Don du fu
Good rain knows the season, 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.
"Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently" is Du Fu's praise for moistening things silently and timely rain, and this sentence is a true portrayal of teachers' silent dedication, hard work and training students for decades.
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Tang Li Shangyin
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming.
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.
Not far from her charming mountain, oh, bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
Spring silkworms don't spin silk when they die, and wax oil like tears can drip dry when candles are burned to ashes. Isn't our teacher the same? He devoted his life to educating and cultivating students until his death. Like a candle, it burns itself and illuminates the students until it burns out.
3. bees
Tangluoyin
No matter underground or on the mountain, where there are flowers in full bloom, there are bees busy.
After picking flowers into honey, who will work hard for whom and who will be sweet?
Bees picked hundreds of flowers, brewed honey, and stopped tasting it. Just like our teachers, they have worked hard to train groups of students, and only they know the hardships. All efforts are just to hope that students will get better and better.
4. Ji Hai's miscellaneous poems are disturbed by worries and forgotten by day.
Qing palace zizhen
The vast sadness of parting extends to the setting sun, away from Beijing, riding a whip to the east, feeling that people are on earth.
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 wrote that he resigned and returned to his hometown, just like a fallen flower falling from a branch, but it was not a heartless thing. It became the soil of spring and could also play a role in cultivating the next generation.