1. Falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud will protect the flowers. -Gong Zizhen (Qing Dynasty)

Translation of Jihai Miscellaneous Poems V: Like a fallen flower falling from a branch, it is not a heartless thing, but it turns into the soil of spring and can also play a role in cultivating the next generation.

2. and the silk-worms of spring will weave until they die, and every night the candles will weep their wicks away. -Li Shangyin (Tang Dynasty) "Untitled time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted"

Translation: Spring silkworms don't spit out silk until they die, and wax oil like tears can drip dry when candles are burned to ashes.

3, sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. ? -Du Fu (Tang Dynasty) "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"

Translation: With the breeze, quietly enter the night. Fine and dense, nourishing everything on the earth.

4. The new bamboo is higher than the old bamboo branches, and it is all supported by the old ones. -Zheng Xie (Qing Dynasty) Hsinchu

Translation: Newly-grown bamboos are taller than old ones, and their growth depends entirely on the old branches.

5. Your father is full of peaches and plums, so why plant more flowers in front of the hall? -Bai Juyi (Tang Dynasty)

Translation: Pei Linggong's peach and plum students are all over the world, so where is it necessary to plant flowers in front of the house?

6. Bai Shu-zi in the East Palace is a distant Zen master in the South Temple. -Bai Juyi (Tang Dynasty) Yuan Shi

Translation: When will I, an official in the DPRK, and Ziyuan Zen Master in the South Temple meet again?

7, the language comes to the river at dusk, and it is cold and smoky alone. -Li Bai (Tang Dynasty)

I talked with Yong Zun until the river was shrouded in dusk, so I had to walk down from the misty cold alone? Mountain

8. after all the flowers are gathered into honey, who will work hard for and who will be sweet? -Luo Yin (Tang Dynasty) The Bee

Translation: Bees, you have picked all the flowers and turned them into nectar. Who do you work hard for and who do you want to taste the sweetness? ?

The above are all poems about praising teachers.