What are some poems praising "preschool teachers"?

1. "A Happy Rain on a Spring Night" by Du Fu

Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently.

The wild paths are all dark with clouds, but the river boats are only bright with fire. Look at the red and wet place at dawn, the flowers are heavy on the official city.

Translation: Good rain seems to choose the right time to fall in the spring when all things emerge. With the gentle breeze, it quietly enters the night. Finely and densely, it nourishes all things on the earth.

Thick dark clouds cover the fields and paths; little lights flicker on the fishing boats on the river. Look at the dew-laden flowers tomorrow morning. The whole city of Chengdu will surely be in full bloom.

2. "Feng He Ling Gong planted flowers in the Green Field Hall"? Bai Juyi

The Green Field Hall opened to occupy Wuhua, and passers-by pointed out the way to Ling Gong's house.

Why should I plant more flowers in front of the hall when my father-in-law has peaches and plums all over the world?

Translation: The green field hall is open and captures the essence of all things. Passers-by say it is your father-in-law’s home.

Your Majesty has students all over the world, so why bother planting flowers in front of your house?

3. "Five Poems on Ancient Relics Part 2" by Du Fu

Shaoluo knew Song Yubei well, and he was also my teacher in the elegance and elegance. I shed tears when I look forward to the eternity, and depression is different from generation to generation.

The old house in Jiangshan is empty and empty, and the clouds and rain are desolate. How can I dream of it? In the end, all the Chu palaces were destroyed, and the boatman’s advice is still doubtful.

Translation: The falling leaves are a reflection of Song Yu’s sadness, and his elegance is worthy of being my teacher. Looking back at Qianqiu's past, I shed tears of sympathy. My life experience is equally miserable, but it's a pity that I was born at the same time.

The mountains and rivers are still the same, the old house is still in the air, and the clouds and rain are desolate. Is it really a ridiculous dream? The most regrettable thing is that the palace of the King of Chu has long since disappeared, and the boatman still pointed out the ruins, making it suspicious.

4. "Hsinchu" Zheng Xie

Hsinchu is higher than the old bamboo branches, all because of the support of old stems.

Next year there will be another new born, a ten-foot-long dragon grandson circling Fengchi.

Translation: The new bamboo can surpass the old bamboo entirely because of the growth and nourishment of the old bamboo.

When new bamboo grows again in the second year, it also begins to breed new bamboo, so that the pond is surrounded by lush young bamboo.

5. "Untitled" Li Shangyin?

It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered. Spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they die, and wax torches will turn to ashes before their tears dry up.

When you look into the mirror at dawn, you are worried about the clouds on your temples. When you sing at night, you should feel the cold moonlight. There is not much way to get to Pengshan, and the blue birds are diligent in visiting.

Translation: It is a rare opportunity to meet, and it is even more difficult to part with each other. Moreover, the weather of late spring is about to end with the east wind, and the flowers have faded, which makes people even more sad. A spring silkworm spins a cocoon and spins out all its silk only when it dies. A candle burns out and turns to ashes before the tear-like wax drips dry.

When a woman dresses up and looks in the mirror in the morning, she is only worried that her lush, cloud-like hair will change color and her youthful appearance will disappear. If a man moans and cannot sleep at night, he must feel the cold moon encroaching upon him. The other party's residence is not far away from Penglai Mountain, but there is no way to get there and it is out of reach. I hope there will be a messenger like a blue bird who will diligently visit my lover for me.