Poetry about teacher's love?

The jade pot has a heart of ice, and the brush writes the soul of the teacher.

Enthusiasm is like a father's language, and talk like a friend.

-Bing Xin "Bing Xin"

Highly respected, knowledgeable, looking forward to heroes.

-Kuang Huanxue's Six Poems by Teacher Tianjingsha

Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.

-Li Shangyin "Untitled"

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

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"

The crane sends silver silk to reflect the sun and the moon, and its efforts are full of new flowers.

-anonymous "crane hair and silver silk reflect the sun and the moon"

The mountains are sometimes long, only my teacher.

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Bee, you harvest flowers to make nectar. Who has worked hard and who wants to taste the sweetness?

-Luo Yin's "Bees"