Seeing the balcony, Ziyan flew back and forth, where is it, planted in front of the Buddha under the Bodhi tree.
Why worry about the moon reunion with both feet, the universe is big, the Buddha is in my heart, I am an immortal.
Worship Rulai, the Buddha is in the heart of the red dust fame and fortune, for whom to open.
Why do you need to participate in the Buddha to enlightenment, if you come to ask Zen difficulty, a pair of discerning eyes to know the true meaning, two sleeves of the breeze to see the great.
The clouds rise and fall, I don't hear that the purple swallow is big in the palm, and the Buddha is long in my heart.
Flying stream of ice, Qianxun does not see a person, such as to sit down to listen to Zen, there are several layers in the heart.
I wanted to ask the Buddha about the cause, but the red dust did not see the tears in the air.
Bow before the Buddha, such as stepping on the red dust road, ten thousand households.
The spring breeze blows on the face, a pair of swallows cut the clouds, the palm is big, and the Buddha is in the heart of the sun and the moon.
The swallow enters the curtain, different red, and wants to ask where to go, the Buddha under the Bodhi tree.
Where to meet, looking for the trace, the spring flowers and autumn moon are wordless and tearful.
In a deep dream, in the next life, we will continue to share the joys and sorrows, and don't wait for the empty sighs.
The love in the world is endless, the moon in the sky is long, and if there is a frontier in the next life, it will be a hundred years.
I don't know how to sigh this body is lonely, and if there is a dream tonight in the next life.
The old love is deep, there is no chance to find it in a dream, the soft intestines are knotted, Fu Yaoqin.
The moonlight is thick tonight, the old alliance, and they smile at each other with love and hatred.
Empty to the water rhombic flower sad white hair, dyed frost, if there is a reunion day, live up to the fate of tonight.
Looking at each other speechlessly, tears stained, lonely empty court alone, don't ask the next life thousands of miles of friends.
Reunite, the affection is strong, everything is empty, and the sunset is red.
The fate of the three lives is endless, and the next life will continue the covenant of the present dynasty, and we will share the hardships with each other, and don't wait for the empty sorrow.
The sky is silent and tearful to the bright moon, and if there are three lives in the next life, he will not hesitate.
Spend your time, don't love your family, but hope that the next life will be more than wings, only because there are wonders in the world.
In this life and the next life, we will raise a glass together, and we will have a thousand miles of empty space to the window in front of the month, and we will dream a few times.
When to see you, I hope to renew my love in the next life, and invite Qianying to accompany you in my dreams.
Run the peach blossoms, Ziyan invites where to go in the next life, and share the end of the world.
At the end of the world, the sky is clear, and Mo asks if he is in the emperor's house in the next life.
On the day of reunion, why should the world be empty and lonely in this world.
There is a sequel to the fate of thousands of miles in the future, and the invitation to admire the moon is unprecedented.
The Great Wall is empty, the thousand-year-old beacon fire always lingers, if there is a reunion day in the next life, and then continue a relationship in the front edge.
Invite each other to go for a day, the mountains and rivers are far away, if there is a reunion, the fate is set to be brighter tonight.
In spring again, when you meet the deceased, you will pass away from the water, and you will be in the red dust with foam.
Gather together, live together, love and righteousness, and complain to the moon with empty cups.
The bright moon shines in the sky without sleep, and the dream of this world lives up to half of the red dust.
Where is the jade person attentively comforting the lonely, the heart is a little clear, and the dream has no colorful wings to send a thousand.
Diligently passed the ruler, the jade man was haggard and leaned on the railing, who sent a wisp, looking at the end of the world and feeling uneasy.
The heart is full of fragrance and drifting away, the love is deep, the jade is bright, and the blue bird at the end of the world reports good news.
Poetry and books often send few bosom friends, the heart is difficult to pay for a lot of emotion, the jade flute blows the eternal hatred, when the blue bird sends autumn waves.
The night is vast, and the bluebird is diligent and intoxicated, where to send it.
The blue bird does not pass on thousands of miles of letters, a hundred years of fate, lovesickness has no way to send, only the heart of the cuckoo.
The geese are in the south clouds, and there is nowhere to find the lovesickness, and the jade flute is nowhere to be found, and the blue bird reports good news.
Since leisurely, the heart has a spirit and is not stained, where to find, and the diligent bluebird is coming in spring.
When will the jade flute be a blue bird, stained with mud, and a pair of acacia will be sent to the distant mountains.
The heart is indifferent, why do you need to ask the wine jade dew, and return it.
If you want to send lovesick dreams, your heart will follow the bright moon to the third watch, where is the jade person, and the blue bird will sing for me.
The years are deep, and I don't know that the bluebird has been competing for flowers, and it is sent to the spring breeze with a piece of gold.
Often turning over thousands of miles of waves, poems and notes are sent to thousands of mountains, jade people do not understand lovesickness, and they are diligent to pass on for me.
The bright moon of Wanli Guanshan to Kunlun, the jade flute blows down to the willow leaf spring.
Looking for bosom friends everywhere, the blue bird Yin Ling is a little clear, and sends Yaoqin.
The heart of the country is not old, a warm blood sends the sky, the sound of the jade flute is still there, and the blue bird is diligent for me.
Where to find the soul, in order to explore the spring, the heart has a little bit of soul, and the acacia is sent to the moonside clouds.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art