Praise the teacher's poem

What are the poems that praise the noble "teachers' morality and style"

"LouDeDe" year: Song Author: Xu Jun dry people complain, but long for the country.

Not recommended by wise men, it can revive the Tang Dynasty the next day. "Fishing Boat" Year: Song Author: Wen Tianxiang a flying sail broke blue smoke, beating around to scare the bait to manage the bowstring.

On the ship, I have confidence in my teacher's ethics, but at sea, who knows Lv Zhonglian? At first, it was called melodious real thief boat, but later I heard it was a fishing boat.

Life is full of twists and turns, beautiful scenery and dark days. Years "Four Poems of Missing the Past": Song Author: Hu Zhonggong's visit to Jinshan Temple, a reed broke the sky. Angry waves beat the sky, and the rain was hazy. The finless porpoise blows waves and the water thunders.

When a ship loses its color, it is impossible to tell the difference between life and death. At this time, Lou Deyi was lying on his back watching the whale.

After noon, Ji suddenly opened and the shore was still on the way. The breeze swept through my clothes and the sun shone on the eaves.

The boat people comforted each other, and the monk greeted them with a smile. When Jin Ao returned, the moon was clear.

The sky is covered by waves, and the tide is quiet and deaf. The temple pavilion is resplendent and magnificent, guarding the real dragon shape.

Bo Shao is thoughtful, and the red wheel leans to Jiangxi. The torch flashed across the river, which surprised the diving scale.

Because I slept, I became interested in Weiyang City. How long will it take to know, not counting the years.

"Cheer for Guo Daochong's teacher's morality accidentally on the stage" Time: Tang Author: Zhu rushed to the cold countryside, with smoke and water shining in the forest. The snow-capped mountains are beautiful, and Pujun Lake is descending.

Quietly, you can fish for nylon, and you have to dust. I met two handsome friends and resigned with great wealth.

Climbing the platform hand in hand, talking and laughing is really fun. Eyes are far and near, and meditation is vast.

Death will sail and go straight to the bottom of the cave. It is difficult to swim together.

Scratch your head against the wall. "Sailing" Time: Song Author: Zhao Fan spent the night setting the flower garden, begging for a small walk.

The waves are rough. Treat my boat like dirt.

At that time, first frost was very powerful, and fighting was unbearable. Moisten the lungs and liver with warm and turbid wine bubbles, and the husband who is hungry and cold will feel at ease.

Self-pity is no more moral than building a building, and you can't lightly violate the precepts. Thank God Jiang for your pains, and don't blame me for dragging out an ignoble existence.