100-year-old body, spend the morning and dusk, tea and light rice, children and grandchildren chant around the knees.
Leisurely and not envious of immortals, the breeze and bright moon are around the knees, and you can enjoy the blessings and longevity of the world.
There are many flavors in the world, singing songs around the knees, and the joy of family is leisurely.
Children and grandchildren are around their knees, and they are happy and happy.
Happy to be idle, leisurely looking at the distant mountains, family at ease, smiling.
The small stream under the tree, several autumns, a wisp of poetic charm in the heart.
Cihang is like crossing the maze, not stained with dust, infinite who can understand, poetic and picturesque.
Poetry turns rain into spring and autumn pen, the charm flows to the Sun Moon Lake, and the Bodhi is as natural as it is safe.
Overflowing with the fragrance of books, into the bag, the flowers are just right, and the leaves are yellow.
Under the Bodhi tree, a pot of spring, if the heart is new, but the poetry can be drunk, why not the charm is the most pleasant.
If you swim leisurely under the empty door tree, the charm of Zen heart poetry flows by water.
Full of Tingfang, falling asleep, with Bodhi without vulgar thoughts in his heart, and his body is as cool as he is.
The Tang style and Song charm are leisurely, and the painting poetry is listening to the Zen language under the tree, and the Buddha is realized in the Sutra.
A leaf boat, if everything is resting in the heart, the poetry and painting exist for a long time in late autumn.
Lotus seat, enlightened Bodhi forever outside the world, in the water and clouds.
Intoxicated with the field, a long line of leads, under the Bodhi tree through moderate old age.
The taste is deep, the painting is poetic and the Bodhi flowers are ten thousand, like a dream of a thousand miles.
Under the Bodhi tree, the heart is open freely, where is the poetry sent, come here.
Three thousand like a river, singing Sanskrit songs under the Bodhi tree, the charm of Zen tea goes with the wind, and the poetry and painting are at will.
The painting is intoxicating, the charm is long and free, listening to the Zen language under the tree, and the flowers are full of fragrance.
Into the chapter, the pen is hidden, the flowers are just right, and the three thousand are like the leaves of the first yellow.
Under the enlightenment of Zen Buddhism, everything is empty, where to send, the thousand-year-old charm is the same as you.
If you have three wishes, a tree of flowers, where to find, poetry and painting are full of the world.
The charm of books and poetry are drunk with thousands of families, the heart has Bodhi without vulgar thoughts, and the mind is wonderful.
The shadow under the tree is swaying, if the Buddha is recited in the Sutra, where is the poetry, and there are many thousand-year-old charms.
Cihang is like crossing the Milky Way, listening to Sanskrit songs, staying between heaven and earth, poetic and picturesque.
Poetry and painting are full of the world, the charm is fragrant and drunk thousands of homes, listening to Zen under the Bodhi tree, and the heart is wonderful.
The charm is long, and the poetic and picturesque tree listens to the Zen language, and there is the light of the Buddha.
The Bodhi tree is empty and lonely, wandering by itself, the poetry and painting go with the wind, and the charm is long into a dream.
A glass of wine in the east fence, Nanshan is drunk and does not want to return, Danqing is difficult to draw Lingyunzhi, and the autumn wind blows intentionally.
A bay of water, push the cup to change the night Shanshan, the tourists are satisfied, and the peach blossoms are blown off into the painting boat.
The dragon and snake are splashing ink, inviting the bright moon, drunk and lying among the flowers and immortal pines.
After dusk, the drunk and lying in the high-rise building has gone, and the meaning is still cold.
Drunk and lying in a high-rise building singing a big song, a glass of turbid wine tears, the autumn wind does not dissociate people's minds, blowing down the yellow flowers into the painting pavilion.
The world is full of people, who is happy to have a thousand cups, and the east fence is drunk and lies down to see the yellow flowers.
It is difficult to dispel the bottom of the heart, it is easy to write the love in the painting, a glass of turbid wine invites the bright moon, and the dream between the flowers cannot be realized.
A glass of turbid wine to enjoy the chrysanthemums, the words in the painting are full of meaning.
In the shade of the willows, the turbid wine life is infinite, painting Changhong.
The rivers and mountains come into view, poetry and wine are both at the same time, changing the wind and moon, and the dream of drunk and lying flowers is also sweet.
The years are inspiring, entering the painting screen, who shares a glass of turbid wine, and lies drunk and lying on the railing to count the cold stars.
Sending spring back, unwilling to return, the painting has no intention of letting the wind blow.
Hongchen doesn't know the year, a glass of turbid wine can solve this liking, and draw a circle in front of him.
The heart is painted into ashes, the spring breeze is blowing, and the turbid wine does not think back between a glass of flowers.
Splashing ink and painting exhibitions, a glass of turbid hops between dreams.
Drink a cup, get drunk and lie down and don't want to return, the painting rhyme goes with the clouds, and flies with the moon.
Hongchen has been autumn several times, relieving a thousand sorrows, and the breeze intentionally or unintentionally paints the building.
Splash ink and paint cuiwei, send Fangfei, invite the bright moon with turbid wine, and refuse to return between drunk and lying flowers.
The spring breeze deliberately sends you off, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains enter the painting screen, and you listen to it in a drunken dream with a glass of turbid wine.
Comfort life, let me go, infinitely good, the years are longitudinal.
Leaning on the railing drunk and lying down without thinking of returning, a glass of turbid wine is full of tears, the bright moon can know the meaning of the wanderer, and the clear light is still according to the west of the painting.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art