Spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they are dead, and wax torches will not dry until they turn to ashes. ——Li Shangyin "Untitled·It's hard to say goodbye when we meet"
Teachers preach, teach, and resolve doubts. ——Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty, "The Master's Theory"
Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers. ——Gong Zizhen's "Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai·Part 5"
Donggong Bai Shuzi, Zen Master Yuan of Nansi Temple. ——Bai Juyi's "Far Master"
Sneak into the night with the wind, moistening things silently. ——Du Fu's "Spring Night Joyful Rain"
Shake off and understand Song Yu's sadness, elegance and elegance are also my teachers. ——Du Fu's "Five Poems on Ancient Relics·Part 2"
The silver threads of the crane's hair reflect the sun and the moon, and the fervent heart fertilizes new flowers. ——Anonymous "Couplet"
God shines upon the loyal and courageous, and the teacher teaches the context of the article. ——Liu Kezhuang's "Man Jiang Hong· Biography of Past Lu"
The three things of Jian Jian are learned from hundreds of officials. ——Lu Zhaolin's "Nine Chapters of Zhonghe Le·Ge Gongqing No. 8"
The spiritual master did not worry about it and took the risk to postpone it. ——Han Yu's "Farewell to the Spiritual Master"
The master lives in the temple at the top of Jiting, with a sloping corridor and a curved pavilion leaning against the clouds. ——Zhang Ji's "Farewell to the Monks of Jitingshan Temple"
I heard Master Ying playing, and I got up and sat aside. ——Han Yu's "Listening to Master Ying Playing the Qin"
The jade pot contains the heart of ice, and the ink pen writes the soul of the teacher.
——Bing Xin's "Bing Xin"