The falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers.

Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.

Looking up will make you taller, and drilling will make you stronger.

The peach gift is silent, but the trick is its own fault

Once a teacher, always a father

The jade pot contains the heart of ice

Written in Zhubi The soul of the teacher

As sincere as a father's words

Yin Yin is like a friend

Light and light in words

Densely touches a lifetime

Looking forward to the latecomers

Successfully repaying the master

Rewarding the master Tang Liu Shang

The void is nowhere, as if it were glass.

Whoever comes to the poetic realm, the Zen mind has passed the poem again.

Yuanshi Bai Juyi of Tang Dynasty

Bai Shuzi of Donggong, Zen Master Yuan of Nansi.

When we meet each other far away, when we have nothing on our minds.

Spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they are dead, and wax torches will not dry until they turn to ashes.

Mountains are high and rivers are long and they will eventually fade away, but the kindness of my teacher will last forever

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It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet,

The east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered.

Spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they are dead,

The wax torch will not dry until it turns to ashes and tears.

In the morning mirror, I am worried about the change of my hair,

When I sing at night, I should feel the cold moonlight.

There is not much way to get to Pengshan.

The blue birds are diligent in visiting