What are the ancient poems about "thanking teachers"?

Qing Dynasty: Zheng Banqiao

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.

Translation:

New bamboo is taller than old bamboo, and their growth depends entirely on old branches.

New ones will grow and grow taller next year. ?

2. "Far Teacher"

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

East palace white bastard, South Temple Zen master.

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

Translation:

When will I, a DPRK official, Henan Temple Ziyuan, meet again?

Probably have to wait until there is nothing secular in my heart.

The unnamed time was long before I met her, but it has been longer since we separated.

Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin

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! .

Translation:

It's hard to meet each other, and it's even harder to leave, not to mention in this late spring when the east wind is weak and the flowers are withered. Spring silkworms don't spin silk when they die, and wax oil like tears can drip dry when candles are burned to ashes.

Dress up in the morning and look in the mirror. I'm only worried that the clouds in my hair will change color and my face will disappear. I can't sleep alone in the long night, so I must feel Leng Yue's aggression. Penglai Mountain is not too far from here, but there is no road to cross. Please visit me diligently by a messenger like the bluebird.

4. "Listen to the clever teacher playing the piano"

Tang dynasty: Han Yu

Just like a pair of close children whispering, I had a dark conversation with two beautiful friends, the secretary.

Like the wind, who is singing the flag? A soldier likes to fight the king with his sword.

Eee logo turned into a floating cloud, you don't have to wander around the endless road.

Chirp and chirp can be clearly seen in the mist, and JAK's shadow flies towards the phoenix in the Woods of hundreds of phoenixes.

The cliffs pressed people to climb, and the dark valley collapsed under the thunderous sound of collapse.

I am ashamed that I have a pair of ears and a pair of music. I am too ignorant to appreciate music.

Listening to your music, the piano suddenly rose, making people sit down low.

In the panic, I reached out to block my chin, and tears had already poured into my eyes.

It's not unusual for a master to be good at kung fu. Don't fill my chest with ice and fire.

Translation:

It's like a pair of close children whispering, and I'm talking about a sad song with two beautiful friends. Powerful as the wind unfurls the flag, who is singing loudly, and the warrior is like a horse with a sword to kill the enemy and capture the king.

Turned into a cloud, catkins have no roots and no roots. The road to the sky is vast and useless. Twittering is obviously the wave of feathers in the smoke cloud, standing in the shadows of trees, and birds are flying at the phoenix. Every step of the cliff is pressing people to climb, and the abyss of Black Valley is still rumbling.

I feel ashamed. I have a pair of empty ears. I am too amateur to appreciate music. After listening to your piano, it's soft and hard, which makes people sit up and feel depressed. In my panic, I stretched out my hand to cover the piano, and tears were already surging. Master Ying's kung fu is really unusual. Don't fill my chest with ice and fire.

5. Five miscellaneous poems by Ji Hai.

Qing Dynasty: Gong Zizhen

The vast sadness of parting extends to the setting sun, away from Beijing, riding a whip to the east, feeling that people are on earth.

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.

Translation:

The sadness of leaving Kyoto is like a wave of water extending to the distance of sunset. With a wave of whip heading east, people feel at the end of the world.

Flowers and branches are not heartless things, even if they turn into spring mud, they are willing to cultivate beautiful spring flowers to grow.

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