Poems describing teachers

1, the silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and the wax torch will start to cry. (Li Shangyin's Untitled)

2, falling red is not heartless, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers. (Gong Zizhen's "Ji Hai Miscellaneous Poems")

3, eyebrows cold fingertips, head willing to be a donkey. (Lu Xun)

4. Do your best until you die. (Zhuge Liang)

5. Hold a heart without a blade of grass. (Tao Xingzhi)

6, if you want to eliminate disasters for saints, you will be willing to decline and cherish the old. (Han Yu's "Moving to the Left to Show Grandnephew's Neck")

7. After the flowers are picked into honey, whoever works hard for them will be sweet.

8, sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.