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 when the torch turns to ashes, tears will flow dry.
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. Not far from her charming mountain, oh, bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
"Jihai Miscellaneous Work" Qing Gong Zi Zhen
Only the great explosive power of lightning can make the land of China exude vitality, but the social and political situation is not angry, but a kind of sadness. I advise God to cheer up and not stick to certain norms to belittle more people.
Seeking harmony, respecting teachers and retiring Tang Libai
The mountain peak is steep, and Capricorn's day is free from the memory of that year. Dial the clouds to find the ancient road, lean against the trees and listen to the flowing water.
Warm flowers lie on green cows, white cranes sleep on high pine branches. Talk to the teacher, the river has been shrouded in dusk, I want to walk alone in the cold mountain clouds.
"Apprentice" Liu Tang Shang
There is nowhere in the void, like glass. No matter who reaches the realm of poetry, Zen has gone beyond poetry.
"Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" Tang Du Fu
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
The wild path is dark, and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
Bai Juyi, a Tang poet in Yuan Dynasty
East palace white bastard, South Temple Zen master. Seeing each other in the distance, there is nothing in my heart.
The feeling on the blackboard is anonymous.
Choose words carefully, you need to chew to extract the essence. Half an acre of square pond is full of running water, so it takes great pains to raise new seedlings.
Bing Xin is anonymous
The jade pot has a heart of ice, and the brush writes the soul of the teacher. Enthusiasm is like a father's language, and talk like a friend.
A few lines of light words will accompany you for a lifetime. I hope that the latecomers can successfully report to the master.
Silkworm owners are anonymous.
It takes half a generation to teach children and daughters. White hair, sweet milk for life.
Feng he LV ye Tang zhong Hua Tang Bai Juyi
The green field hall occupies the splendor of things, and passers-by show you your home. Your father is full of peaches and plums, so why plant a variety of flowers in front of the hall?