Send the monk back to Jinshan Temple.
Xu hun
When you return to Jiang Shang Temple, you will never forget your kindness.
In tin, every mountain view, stop at the cup to see the wave marks.
Tao Qiu swallowed Chu Yi and Xiao Yue went to Jingmen.
In order to visit the poetry department, the word "raspberry moss" was left.
Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night
Du Fu
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.
Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
Distant division
Bai Juyi
East palace white bastard, South Temple Zen master.
Seeing each other in the distance, there is nothing in my heart.
Sea miscellaneous poems
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.
Seven wonders? Kanglake
Love at first sight is too hasty, and the school flowers are a few degrees red.
My kindness is always in my dream, and my deep gratitude is always in my heart.
Sea miscellaneous poems
gong 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.
Reward teachers
Shangliu
Nothing, as if like glass.
No matter who reaches the realm of poetry, Zen has gone beyond poetry.
Seek harmony, respect teachers and live in seclusion.
Lipper
The mountain peak is steep, and Capricorn's day is free from the memory of that year.
Dial the clouds to find the ancient road, lean against the trees and listen to the flowing water.
Warm flowers lie on green cows, white cranes sleep on high pine branches.
Talk to the teacher, the river has been shrouded in dusk, I want to walk alone in the cold mountain clouds.
silkworm
It takes half a generation to teach children and daughters.
White hair, sweet milk for life.
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Li shangyin
I met her a long time ago, but it has been longer since we broke up.
From the east wind, a hundred flowers blossom.
Spring silkworms will spin silk then.
Every night, the candle will cry dry the wick.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror.
However, she bravely faced the cold moonlight with her evening song.
Not far from her charming mountain,
Oh, bluebirds, listen! -Give me what she said! .