The poems or famous sayings that praise the teacher are as follows:

1. Since I was handed over my clothes in the middle of the night, I don’t envy Wang Xiang for his sword. ——"Book of Thanks" by Li Shangyin

Appreciation: This is a letter written by Li Shangyin to Linghu Chu in the form of a poem. The first two sentences of this poem say that the poet was lucky enough to be favored by Linghu Chu and impart knowledge, but he never received any repayment. At this time, the poet served as an inspector, and he should also be responsible for writing. Because it is a Jie town, it has the metaphor of "serving the dragon Tao".

This is a poem describing teachers. It means that because teachers impart knowledge, they do not envy others for their high status, power or wealth. Teachers are more concerned with imparting knowledge than with their own interests or wealth. This poem emphasizes the teacher's noble character and teaching-oriented mentality.

2. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently. ——"Joyful Rain on a Spring Night" by Du Fu

Appreciation: Good rain knows the timing of rain. It is when plants sprout and grow. It falls quietly in the night with the spring breeze, nourishing it silently. Everything on earth. In the rainy night, the wilderness was dark, and only the lights on the river boats were particularly bright. After dawn, look at the flowers with rainwater. They are beautiful and red. The whole Jinguan City has turned into a world of blooming flowers.

This poem praises the teacher's education and teaching methods. The spring breeze turns into rain, moistening things silently. It also reflects the teacher's own quality and care for students, teaching by words and deeds, silent care, careful influence, and silent care.

3. Falling red flowers are not heartless things, they turn into spring mud to protect flowers. ——"Miscellaneous Poems of Jihai" by Gong Zizhen

Appreciation: The sadness of parting extends to the distance of the sunset. When you leave Beijing, you will feel like you are at the end of the world, with a whip whipping towards the east. I resigned and returned to my hometown, like a flower falling from the branches, but it was not ruthless. It turned into the soil of spring and played a role in nurturing the next generation.

The poet empathizes with things and creates new meanings through falling flowers, showing us a magnificent realm: "Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers"! In the poet's view, the life of a fallen flower as an individual is terminated; but once it turns into spring mud, it can protect and nourish new flowers, and its life will continue to the next generation, reflecting the true value of life.