1, in a threesome, there must be my teacher.
2, sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
3, there is nowhere in the void, just like who is in the realm of glazed poetry, Zen has passed poetry.
4. The most glorious occupation under the sun, the engineer of human soul.
5. Be upright and do things aboveboard. Bringing together heroes from all sides, we will make a name for ourselves and make the world mine.
6. In the past, the school was established, and the methods of education, teachers and students asked the right questions, resented development, repeated twists and turns, and induced confessions.
7. Teacher, you are a cultivator and a sower of beauty.
8. Good people are inspired by it, followed by good guidance, followed by teaching, and then neatness, and the bottom is against it.
9. You have propped up the backbone of our generation!
10 Please listen to me.
Ancient poems are:
1, "Xichuan Monk" still?
Teenagers fly from military horses, and teenagers on snowy mountains have no clothes. The great monk Akiyama said that our army had already beaten the tiger back before. 2, "Fenghe Gong Ling Lvyetang Planting Flowers" 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? ?
3. "Hsinchu" Zheng Qing Banqiao?
New bamboo is taller than old bamboo, and their growth is supported by old branches. I will come out again the next year and grow taller. 4. "Looking for a teacher to live in seclusion" Tang Libai?
The mountain peak is steep, and Capricorn's day is free from the memory of that year. Clear the thick clouds for the ancient road of Gu Shan, and the strange trees listen to the painting springs. Warm flowers lie on green cows, white cranes sleep on high pine branches. Language to the river, cold smoke alone.
6. "Untitled" Tang 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! . 7, "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.