Bai Shu-zi in the East Palace is a distant Zen master in the South Temple. When you meet each other from afar, there is nothing in your heart. -"Yuan Shi" Tang Bai Juyi
There is no place in the void, as if it were like colored glass. No matter who comes to the poetic realm, the Zen mind has passed the poem again. -"Reward the Teacher" Tang Liushang
Falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud will protect the flowers. -"Ji Hai Miscellaneous Poems" Qing Gong Zizhen
sneaked into the night with the wind, moistening things silently. -"Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" Tang Du Fu
The jade pot keeps the ice heart, and the brush pen writes the teacher's soul. Enthusiasm is like a father's language, and talk is like a friend. -"Bing Xin" anonymous
A threesome must have my teacher. -The Analects of Confucius
and the silk-worms of spring will weave until they die, and every night the candles will weep their wicks away. -"Untitled" Tang Li Shangyin
but how much love has the inch-long grass, who won three Chunhui. -"A Wandering Son" Tang Meng Jiao
teaches children and daughters, and works hard for half a generation. Full of white hair, sweet milk for life. -"Teacher Silkworm" is anonymous
Being upright and doing things aboveboard. Bringing together heroes from all sides, we will become famous and let the world be my own. -"Six Poems of Tianjingsha" is anonymous.