Two lines of tears, the words are desolate, lovesick and bitter, and the breeze is sent to the distance
The child is homesick, people look at the moon heart, sing through the ages, and sing two lines of tears for thousands of years.
A song is long away from people's sorrow, the west wind is tight, and two lines of yellow flowers and tears are blown off.
A song of pipa clear tears wet red makeup, lovesick sustenance to the south flying geese, not leaving people to fall asleep.
Looking for where to go, the master and apprentice asked when it would be there, the immortal spring is always there, and the syntax is infinitely leisurely.
The division has been in the mountains for a long time, Baiyun Township, and there are no more children in syntax, and a new volume of poems is a few words.
Drinking alone and reading poetry at night, chanting into syntax a few people know, the Zen sound is hard to quiet around the ear, only the lonely lamp accompanies my teacher.
Passed down through the ages, the name of Lao Tzu's poem does not know where to go, so he stays here.
In the middle of the night, I was my teacher, chanting 3,000 poems and paintings, and the syntax was endless.
The literati are my teacher, the practice of meditation and enlightenment are suitable, the syntax of the Tang Dynasty has been passed on for thousands of years, and the poems are ten thousand generations.
When you meet a confidant, the syntax has no reason to meet the deceased, the heart is at ease, and the teacher's grace is full of wealth.
If the syntax of his life is unintentional, he will not work, and he will spend the eternal day, and he will sit and talk with the teacher.
Through the fairyland, the Buddha has no intention of setting sail to find elegance, and the law is novel.
Learning from the sea is endless, there is a way to find Zen branches in the book mountain, and the syntax of the article has been passed down through the ages, and it is not in vain to be a poem in the world.
Half a poem, the syntax of his life has been made muddy, and he does not talk about Xiang Shi in front of others.
The syntax is really natural, who can comment on the wonders in the poem, Zen Pass is lonely and no one arrives, and the teacher's heart is like clear water.
Enlighten the Zen machine Buddha and the teacher, and the poetic heart is immortal, and the sun and the moon are endless.
Liubai Shishishi, the Zen door silent syntax has been passed down through the ages, and it takes a lot of hard work.
There is no good poetry in the world, who knows the syntax of the millennium, it has been stained with mud, and the spring breeze laughs at my teacher.
The syntax of the old Po Xian, spread all over the world, Zen guests do not know where to go, and want to find teachers and friends to go to the west.
Outside the Three Realms, in the Five Elements, poetry and painting are natural creations.
Admire the prosperity of the world, learn the Tao and pass on the subtlety to future generations, and the poems will inspire the present generation.
There is no inscription poem, no painting work, and Zen guests do not know that they have lived in this mountain.
The syntax is not reduced and Taibai Qi, and the Zen bed tea stove asks the teacher for clues.
The clouds and mountains are far away, why not the sun and the moon are long, the poems are no good words, and there is a lingering fragrance.
There is no teacher of Confucianism, enlightenment and Zen, syntax, natural poetry, and wine to nourish the elderly.
Poetry is endlessly enjoyable, syntactic work, Zen machine is at ease, and the teacher is connected with the truth.
The syntax conveys infinite meaning, the inscription poem has a lover, and the Zen door is new to the world for a long time.
To the east of the small bridge, the night is thick, the body is happy, and the moon is about heroes.
Idle to have nothing to do with three cups of wine, drunk and lying among the flowers to listen to laughter, the bright moon and breeze are accompanied by each other, and you are happy and happy.
The joy returns without getting tired of the red sunset, and the laughter flies over the head of the stream to catch a fisherman.
For more than three years, everyone was drunk with laughter, and they were half drunk.
The east wind sends laughter all night, and the wine flag is proud, and you must be happy, don't wait to help each other and go on an expedition.
The chicken calls the guest, the laughter startles the dreamer, and he doesn't get tired of seeing each other.
The joy is boundless, the love and laughter spread thousands of miles, and the wine is fairy.
In a dream, when the music is the same, the laughter is so sudden that the flowers are endless.
The country sound is near, the wine is sultry, and tonight is the same music, and the moon is flying together.
The bottle of wine ** flew over the east of the small bridge, asking where it is now, and he was drunk.
Life is fun in it, the world is contrary to a dream, laughter is often accompanied by the sunset, and poetry and wine are different.
After years of foam, joy and sorrow for a moment, often in the dream, wine over the three rounds of the mountain.
By the small bridge, it is not night, infinitely good, and invites each other to dance under the moon.
The wine is drunk, the poetry and laughter are nowhere to send, and the end of the world is close at hand.
Life must be happy, don't sigh, spread thousands of miles, raise a glass to invite the moon wine as tea.
Looking at each other, the wordless bitterness and happiness are always about love, the laughter is still lingering in my heart, and the poetry and wine are accompanied by this trip.
Singing and laughing far away, holding up the wine and the moonlight is cold by the railing, and the glass of Chinese music is invited, and tomorrow we will invite each other to rely on each other.
The wine green light is red and the night is deep, full of goodness, celebrating the reunion day, and thousands of families are happy.
Happy to listen to the birds in the countryside, invite the mountains and rivers to taste the fragrance of tea, laughter all the way with the wind, poetry and wine life let me be crazy.
The autumn breeze is beginning, the laughter is still in the ears, and the wine has become empty.
The laughter startled the fairy in the dream, drunk and sleepy, a song of the world's music, and invited the moon shadow to be Chanjuan.
The lights never sleep, the laughter and laughter are full of stars, inviting each other to watch the flowers and dance under the moon, and Chang'e listens.
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