(Gong Zizhen)
The vast sadness of parting extends to the setting sun, away from Beijing, riding a whip to the east, feeling that people are on earth.
I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation.
2
Reward teachers
There is nowhere in the void, like glass.
No matter who reaches the realm of poetry, Zen has gone beyond poetry.
★★★★ Praise the teacher's poem1:★★★
three
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.
four
Spring blossoms,
Candle tears turn to ashes, and autumn is stronger.
Spring sowing peaches and plums in 3,000 gardens,
Qiu Lai, China is rich in fruits.
five
& lt& lt Yuan >> Tang Bai Juyi
East palace white bastard, South Temple Zen master.
Seeing each other in the distance, there is nothing in my heart.
six
Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night
Tang-Du Fu
Good rain knows its correct time;
When spring comes, it will fall.
The wind blows its mouth at night;
Silent, it moistens everything.
seven
Seven stunts, two unforgettable essays/ancient road trips by teachers.
Love at first sight is too hasty, and the school flowers are a few degrees red.
Deep friendship is always in the dream of the soul, and deep kindness is always in the heart.
8 Untitled/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 dry when they turn to dust.
Teaching is like a spring breeze,
The teacher's kindness is as deep as the sea.
Peach and plum are all over the world,
Spring is shining.
10 Hanju
Song] Zheng Sixiao
Flowers don't merge (1),
Independent hedging is not bad.
I'd rather die on a branch with incense,
Have you ever blown in the north wind?
Momei (1)
Wang Mian
The trees at the edge of Xiyan Lake in my home,
Flowers bloom and fade with ink marks.
Don't boast that the color is beautiful,
Leaving only fresh air (4) filled with dry Kunwu.