Seven poems on Teachers' Day bless teachers.

1, the time was long before I met her, but it was longer than we were apart. The east wind started and a hundred flowers blossomed. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and when the torch turns to ashes, tears will flow dry. 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! . -"Untitled" Tang Li Shangyin

2, the mighty sorrow is slanting during the day, and the whip refers to the end of the world. 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. -Ji Hai's Miscellaneous Poems.

No matter the flat land or the mountain tip, the infinite scenery is occupied. After picking flowers into honey, who will work hard for whom and who will be sweet? -"Bees" Don Luoyin

4. Love at first sight is too hasty, and the school flowers are a few degrees red. Deep friendship is always in the dream of the soul, and deep kindness is always in the heart. -"Four Musts, Unforgettable Teachers"

5. Kyushu is furious, and thousands of horses are sad. I advise God to cheer up and not stick to certain norms to belittle more people. -"Ji Hai Miscellaneous Affairs" Qing Palace from Jane

6. There is nowhere in the void, as if it were glass. No matter who reaches the realm of poetry, Zen has gone beyond poetry. -"Apprentice" Liu Tang Shang

7, teaching children and teaching women, half a generation is hard. White hair, sweet milk for life. -"Teacher Silkworm"