This heart is bright, what can I say?
Take care, my heart will send you three miles.
A gentleman teaches tirelessly, but a teacher is strict.
Conscience is just a heart of right and wrong.
Thieves are easy to break.
It's hard to break a thief in my heart.
It is not expensive to make mistakes, but it is expensive to correct them.
Modest in heart, magnificent in quantity.
Those who plant trees need to prune their roots, while those who plant virtue need to prune their hearts.
Life is a serious illness, just one word "pride".
Nothing can be done in the world without will.
A good name for learning a serious illness.
This heart doesn't move, it just moves randomly.
The person who attacked my shortcomings is my teacher.
Danger is not in the chest, so what's the difference between floating clouds and space?
At night, the sea of tranquility and waves are three Wan Li, and the moon is windy.
Modesty is the foundation of all good, and pride is the root of all evil.
Modesty is the foundation of all good, and pride is the root of all evil.
Those who don't know or do. Knowing and not doing it is just unknown.
Therefore, those who are determined are also the heart of learning; As a scholar, this is also a question of determination.
Knowing is the beginning of doing, and doing is the achievement of knowing.
A thousand saints are shadows, and conscience is my teacher.
When dealing with friends, there are gains and losses in business.
The right person in the heart is the Tao heart; The heart of the Tao loses its rightness, that is, the heart.
Holding on to a person's ambition is like heartache, focusing on pain, and there is no time for gossip and meddling.
If you don't stand up, like a boat without a rudder, a horse without a title, what will happen in the end?
Lingya sees the twin peaks, where is the boundless? Worship the northwest wind and sweep away the haze for me.
If you don't stand up, if you don't have a rudder, the horse without a title will wander around and run away. What will happen in the end?
Unity of knowledge and action: knowing reason means doing, and knowing reason means knowing.
There is no good disgusting body, there is good malicious action. Knowing good and evil is a conscience, and doing good and evil is a matter.
Harm is greater than past merits, sin is greater than hiding the goodness of others, evil is deeper than attacking ability, and humiliation is more important than the shame of forgetting. Four preparations will be disastrous.
When Wang Yangming was playing in Nanzhen, a friend pointed to the flower tree in the rock and asked, "Some things in the world are unintentional, so what does it matter to me if the flower tree falls in bloom in the mountains?" Mr. Wang said, "when you didn't see this flower, it died with your heart;" When you look at this flower, the color of this flower will be understood in a moment; You will know that this flower is not in your heart. "
He also has many poems. Let's list a few:
Kuang Yinyun, two members of Wu Haitian Building in Gusu.
The clear snow blows cold and spring is strong, and the Jianglou is still in winter in March. The green hills turn in the dark, and the blue sea really becomes a shortcut.
The wind warms the eaves and teeth, and Shuang Yan plays with clouds and curtains. Looking back at the blue sky, imagine Dan stepping down from the Six Dragons.
Mountain neutral autumn book
The wind blows cicadas, and New Lin Qiu wakes up. The mountain pond is quiet and the summer heat has been collected. White clouds emerged from Qingfeng Mountain and suddenly became Qionglou.
Sitting naked on a stream stone, my heart is very long. Suddenly there is no stable state, and change is impossible. Ran Hao gave a long whistle, and suddenly a double Bai Ou appeared.
Letter from Shan Weng at Night Rain
The mountains are empty and the autumn night is quiet, and the moon is bright and cool. Walking by the stream in the moonlight, the shadow of the stream shakes the sky. Shan Weng is a language of water, and I will taste it when it matures.
Wan Yi waded into the stream and smiled at the bamboo house. Arrive late with an open mind, and you can't even cook. Lu Hua Ming orange pomelo, pick up the ice tray to incense.
Wash the lamp and enjoy it, and the strong songs will enter the boundless sky. Drunk on a rock, words are forgotten.
Xunchun
Shili Lake is full of lanterns and boats, seeking spring for the western regions. Seagulls fly away when they want to, and the wild old man leaves himself alone.
Sunset grass smells like rain, and Jiu Feng is a sunny brook. We enjoy ourselves everywhere, so why should Lanting talk about old tours?
Drunk West Lake: Two Books
After ten years of hard work, my eyes are clear again today. Good scenery hates old pens without sue, and begging for return is a congratulations.
Baifu flies to the green forest in the evening, and the blue wall turns clear. Zuihu Suyun Lake Temple is drunk, and the spring mountain falls into the river.
Don't hide red makeup. Guess it's bloom from the forest. * * * You don't need to get drunk, but you have your own fragrance.
Jiuhuashan Xiakexiu Cai Jia
Cangfeng is surrounded by layers, and Cuiwaterfalls surround Shuangxi. There are secluded houses in the sun, and Luo is deeply fascinated.
Spend the night at Wuxiang Temple.
Lying in the spring night without a license, the moon shines on five streams of flowers. Wash your eyes with water, and the clouds look at Jiuhua.
Rock head golden Buddha country, tree rafters and fallen immortals home. Just like smelling a crane, the sky fell crimson.
Topic 4: Old Go Map
The foggy weather outside is also promising, and the wind has aroused the thinking of future generations. However, it is better to play chess with Liu Xiang on the mountain.
Three poems of Wuxiang Temple
The old monk went under the rock and surrounded the house with pine and bamboo. Birds sing in spring and stay with tigers at night.
Looking at the Jiuhua wall, floating clouds give birth to Han Xiao. Mountain gods should be kept secret and not allowed to be seen by laymen.
When I smell LinYu in the silent night, the mountain god seems to want to stay. I'm only worried about the slippery stairs, not the top of the mountain.
Six Poems of Huacheng Temple
The city is deep in mountains, and pavilions are made out of nothing. It's crisp in autumn outside, the moon is in the sky, and it's rainy and cloudy on earth.
Bowl dragons descend in the clouds, and rock tigers return with the wind in the forest. Monks who love mountains best can do good deeds, and the lights in the night hall are accompanied by lonely songs.
Kuang Yinyun, two members of Wu Haitian Building in Gusu.
The clear snow blows cold and spring is strong, and the Jianglou is still in winter in March. The green hills turn in the dark, and the blue sea really becomes a shortcut.
The wind warms the eaves and teeth, and Shuang Yan plays with clouds and curtains. Looking back at the blue sky, imagine Dan stepping down from the Six Dragons.
Mountain neutral autumn book
The wind blows cicadas, and New Lin Qiu wakes up. The mountain pond is quiet and the summer heat has been collected. White clouds emerged from Qingfeng Mountain and suddenly became Qionglou.
Sitting naked on a stream stone, my heart is very long. Suddenly there is no stable state, and change is impossible. Ran Hao gave a long whistle, and suddenly a double Bai Ou appeared.
Letter from Shan Weng at Night Rain
The mountains are empty and the autumn night is quiet, and the moon is bright and cool. Walking by the stream in the moonlight, the shadow of the stream shakes the sky. Shan Weng is a language of water, and I will taste it when it matures.
Wan Yi waded into the stream and smiled at the bamboo house. Arrive late with an open mind, and you can't even cook. Lu Hua Ming orange pomelo, pick up the ice tray to incense.
Wash the lamp and enjoy it, and the strong songs will enter the boundless sky. Drunk on a rock, words are forgotten.
Xunchun
Shili Lake is full of lanterns and boats, seeking spring for the western regions. Seagulls fly away when they want to, and the wild old man leaves himself alone.
Sunset grass smells like rain, and Jiu Feng is a sunny brook. We enjoy ourselves everywhere, so why should Lanting talk about old tours?
Drunk West Lake: Two Books
After ten years of hard work, my eyes are clear again today. Good scenery hates old pens without sue, and begging for return is a congratulations.
Baifu flies to the green forest in the evening, and the blue wall turns clear. Zuihu Suyun Lake Temple is drunk, and the spring mountain falls into the river.
Don't hide red makeup. Guess it's bloom from the forest. * * * You don't need to get drunk, but you have your own fragrance.
Jiuhuashan Xiakexiu Cai Jia
Cangfeng is surrounded by layers, and Cuiwaterfalls surround Shuangxi. There are secluded houses in the sun, and Luo is deeply fascinated.
Spend the night at Wuxiang Temple.
Lying in the spring night without a license, the moon shines on five streams of flowers. Wash your eyes with water, and the clouds look at Jiuhua.
Rock head golden Buddha country, tree rafters and fallen immortals home. Just like smelling a crane, the sky fell crimson.
Topic 4: Old Go Map
The foggy weather outside is also promising, and the wind has aroused the thinking of future generations. However, it is better to play chess with Liu Xiang on the mountain.
Three poems of Wuxiang Temple
The old monk went under the rock and surrounded the house with pine and bamboo. Birds sing in spring and stay with tigers at night.
Looking at the Jiuhua wall, floating clouds give birth to Han Xiao. Mountain gods should be kept secret and not allowed to be seen by laymen.
When I smell LinYu in the silent night, the mountain god seems to want to stay. I'm only worried about the slippery stairs, not the top of the mountain.
Six Poems of Huacheng Temple
The city is deep in mountains, and pavilions are made out of nothing. It's crisp in autumn outside, the moon is in the sky, and it's rainy and cloudy on earth.
Bowl dragons descend in the clouds, and rock tigers return with the wind in the forest. Monks who love mountains best can do good deeds, and the lights in the night hall are accompanied by lonely songs.