Teachers who study should be happy when they recite poems and study.
quiet
Free of thought
Flowers bloom freely.
Open next to you.
Xiangbiantianxia
Read really.
transparent
Pure and clean
Push yourself away completely.
Grassland, blue sky, white horse
gently
For the beating heart.
Stay quiet.
Spring breeze, sunshine
blow
The teacher began to recite poems and picked up a book.
Stick to your heart
Unexpectedly, I haven't read a few lines yet.
I feel sorry for some complicated things.
For more than twenty years, I have been like a moth.
Try to get close to the gorgeous light
I hope to bring me light through books and ideals.
The compulsion of life is like a sharp sword.
My experience and soul are scarred.
I learned to touch the hardness of life with my skin.
The burden of life is borne by one person.
I don't know how many days
I regret the eternity of autumn water.
Let me despair for countless nights.
Why is the effort not amazing?
What I didn't expect was the mouth of a layman.
I have nothing to say in the face of life
The lure of money and power dazzles people.
Poor childlike innocence
Who forced the mask?
Reading, reading is a dream in my heart.
The toughness and steel strength of an experienced person.
Give yourself a ray of light.
You won't get lost in the long night.
Give yourself a ray of light.
You won't wander on the bumpy road alone.
Extract emulsion from books
Shaping people's character and cultivation
Just like I like writing articles.
This is not a gorgeous chapter.
But from the simplicity and cultivation in the bones.
I will continue to be like a fallen leaf from tomorrow.
Free fall, live a quiet life.
Write a few poems occasionally, and look at the long white clouds in the sky when you are bored.
Taste the purity of books.
Face the pain in life calmly.
Reading is like reading minds.
Gave me the strength to move forward.
Read the poems recited by related teachers: look at the fifth anniversary of spring, summer, autumn and winter
A book that is neither thick nor thin.
? Years of labor
? Harvest a moment's time
The share of pens turns black land.
A farmer emerged from a gap in the city.
be genuine and sincere
As soft as water
Have romantic freedom
Realistic rules, Fiona Fang.
After cold and hot, it tastes sweet and sour.
Draw grotesque clouds
Guess countless stars.
In your own secret body
Sow the field of hope
Year after year, spring blossoms and autumn harvest is fruitful.
Swallows fly from south to north.
They have been opened to the public.
The secret of sonnets?
The protagonist who is willing to be lonely
A singer who sings the soul alone.
Your efforts may come true.
late autumn
Maybe adapt to growing up.
The pure land that the soul longs for
Maybe it's completely become
The last pallor of the fundus?
Even at the end of time
There is only one person.
A loyal audience
Sit in your seat with no regrets.