were covered with powder?
I remember your kind teaching?
I remember your new silver hair.
Because of you, students can become talents?
The world is so civilized because of you?
Teacher, are you a bright lamp?
Find a home for the lost child?
Teacher, are you an angel?
In September, dedicated to the teacher?
September, as scheduled. ?
Therefore, the world is brilliant. ?
We sing September.
Because this is your eternal festival. ?
Let's remember September.
Because this is our sincere confession. ?
September is an emotional cup.
We hold our hands high?
In the sound of sincere blessing,
Please drink. ?
September's music has been played.
Please accept our gift in September.
All the teachers who are struggling on the education front. ?
Teacher's ode?
Others take gold from life?
You can only get flowers?
Your gold is the morning sun?
Your silver is the moon of the fifteenth?
But you still whistle happily.
Your pride is the fragrance of peaches and plums