What ancient poems are there to express gratitude to the teacher?

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.

There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! . ?

The opportunity to meet each other is really hard to get, and it is even more difficult to leave when leaving. Moreover, the weather in late spring, when the east wind is about to harvest, makes people feel even more sad. Spring silkworms don't spin silk when they die, and wax oil like tears can drip dry when candles are burned to ashes. Women dress up in front of the mirror in the morning, only worrying that the plump bangs will change color and the youthful appearance will disappear.

Men can't sleep at night, so they must feel Leng Yue's aggression. The other party's residence is not far from Penglai Mountain, but there is no road to cross, but it is out of reach. I hope an angel like a bluebird will visit my lover diligently for me.

2. Du Fu's Five Poems (Part Two) in Tang Dynasty

Decline: I am well aware of Song Yu's misery, romance and elegance. He is also my teacher.

Sad to see a thousand autumn, a tear, melancholy in different times, not at the same time.

His old home between mountains and rivers-empty works, empty sex platform-is certainly not imagined in the dream? .

The palaces of Chu were all destroyed, and the fishermen who showed them today are not sure.

The reason why vegetation withers is because I know Song Yu's sadness. I can be a teacher because of my free and easy literary talent and profound knowledge. Looking back, I can't help crying. Although we are different, we are equally frustrated. In your former residence, you left a brilliant literary talent in vain. Is it just a dream to rain in Wushan? Unfortunately, the Chu Palace has completely disappeared, but it is suspected that there are boatmen pointing out the remains.

3. Liu Ji in the Ming Dynasty, entitled "Taigong Fishing Guard Map"

It was a quiet night in the room, when Huang Xi was fishing alone.

Clouds look rich, while running water looks dull.

I should be a non-Zhao Xiong, and I should be respected as the emperor's teacher.

Xuanshang, as inherent, has been thought for thousands of years.

They were sleeping soundly in the room decorated with beautiful jade, and I was fishing in Huangxi alone. Looking at wealth status like a cloud, my eyebrows and hair turned white as time went on. Unexpectedly fulfilled the prophecy of Wang Wen Xiong Fei, and was honored as a teacher by the emperor. The glory of being a doctor is as good as ever. After a thousand years, it is thought-provoking

4. Bai Juyi, a Tang poem in Yuan Dynasty

East palace white bastard, South Temple Zen master.

Seeing each other in the distance, there is nothing in my heart.

Although the official career is difficult and the honor and disgrace are uncertain, it is no longer than the spring dream. Zi Yuan: My hair is half white and my face is covered with red dust. Maybe this is my destiny! So, let me hang my hat and become a monk, but I still can't do it.

5. Hsinchu in the Qing Dynasty? Zheng Xie

New bamboo is taller than old bamboo, and their growth is supported by old branches.

New students will be born next year, and ten dragons and grandchildren will go around Fengchi.

Hsinchu is taller than the old bamboo, and its growth depends entirely on the old branches. New ones will grow and grow taller next year.