The clear waves are shallow, the distant mountains are affectionate and the smoke is thick, and the south bank of the Yangtze River has not bloomed for another year.
Three shades and shallow depths are all love, covering the eyes, and the pure heart is not stained by the world's name.
The willows are like smoke, and the green dyes in the south of the Yangtze River are all into the painting, and they are all completed.
Under the Bodhi tree, enlighten the Tao and Zen, Cihang Pudu sentient beings, the sea of bitterness is boundless, and there is a shore, and the red dust sees through and smiles.
Wake up late, the boundless sea of bitterness can cross me, and plant acacia under the Bodhi tree.
Ups and downs in a thought, who has mercy in the red dust, Cihang Pudu 3,000 worlds, and spend the last years under the tree.
A reed Cihang tree sits under the meditation, if the red dust is boundless, it is also fate.
In the next pot of spring, Pudu Ci will eventually have a shore, and he will not lose his soul.
See through the thousands of weights, the boundless sea of suffering, Pudu sentient beings, the old man under the Bodhi tree.
Looking for bosom friends in the bitter sea, several springs, Cihang purifies all living beings, and realizes Zen under the Bodhi tree.
All living beings are leaving, realizing the Zen machine, and if the red dust is boundless, it is the return period.
Under the tree, the Zen machine, a reed Cihang is boundless, and there is a shore, where to find the spirit rhino in the red dust.
After traveling three thousand miles, ups and downs for 12 years, if it is a good meditation under the Cihang tree.
Mo Dao has love in the world, and Cihang Pudu has a good relationship under the tree.
Pudu is busy, the vicissitudes of life under the tree, if there is true love, it is the hometown.
Under the tree, realize the Zen sound, cross the world, and see through the heart of right and wrong in the sea of suffering.
Hongchen dreams without a trace, where to find, Cihang can cross me, and pass mortals under the Bodhi tree.
After the wind and rain of the bitter sea, Hongchen sees through right and wrong, and everything is empty under the Cihang Pudu tree.
The souls of all beings, the true scriptures, the injustices, the boundless let me go.
Enlightenment of Zen Buddhism under the Bodhi tree, Pudu Ci sails to all sentient beings, the sea of bitterness is boundless, and the red dust sees through all kinds of emptiness.
Riding the red dust and bitter sea to find a soulmate, Cihang Pudu tree under the Zen heart.
Sigh the vicissitudes of life, two lines of tears, Cihang Pudu sentient beings, and the words under the Bodhi tree are desolate.
A reed sails into the drawing, everything under the Bodhi tree is illusory, and there are always thousands of sails in the bitter sea.
The flowers are lonely, Cihang purifies all living beings, and the boundless bitter sea and red dust are immortals.
Where is the Hongchen, there are three thousand realms of Aipudu, five hundred years.
All beings are fascinated, the Zen machine is realized under the tree, and the red dust is boundless.
Regardless of the year, why do you need to ask Cihang Pudu to cross the bitter sea, the dust is in the sky.
Mo on the peach blossoms overnight green thousands of mountains, settled in the spring is good, and the dream is still there.
The tender stamen is fragrant and butterflies, the dust is not stained, and if Dongjun knows people's intentions, he is willing to plant with peach blossoms.
Thousands of miles of pure dust, Yushu Qiongzhi provokes guests, where is Dongjun going, and the peach blossoms are still smiling to welcome spring.
What is the meaning, the spring waves, frequent care, do not dye the fiber is more comfortable.
Spend March days, warm to the world, good spring, provoke bees and butterflies to dance.
And provoke lovesickness into a dream, not touched, out of people's minds, a tree of peach blossoms for me.
The west wind blows down the first bloom of the group, and by asking Dongjun where to go, the peach blossoms are still spring.
Dongjun prefers spring, and he is free in the peach blossom garden, which arouses the jealousy of the crowd and is full of prosperity.
The peach blossoms bloom all over the garden overnight, deliberately tailored, the jade ice skin is not stained, and the fragrance provokes butterflies to wander.
In the Qingming season, it provokes lovesickness, and the dust is a dream, and by asking where Dongjun is going, the peach blossoms are still smiling at the spring branches.
It is not dyed, and the fragrance is so good that if you know people's intentions, the flowers will bloom in one place.
Last night, Dongjun sent warmth, smiling, the spring breeze provoked tourists drunk, and the fragrance everywhere was not stained.
When the peach blossoms are blooming, Dongjun deliberately dyes the green branches, the dust settles and the spring is good, and the sao people are stupid.
Kissing, thousands of miles of dust is not stained, where to go, the peach blossom fan smiles at the bottom of the spring.
The clear sky is so clear that people guess, I know my intentions, and the peach blossoms bloom overnight.
To the end of the world, a tree of peach blossoms tourists frequently stop, covering the fragrance.
In March, the peach blossoms fell all over the city, Dongjun had too much affection, the dust was not stained with spring, and the poet was born.
The sky is full of sunshine, where does the dust fall into Dongjun, and the spring breeze blooms peach blossoms overnight.
The wind blows thousands of miles, the Qiongzhi jade tree makes people guess, if Dongjun knows my intentions, the peach blossoms will be lonely.
Who sent Dongjun to bloom peach blossoms overnight, causing bees and butterflies to disappear from her.
Solve the spring breeze, return to the pure land in vain, and provoke the warbler.
A year of worrying customers, when the dust settles, do not dissociate from people's wishes, so send peach blossoms to chase the water.
The face is pure, and when I come to a dream, I ask Dongjun where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art