Praise the teacher's five-word quatrains

Tang dynasty: Shang Liu

There is nowhere in the void, like glass.

No matter who reaches the realm of poetry, Zen has gone beyond poetry.

The world is full of illusory illusions, as transparent as glass. Who can achieve that state of mind in poetry? Only inner purity can do it, and only Zen can produce wonderful poetry.

The reason why this poem praises the teacher is because from the name of the poem, "rewarding the teacher" expresses praise and praise for the teacher. Secondly, the whole poem expresses the teacher's tolerant and kind Zen mind, which enables him to write a wonderful poem in this empty world.

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Ming Dynasty: Liu Ji

I should be a non-Zhao Xiong, and I should be respected as the emperor's teacher.

Occasionally, Wang Wen Xiong Fei's dream came true, and the master of the emperor should be respected more.

3. Bing Xin

Modern: Bing Xin

The jade pot has a heart of ice, and the brush writes the soul of the teacher.

Chunchun is like a father's language and talks like a friend.

Bing Xin, wrapped in a white jade pot, praised the soul of her late teacher with her warm scarlet pen. Teachers talk like fathers and friends.

4. Teachers from afar

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

East palace white bastard, South Temple Zen master.

Seeing each other in the distance, there is nothing in my heart.

Translation:

When will I, a DPRK official, Henan Temple Ziyuan, meet again?

Probably have to wait until there is nothing secular in my heart.

5. Ji Hai's Miscellaneous Poems (5)

Qing Dynasty: 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.

Translation:

The sadness of parting extends to the distant sunset. When I left Beijing, I felt like I was at the end of the world with a wave of my whip to the east. I quit my job and went home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but it was not a heartless thing. It has become the soil of spring and can also play a role in cultivating the next generation.