Untitled time was a long time before I met her, but it was even longer since we were separated by 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! .
Gong Zizhen Ji Hai's Miscellaneous Poems (V).
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.
"Bees" by Luo Yin.
No matter underground or on the mountain, where there are flowers in full bloom, there are bees busy. After picking flowers into honey, who will work hard for whom and who will be sweet?
In addition to the above three poems, there are many ancient poems thanking teachers, which are recommended below.
"Taigong Fishing Guard Map" by Liu Ji.
It was a quiet night in the room, when Huang Xi was fishing alone. Clouds look rich, while running water looks dull.
I should be a non-Zhao Xiong, and I should be respected as the emperor's teacher. Xuanshang, as inherent, has been thought for thousands of years.
Han Yu, Listening to the Clever Teacher Playing the Piano.
Just like a pair of close children whispering, I had a dark conversation with two beautiful friends, the secretary. Like the wind, who is singing the flag? A soldier likes to fight the king with his sword.
Eee logo turned into a floating cloud, you don't have to wander around the endless road.
There were hundreds of birds, and suddenly I saw a lonely phoenix. The cliffs pressed people to climb, and the dark valley collapsed under the thunderous sound of collapse.
I am ashamed that I have a pair of ears and a pair of music. I am too ignorant to appreciate music. Listening to your music, the piano suddenly rose, making people sit down low.
In the panic, I reached out to block my chin, and tears had already poured into my eyes. It's not unusual for a master to be good at kung fu. Don't fill my chest with ice and fire.
"Reward teachers" Author: Shang Liu.
There is nowhere in the void, like glass. No matter who reaches the realm of poetry, Zen has gone beyond poetry.
"Seek harmony, respect teachers and live in seclusion?" Author: Li Bai.
The mountain peak is steep, and Capricorn's day is free from the memory of that year. Clear the thick clouds for the ancient road of Gu Shan, and the strange trees listen to the painting springs.
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.