A wisp of fragrance is fragrant, the flowers and grass are luxuriant, the forest is deep, and the birds are busy.
Can enlighten the Tao, can inhabit the ape, the sound of birds breaks through the silence of the empty mountains, and the flowers attack people's clothes.
The leaves are leafy, the flowers are fragrant, the birds fly and the fish jump over the cliffs, and the vines are around, and the monks sit on the lotus platform for a long time.
Birds crying trees, sitting and watching the dew dripping moss, the apes and cranes complain that the monk's room is not open during the day.
The night crying ape, the bell of the monk temple and the flowers are all falling, to the blue sky.
The monk knocks on the chime, the Qingxi ape sings, and the returning bird does not know how to sing and flourish.
The flowers fall early, there are shadows in the sky, and the Three Gorges are frightening dreams, and the boat is far away.
The bird can't fly to the red road full of mud, a mountain and the moon dawn, and the monk perched.
The ape cries the moon and weeps, the monk sets the bell to sing the Buddha and sings, the ancient temple is still prosperous today, and there are not many birds in the empty mountain.
Every monk's words are ancient and modern, the ape cries the moon and the night is deep, the lonely bird has no return, and a tree and flowers are free to sing.
Dancing in the wind, accompanied by the rising sun, the sound is pleasant, and the heart is relaxed like a fairy monk.
The birds are tired of flying, the flowers are numerous, where to go, the mountain monks are only among the white clouds.
Listen to the night ape crying Lingyue, the mountain monk, no one sweeps, and a bird can't fly.
The monk's room has nothing to do and falls asleep, and the mountain birds do not know how the world has changed, and several cries break through the green frost.
The willow is dark and the small bridge, the birds sing and the cicadas sing and the water flows artesianly, the unmanned ape roars the moon, and the mountain monk sits alone to fish in the autumn.
The birds in the empty mountains are still dreaming, they are fighting Yan, the ape does not know where to go, and the Zen monk is already by the white clouds.
The night rain ape in Bashan is bitter, the autumn wind in Shushui is lonely, and the prosperity of the world is overlooked, how to call each other like birds under the forest.
After the early sunshine, I didn't know that I was a guest when I heard the ape river building, and it rained a lot.
The world is prosperous and changeable, the birds are sad and singing, the apes are crying in the middle of the night, and the moon shines on the meditation room to enlighten the monks.
The ape and crane are still frightened in a dream, the monk's room in the wild temple covers itself, no wonder the frost invades the sideburns, and the heart flies back in the bird.
Closed Zen Palace, the ape and crane are ruthless and different, and the personnel has changed, so it is relatively popular.
The sound of the red rain washes the ancient temple bell, where to go, the monk beats the dusk drum and asks Zen Buddhism.
On the shore of the reed flowers, the fallen leaves and branches are full of three shocking dreams, according to the monk's heart.
When will the ape frighten the crane to rest, the monk of the mountain temple returns to the full moon building, the frost withers the green tree overnight, and the birds cry several times to send the autumn.
The end of the world is far away, and it is difficult to learn from the sea to meet each other, and you should know that the pen is clumsy and not loud.
The green mountains are singing kingfishers, the sky is high and the clouds are light and the clouds are drifting, the breeze is blowing and smiling to greet each other, and the drunken language is happy.
Since ancient times, the talented Ming Feng has few acquaintances, greeted each other with a smile and a wordless tear.
The sound crosses the small bridge, greets the distant clouds, the autumn breeze is cool, and the nine skies are singing.
The yellow warbler chirps and chirps, the high sky purple swallow goes and returns, the peach and plum flowers are thousands of trees, and the laughter and joy enter my arms.
The moon hangs in the sky, singing the autumn, welcoming the guests who return late, and the laughter is full of the restaurant.
Then forget the form, win the love, the deer and the flowing water together with the zither.
The warbler sings and laughs, the peach red willow green cloud is light and refreshing, and the water is blue and the mountains are green and the birds are singing.
The kingfisher sings in the valley, the sky is high and I can go, and the two sides of the strait greet each other and laugh all over the river.
The white gulls in the high waves and the red leaves are still singing, and the fishing boats sing and sing at night.
Greet each other with joy, laugh and talk all over the sky, report the dawn and can't stop it, and shine on the road.
The yellow warbler is delicate and astringent, going and coming, and the mountains and rivers are far away and the sound is far into the dream.
Love is sent to the end of the world, when the flowers fall, a song of flowing water, mountains and lakes are always poems.
The mountains are empty and new after the rain, the small bridge and flowing water send off pedestrians, and the falling flowers are intentionally affectionate with me.
Divided into north and south, ancient and modern, nowhere to find, the grass knows its own sound.
When the flowers fall, the rain is like smoke, the grass is full of green, the mountains and lakes are infinitely good, and the small bridge and flowing water are blue and blue.
In the season of the grass fan, the guest is homesick, and the small bridge and flowing water bell send the sunset.
The wind and thunder rise, the sun and the moon are long, Mo Dao has nowhere to find the falling flowers, and the grass is full of fragrance.
Love sends high heaven and flowing water, poetry and chanting the earth season, whether you know it, and the grass and the sun are in a dream.
The rain is like a crisp, the grass is fascinated by the drawing, and the mountains and lakes are flowing and a village aunt.
The new rain is green, and the falling flowers are still like flowing water, falling into a dream.
You can dispel your sorrows, go and stay in the clouds, and watch the falling flowers and grass green islands.
Reflecting the sunset, the mountain high road is far from the intention of going with the wind, accompanied by the rain.
The flowers and grass are green at the end of spring, and it is difficult to see each other on the road, sending the deceased.
The grass is fascinated by the drawing, and the falling flowers recall the beginning, the small bridge and flowing water are still there, and the mountains seem to be empty.
The road is far away from the west and east, the flowing water and clouds are in a dream, and the grass is unintentionally accompanied by the rain.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art