The moonlight night is hazy, the pool is sparkling, and I only see a lotus flower. Leng Yue is an empty mountain with dense bamboo shadows and solitary orchids.
This glance, two of the same kind; On this day, there is a lot of tenderness; This year, hand in hand. That look, don't give up parting; Where will you go on that day? That year, I only missed it.
The desert is windy, and the goshawk flies alone. The scenery in Saibei is infinitely good, only sighing that there is no one to accompany.
Cherry blossoms bloom brilliantly, snowy nights and moonlight set each other off, and the sunset shines; Ling Xue met by fate, and the mountain peak was silent and happy, looking at the horizon alone.
Red flowers and green leaves, spring flowers and autumn fruits, go to reincarnation every year; Let a hundred flowers blossom just for spring, through the flowers, leaving no leaves on the body. I don't know when I will come back.
The world is riddled with worldly affairs, and Buddhism only crosses the barrier of karma; Under the bodhi tree, cultivate self-cultivation, leave the world, and only be a practitioner; A robe. Put it down.
The sky is full of white clouds, the breeze is foggy in Shan Lan, and the dark starry sky is accompanied by the moon; Magnificent mountains and rivers, lush flowers and grass in the forest, butterflies and bees dancing and playing with flowers.
Ten years of life and death, returning to the temples like frost. When I left, I felt high-spirited, erect and full of vigor. When I came back, I looked vicissitudes of life, my figure was no longer, and I stumbled.
Returning home, flowers bloom and flowers fall, and the grass is fragrant; The beauty is haggard, the white hair is like frost, and the solitary words are desolate.
Recalling the past, my heart is at ease, watching the river flow eastward, and the breeze and bright moon blow the hills. Looking at the present, the ambition is not here, so we can only open the door of the castle peak.
Drunk dreams, beautiful women are gone, dreams wake up and flowers fall. When spring is blooming, I meet you by the water.
The moon in the water, the flower in the mirror, is illusory and hard to touch; Conan Huang Liangmeng, who lived a prosperous life, was just a dream.
There are many troubles in the world, some people are happy and others are worried; In fact, there is nothing in the world, but people are disturbing themselves; Treat it with a normal heart and a carefree life.
The world of mortals is full of smoke and clouds, prosperous as flowers, ordinary love sighs, vows of eternal love, and finally buries the loess; Life and death are inseparable. On the bank of Naihe Bridge, a bowl of Mengpo soup will forget this life.
The autumn wind is bleak and the flowers are long, and the full moon reflects the ups and downs of the world; Dry grass and dead leaves, the autumn wind rolled up for a while, leaving a desolate wilderness.
A person traveling in the world, through the secular, see through everything in the world, gains and losses are also in vain, there is nowhere to be sad; A broken flower stands on the branch, just for the last bloom.
The romantic figure is accompanied by a red face, and the day is jealous of a red face. After a while, where will you go to see that elegance burns out like sand at your fingertips; Beauty has been unlucky since ancient times, leaving countless regrets.
The future of the world is very important. When you laugh at the meeting, you will make great achievements in the world. The dynasty fell and rose again, the people's sufferings were destroyed by prosperity, gone with the glitz, and war broke out. Who knows the sufferings of the people?
The success of the dynasty made generations of heroes go down in history. Who knows that a general will become a thousand bones, and a white-haired general will cry; Boudoir new wife complains, high school has white hair and tears, and how much white hair is sent.
On the solstice of winter, everything is silent. Looking at vilen and plain clothes, the world is vast; Red plums stand proudly in the snow, and their bones are frosty against the wind.
People's hearts are like graves, and the dead are buried. How many romantic things happened in those years are now buried in the bottom of my heart; Things change, and everything is buried in loess.
In the past, the corner of safflower stood proudly, but the rain fell petals, wet blue bricks and red flowers, leaving only green stems and leaves; Flowers bloom and fall every year, just to show a little red.
When you are on earth, beauty and bones have become sand; Returning home dressed in gold, ten miles of red makeup, childhood has been a wife for others, leaving regrets around the heart.
Flowers on the other side open the yellow road, accompanied by soul reincarnation, flowers bloom and leaves fall, leaves grow and flowers fall, and the Millennium reincarnation is wrong.
Twin flowers bloom side by side, interdependent, one withers and the other blooms, which deeply hurts the expression of love, the love that dies without regret and misses.
Roses leave lovers, thousands of vows turn to ashes, flowers wither, and vows without regrets disappear with flowers; The past is like smoke, infatuation is hard to understand, and the figure of beauty is deeply rooted in people's hearts.
The pursuit of the past has become empty, leaving only blue sky and white clouds, and yellow sand has buried the dust of the past everywhere; The past years have been eventful, and I sigh that I am now devastated and look forward to the life of Qingshan.
? Leaves wither and flowers fall, disappearing into a lifetime of youth; The thin horse is lonely, and the end of the world is heartbroken; The sunset glow reflected the bustling fireworks.
? Three thousand fahua recites endless cause and effect, and looking back is already a thousand fires. If the flowers are not in full bloom, how can you make a promise and commit this Buddhist sin?
? Zhuang dreams of becoming a butterfly lover. You are both a gift and a robbery. The moon is full and people are scattered, and the lonely shadow is oblique, so leave a message. This scene is like last night, sleepless, sweet-scented osmanthus. Acacia is unintentional, and this feeling is unique. In my dream, the flowers fell enthusiastically, but when I woke up, the flowers were gone. Looking back, Chunhua got a silver butterfly.
Flowers are like beautiful songs and soft words, but the heart is long and can't stay. If peach blossoms are soft in spring, peach blossoms cannot be separated from the hearts of several people. This heart is waiting for you, spring, summer, autumn and winter, but you haven't looked back.
? Forgetting Sichuan leaves reincarnation for a few people, and the heart is long and I don't know how to worry. The other shore is soft, but the other shore does not rot. This feeling is for you, pine and cypress willow, but you didn't look back.
When the snow drifts home at night, my heart will never fail. Plum blossoms show pride and don't open idle trees. This fate is for the monarch, poetry and songs, but you are guarding the frontier.
The west wind shutter door reflects the candle window, and my heart is full of love. If Epiphyllum blooms in Wei Tuo, it will be desolate. I am willing to think of you, the universe is vast, but you are sad.
Flowers bloom with wealth, paintings are splendid, and my heart is full of worries. If peonies bloom in China, peonies will not be reviled. This man is Jun Hua, a poet of wine and scented tea, but you have left all this behind.
? The moonlight in the south of the Yangtze River sings evil spirits, but my heart is filled with emotion. If a rose is really in love, it won't bloom or reflect the green leaves. As a monarch, where will you go? You have lost your love.
Acacia is difficult to cross, and my heart wanders around the world. Orchids bloom, they will remember, orchids will not bloom in the valley. This life is your memory, elegant and kind, but you turn away.
After waiting for a thousand years in Forgotten River, my heart is full of sorrow. If the lotus blooms with dignity, I will sleep without boiling water. The world is led by you, and you have no pity.