Praise the teacher's ancient rhyme

Spring is still here.

Candle is more intense.

Planting peaches and plums

Fruitful China

Rain and dew moisten peaches and plums

Black and white painting spring and autumn

Who knows the snow on the temple?

The sun and the moon are disappearing.

Zan teacher 1

Four degrees of spring breeze,

Several autumn rains washed away the gap.

Black hair and frost weave the sun and the moon,

Chalk has no words to write spring and autumn.

Spring blossoms,

Candle tears turn to ashes, and autumn is stronger.

Spring sowing peaches and plums in 3,000 gardens,

2、

Jade pot with ice in its heart

Zhu Bi wrote the soul of a teacher.

As earnest as a father's language.

Talk like friends and relatives.

A few lines of light words

Make a deep impression on life

The hope of the latecomers

Report success to the master

Bai Juyi in the Tang Dynasty of Yuan Dynasty

East palace white bastard, South Temple Zen master.

Seeing each other in the distance, there is nothing in my heart.

Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.

The mountain is sometimes long, and I am the only teacher who is long.