But we have known each other since we first met, so how can we see each other as if we had never seen each other? I would like to part with you, so that I don't have to work so hard to think about eac

But we have known each other since we first met, so how can we see each other as if we had never seen each other? I would like to part with you, so that I don't have to work so hard to think about each other. The following is an analysis That moment, I raised the wind horse, not to beg for blessings, but to wait for your arrival, that day, I closed my eyes in the incense and mist of the scripture hall, and suddenly heard the true words of your sutra, that day, I built up a pile of mani, not to cultivate virtue, but to throw down the stone of the lake of my heart, that night, I listened to the singing of the Brahma, not to realize the meaning of it, but to find a trace of your breath, that January, I shook all the scripture cylinders, not to do superhuman work, but to touch the tip of your finger, that year, I Kowtowed long heads and crawled down the mountain, not to have an audience, but to stick to your warmth. That year, I bowed my head long and prostrate on the mountain paths, not for the sake of seeing you, but for the sake of your warmth, that life, I went from mountain to mountain and stupa to stupa, not for the sake of the next life, but for the sake of meeting you on the way, that moment, I flew up and became an immortal, not for the sake of immortality, but for the sake of blessing you with peace and joy, and there is another poem by Kuranyang Gyaltsen, which has been widely circulated. First, it is best not to see each other, so that we may not fall in love. Thirdly, it is better not to accompany each other, so as not to owe each other. Fourthly, it is better not to cherish each other, so as not to remember each other. Fifth, it is better not to love each other, so as not to abandon each other. Sixth, it is better not to see each other, so that we may not meet. Seventh, it is better not to be mistaken, so that we may not be mistaken. The eighth is better not to be promised, so that we may not be continued. The ninth is better not to cling to each other, so that we may not snuggle. Tenth, it is better not to meet, so that we may not be together. But we have known each other since we met, and it is better to see each other than not to see each other at all. I would like to part with you, so that I won't have to live and die thinking of each other. You see me or you don't see me, I am there, not sad, not happy, you miss me or you don't miss me, love is there, not coming or going, you love me or you don't love me, love is there, not increasing or decreasing, you are with me or you don't follow me, my hand is in your hand, not giving up, not giving up, come to my arms, or let me live in your heart, silently, loving each other, silent, joyful, and another popular poem, "Live in the Potala Palace, I'm the biggest king in snowy areas. Wandering in the streets of Lhasa, I am the most beautiful lover in the world. With Maggie Ammi's more sublimely ~ since the fear of lovey-dovey damage Brahma line, into the mountain and afraid of mistakenly pouring city. I'm not afraid of losing my love, but I'm afraid of falling in love with the world. The East Mountain is too rocky to climb, the moon is shining in the sky, the red color has caused the pain of lovesickness, and this heart remembers Qingqing alone. I would like to be with you for a hundred years, and I would not hesitate to hide my love in a golden house. It's like a crystal palace in the blue abyss, storing up rare and exotic treasures. The west wind blew the flowers into mud, bees and butterflies cry to the fragrant dust. The love is not yet finished, do not give a broken heart poem in front of the paper. I want to write a new poem to send to my wife, but the wind and rain have eroded the poem. I have a thousand thoughts, but they will never be forgotten. The mallow was originally in love with the golden bees, who would offer the flowers to the gods? I want to dance lightly into the temple and steal to the altar to accompany Qingqing. I went to the mountain to visit the Taoist monks, and asked the masters to tell me about the cause and effect. The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you. After days of meditating on the most marvelous phase, I was at a loss as to what to do in the Yellow Springs. I don't need to sit in the dark and burn incense. The dark incense attacked the ring ringing, beautiful eyes good favor is not clear. The eyes of a beautiful woman are not yet distinct. When she leaves, she smiles, and suddenly she has two eyes with Yu Ruoxi. I would like to lean on the green window to accompany Qingqing, and I rather regret that I have misplaced the path in this life. I have the heart to hold a bowl of jungle to go, and negative beauty a piece of love. The pearl in the palm of your hand is worth a lot of money, but you don't have the heart to think about it. Once I returned to carry other people's sleeves, I was hurt and had many tears. The night in the bridal chamber, the flower candles, Emily married to another woman. The heart is as gray as the heart of madness, who will I tell for the love? Once I entered the marquis' house, I wanted to ask her about the ghosts and gods. This love is as lost as a dream, but it's not real. The bright eyes and white teeth are unrivaled in their beauty, compared to the full moon, the two are similar. I'm so disappointed that I'm so lonely, and I'm so happy that I can only be happy for one night. I once admired the two lovebirds, but I was lost in the deep forests of the South Valley. Except for the parrot who knows, don't cry to others with your secret feelings. I've been trying to hide it from everyone at sunset, but I've been trying to tell my favorite dog that it's okay. I'm not going to say that I've already left, but I'm going to return to the Zen garden at dawn. Yesterday, when I went to the Zen garden in the night, I was lost in a flurry of goose feathers. Two lines of clog marks in the deep snow, how can I not know? When I was living in Blada Palace, Cangyang Gyaltsen called me a master, and I was drunk at night in a restaurant with a beautiful woman, and I was a prodigal son among the diamonds. The immortal feather like snow wanders temporarily, want to borrow this body wings to carry. I don't want to learn how to control the crane, and I will return to Litang when I see you. I will meet you in the next life, though this life is short, and I will be a young man in the wind. I want to talk about the red dress, and the willow branches are deep in the desert forest. In addition to the painted eyebrow bird at that time, the flavor of a good person. The beautiful purples and reds have faded, and the dancing clothes do not match the old dancing waist. I'm not sure if I'll be able to tell the bees and butterflies that I'll be able to see them, or if I'll be ashamed to see them at the bottom of my sleeve. I can't bear to leave the green window, but I've been wandering around for a long time. I've been trying to learn how to practice in the mountains for a long time, and I've extended my trip to a later stage. Cuiwei East Mountain and the sky, red face meandering across the cloud ladder. The love of the system to solve the language flower, heart like the galloping horse snow hoof speed. The beauty of the city competes with the group of flowers, tea and wine trespasses on the field of fun. I want to **** Qingqing two happy, do not expect the soul to return to the emperor's countryside. The souls of the people are broken, and the feelings of the people are saddened by the sadness. The grass is full of slanting sunshine. I remember my parents from my hometown, and my tears fill my lapels every time I talk to Emily. I have been searching for you over thousands of mountains, and I have come to believe that your heart is better than my mother's. The willow branches have not withered in the wind, and at that time, the painted eyebrow bird was sadly damaged. Today, I have entered the land of song and dance again, and I am again saddened by the sight of Qingqing. Tonight, the new moon looks like a moth-eyebrow, and I will return to you when I am gone. I remembered that I was on my way to make a new appointment, and when the moon became a hook, people became pairs. When the moon became a hook, the two of them became a pair. I ended my flowery hat and went down to the makeup building, and I held hands every time I parted with my carved saddle. I still advise my son to meet again when he has no more time to spare. Her beautiful face is praised everywhere, and her scented skin is exquisite. I am not envious of the beautiful flowers in the forest, but I am happy to be accompanied by my lovebirds every night. The flowery face of the moon is not yet expected, blowing like an orchid with a dark scent. The melancholy wind and dew is not much time, a moment of happiness and a moment away. I am worried and sickly, and I toss and turn without sleep at night. I've been thinking about you for a long time, and I've never had the chance to kiss you. The grass has been frosted, but what can I do? I hate the west wind. The butterfly's wings are cold, and we are in love with each other. Mulan paddles move relentlessly, the head of the horse can still be crossed to the people. I can't look back when I lose my arm, but my husband's heart is as cold as ice. I wish for Tanlang to make a warp streamer and put it up by the spring willow on the street. Don't move it, for if the streamer is safe, it will be safe for Tanglang. I've sent my seal to the pond in vain, and my painted eyebrows are as long as the waves of autumn. I would like to swear with you that I will never leave you, and that I will never abandon you. I would like to devote my life to you, but I heard that you were accompanied by a lantern in the Xiao Temple. The mountains and the steep hills are not far away, and I vow to travel with Qingqing. The moment I see you, I want to make a bond with you. I want to ask the beauty what she wants to do in her heart, and I want to be buried in the same bed with her in the same cave. Smiling back, she is so sweet that she breaks her spirit and floats up to the blue sky. I would like to be in love with you, but I won't spare you until I take a poisonous oath. Before the moth-eyebrows reach the end of the miserable time, the tincture of cheese that counts things again. This is the only place where you can get drunk and dream of death. If you are not born of a mother's womb, is it possible that you are not a peach blossom fairy? The feelings are like the peach blossom, but they are not real. The bamboo horse and the green plum fragrance are not to be desired, and you are like a wolf in the mountains. The jungle is not the same as last night. The moon is as frosty as the first three nights of the year, and it's twice as colorful. And to the seat before the vow about, this heart full as fifteen months. The cuckoo bird returns to the old garden, and spring comes to heaven and earth. I want to see you again, I want to see you again, I want to lose my soul. I remembered that I had met Qingqing on the street. Once I recognized the face of the spring breeze, my dreams and souls often traveled by the skirt. The hall was full of fingers and curses, but not in front of people who did not regret their feelings. Last night, I went to the shop at the bottom of the hill to look for the fragrance. The warbler could not stop crowing, and the willow branches were full of lovesickness. I can't bear to be beaten with a stick, but I swear that I will never be separated from you. The willow is dark and the valley is dark, but the parrot does not cry to the jade man. Now listen to the tune of the painted eyebrow, the melodious voice will mesmerize you. Behind the devil dragon is a hideous dance, and he is determined to do it despite the dangers. If I could fulfill my long-cherished wish at the bottom of the tent, I would throw my life away to the queen. I've never met you before, so I don't want to lose my soul. Even if we see each other with shallow eyebrows, we don't have to make us crazy with lovesickness. The goddess always lives in the pool of clouds and rain, and the life of the flower and willow are half of the mud. Who knows that the face of the spring breeze is covered, and several times the back of the sadness cry. The willow forest in the south valley is full of branches, covering the painted eyebrow to cry freely. I hate the fact that your heart is as thin as iron, and that you are separated from each other again. The color of grass is like a golden mountain, and the leaves in the forest are falling one after another. The cuckoo is not like the swallow in front of the hall, returning to the old garden once a year. The spring winds are at the Jade Gate, taking advantage of the clouds and rain to plant the roots of sin. I've been trying to hide it from people, but I've already conceived a child. A good breeze comes to my hometown, and I am not in love with you. Cherish your childhood sweethearts and bamboo horses, the dark fragrance curls up into your bosom. Every time we look at each other from the top of the western mountain, we see the white clouds flying. Thank you for your kindness and compassion, and for burning an altar of incense for me. The spring love is like clouds and mist, and the love thoughts are dazzling and come by you. But your heart is like the unfeeling wind, which has blown away the spring love a few times. I was sad to lose my way on the river island, but I was happy to meet a fisherman's boat. The soul of the fragrance of the people have gone, by whom to pin my ten thousand years of sorrow? I've been separated from Emily for a long time, and the butterflies and bees have been thinking of each other. My heart is like withered grass, thinking of you when you're sad and miserable. In order to be a companion in this life, I worship the Buddha in front of the altar every time. I went over the mountains and crossed the hills to pick up the Thorny Cypress and the Divine Cypress. When I look at you across the water, I feel so much love for you that I feel like shaking my soul. I would like to tell you not to be sad and bitter, for your marriage in this life is fixed in the previous life. The aroma of new tea fills the lips and teeth, accompanied by grits, which is twice as beautiful. In the eyes of the lover, there is a Western beauty, every time you are on the secretary, you will be in a state of ecstasy. The jade finger carves a bow as white as frost, wanting to lead the golden vector to shoot the eight deserts. I would like to be the arrow in the waist of Qingqing, and I always make use of it to keep my bag ready. The spring water is far away from my hometown, and I think about my relatives every day. I would like to send a message to the cuckoo not to cry sadly, but to be so sad that I can't listen to it. I want to hear the holy dharma and beg the guru, and I have heard the wonderful meaning of the rainbow flower. It is not like the words on the lips of Emily, but it is not what is in the heart. A beauty is like wine, so much thought is given to it, what can be done if it is thrown away for a moment? With such a bitter heart and such a wish, why worry about not becoming a Buddha in this world

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