The falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers.
Spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they are dead,
The wax torch will not dry until it turns to ashes.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.
Looking up will make you taller, and drilling will make you stronger.
The peach gift is silent, but the trick is its own fault
Once a teacher, always a father
The jade pot contains the heart of ice
Written in Zhubi The soul of the teacher
As sincere as a father’s words
Yin Yin is like a friend
A few lines of words are light
A thick touch for a lifetime
Looking forward to those who come after me
Successfully repay the master
Reward the teacher Tang Liu Shang
The void is nowhere, as if it is like glass.
Whoever comes to the poetic realm, the Zen mind has passed the poem again.
Yuanshi Bai Juyi of Tang Dynasty
Bai Shuzi of Donggong, Zen Master Yuan of Nansi.
Where to meet each other from a distance, when there is nothing in mind.