1. "Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai·The sun is setting in the daytime of the mighty sorrow of separation" Ming Dynasty·Gong Zizhen
The sun is setting in the daytime of the mighty sorrow of separation, chanting the whip to the east points to the end of the world.
The falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers.
2. Master Yuan, Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
Bai Shuzi of Donggong, Zen Master Yuan of Nansi.
When we meet each other far away, when we have nothing on our minds.
3. Rewarding the Master Liu Shang of the Tang Dynasty
The void is nowhere, as if it were glass. Whoever comes to the realm of poetry will have a Zen heart and pass poetry again.
The jade pot contains the heart of ice, 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 words are light and thick, and they touch a person's life. I hope that those who come after me will succeed in repaying the honor of my master
IV. Untitled Li Shangyin
It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered.
Spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they are dead, and wax torches will not dry until they turn to ashes.
When you look into the mirror at dawn, you are worried about the clouds on your temples. When you sing at night, you should feel the cold moonlight.
There are not many roads to get to Pengshan, and the bluebirds are diligent to visit
5. Ode to the teacher
Four times of spring breezes have made preparations, and several autumn rains have washed the gaps.
The black hair accumulates frost and weaves the sun and the moon, and the chalk writes the spring and autumn without words.
The silk is spun out before it is old in spring, and the tears of candles turn to gray and become thicker in autumn.
Three thousand peaches and plums are sown in spring, and China is filled with fruits in autumn.