The beautiful ancient poems to thank the teacher are as follows:
Yuanshi Tang Bai Juyi Donggong Bai Shuzi, Nansi Yuan Zen Master. Where to meet each other far away, when there is nothing in mind. It rains on a spring night. Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty knows the season when it rains. When spring comes, it will happen. Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently. The wild paths are all dark with clouds, but the river boats are only bright with fire. Look at the red and wet place at dawn, the flowers are heavy on the official city.
Ji Hai’s Miscellaneous Poems Qing Gong Zizhen Jiuzhou is angry and relies on wind and thunder, and it is sad that thousands of horses are silent. I urge God to cheer up and send talents of any kind. Master Xun Yong lived in seclusion in the steep green sky of Li Bai Qun in the Tang Dynasty, enjoying his life without remembering his years. Move the clouds to find ancient roads, lean against trees and listen to flowing springs. The flowers are warm, the green cows lie down, and the pines are high and the white cranes sleep. The language comes to the river at dusk, and the cold smoke falls alone.
Untitled·It’s hard to say goodbye when we meet. It’s hard to say goodbye when Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty sees each other. The east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered. The spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they die, and the wax torches will not dry until they turn to ashes. The morning mirror is full of worry, but the clouds on the temples are changing, and the moonlight is cold when singing at night. There is not much way to go to Penglai, and the blue bird is eager to visit. Rewarding Master Liu Shang of the Tang Dynasty, the void was nowhere, as if it were glass. Whoever comes to the realm of poetry will have a Zen heart and pass poetry again.
I have a feeling when writing on the blackboard. It takes a lot of chewing to pick up the fine parts. Half an acre of square pond has flowing water, and people have worked hard to cultivate new seedlings. The anonymous jade pot stores Bingxin, and the ink pen writes the soul of the teacher. The sincerity is like a father's words, and the sincerity is like a friend. A few lines of light words can touch a person's life. I hope those who come after me will successfully repay Master.
The anonymous teacher taught his son and daughter, and worked hard for half a lifetime. A head full of white hair, sweet milk for life. The Six Poems of Tianjingsha·Guan Zhongtu Anonymous People are upright and upright in doing things. Gathering heroes from all over the world, I will be able to conquer the world.