A poem praising a good teacher

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Tang Li Shangyin

It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming.

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

In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.

There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .

2. Ji Hai's miscellaneous poems

Qing palace zizhen

Only the great explosive power of lightning can make the land of China exude vitality, but the social and political situation is not angry, but a kind of sadness.

I advise God to cheer up and not stick to certain norms to belittle more people.

3. "Reward teachers"

Don

There is nowhere in the void, like glass.

No matter who comes, Zen is full of poetry.