Urging sideburns, the spring breeze deliberately penetrates the window screen, three meals are full, and a wisp of fragrance enters thousands of homes.
The breeze and drizzle are sleepless, and the eternal day is eliminated, and the fragrance is dreamed of to the end of the world.
Boiling tea at night, the fragrance is like water flowing eastward in a dream, according to my home.
The fragrance overflows the world, the jade liquid is a cup of tea, the moonlight window screen is moving, and the poetry and painting are drunk and gorgeous.
In the dream, the moon moves and the flower shadow is idle after dinner, and a wisp of fragrance comes to my house.
Hazy through the window screen, quiet in the dead of night, a cup of weak tea is warm in the heart, and the fragrance enters thousands of homes.
Poetry and wine have no intention of reaching the end of the world, and the Chinese year is like a water curtain and no home.
The fragrance floats in thousands of homes, a pot of old light cage exquisite moon, appreciating Guihua.
The hazy moon shadows, the breeze and drizzle penetrate the window screen, and after the meal, a wisp of fragrance enters my house.
Life is a cup of tea, full of the world, the Chinese year is like water flowing eastward, and the bright moon window screen shines on my home.
There is love, dreams are traceless, coarse tea and light rice are fragrant with dawn and dusk.
Knock on the window and see through the blue veil, the morning breeze blows the face and there is nothing to do after the meal, and a wisp of fragrance is fragrant.
Half a cup of old wine, the fragrance enters my house, and Mo Dao Shuanghua still shines on the window screen.
A wisp of fragrance after the meal of the vicissitudes of life, the window screen moon shadow poetry with the night long.
Reflecting the moon, dreaming through the window screen, there is nothing to do after dinner, and thousands of homes are in.
The spring color is through the window screen, the competition is gorgeous, and the poetry of tea rhyme floats into thousands of homes.
A cup of tea in the night rain and Xiaoxiang, to the end of the world, like water flowing eastward, the bright moon still shines on the window screen.
Where to go for a Zen guest, the master and apprentice asked when it would be back, and the poetic heart was not old and endless.
The years are long, Baiyun Township, there are no children, and the new poems are several lines.
Drinking alone and reading poetry at night, chanting into syntax a few people know, the Zen sound is hard to quiet around the ears, only the lonely lamp accompanies my teacher.
Mr. syntax poems move Kyushu, Zen guests do not know that they are still staying here.
In the middle of the night, it was my teacher, who wrote 3,000 poems and paintings, and the syntax was endless.
Since ancient times, literati have been my teacher, practicing meditation and enlightenment, and syntax has been passed on for thousands of years.
When you meet a confidant, the syntax has no reason to meet the deceased, and you can realize that the Zen machine is full of possibilities.
There are supernatural powers, and the poems are unintentional and the tea is eternal, and the empty talk is sitting.
Through the fairyland, there is no intention to worship the holy teacher, and the sea of poetry sails to find syntax novelty.
As a hard teacher, there is a road syntax in the book mountain that has been passed down through the ages, and there is a poem among them.
Who knows the syntax of a book, it has been stained with mud, said Xiang Shi.
Mr. syntax is really natural, who can comment on the beauty of the poem, Zen Pass is lonely and no one arrives, only the teacher's heart is like water.
Zen machine knows advance and retreat, through the Buddhist knowledge teacher, the immortal spring is always there, and the syntax is infinite for the sun and the moon.
Hundreds of masters, known by a few people, have been passed down through the ages, causing poets to think hard.
There is no good poetry between them, who knows the law, mud and flocculent, and a spring breeze laughs at my teacher.
Pingsheng sentence Pharaoh Po Xian, spread all over the world, where to go, want to find teachers and friends to go to the west.
Zen enlightenment why should you be free in the five elements, poetry and painting are interesting, and syntax is natural to create and transform work.
Worship the best together, learn the Tao and participate in Zen reasoning, subtle transmission to future generations, poems and chapters are eternal and inspiring today.
There was no inscription in his life, he was a painter, and he didn't know where to go, so he asked the teacher to live in this mountain.
The syntax does not reduce the old Dongpo, the name of the poem is long and too white, the Zen bed and the tea stove are lonely, I want to ask the teacher for clues.
The clouds and mountains are far away, why don't the teachers of the ancient poems become good words, and the law has a lingering fragrance.
In his life, he did not learn Confucianism, enlightenment and Zen, and syntax was naturally not my business, and he only raised poetry and wine for the rest of his life.
The joy is endless, the syntax between the lines is worked, and the Zen machine is at ease, and the truth is the same.
Infinite meaning, the heart of the inscription poem has a lover, the red dust is far away, and the teacher is forever new in heaven and earth.
Over the years, I have gradually realized that Fang Zhi has learned from the Taoist, and he still laughs at himself, and only pays the syntax to his children.
The spring color is thick, and the mud and purple swallows are blown and rained overnight, and they are in the east.
The swallow mud rains in March, the Ming Dynasty is an apricot blossom day, the east wind does not dissociate from people's minds, and the incense blows to the pillow overnight.
Flowers bloom, purple gas comes to the east of the Ming Dynasty, the grass is green, and the mud swallows build new houses.
Ziyan cut the spring breeze, the peach blossoms are full of red trees overnight, and the grass is green in the Mo Dao Ming Dynasty, and the nest is built with water.
It is the swallow of the Ming Dynasty to build a new home, and the spring breeze comes to the east overnight.
Yan cut the spring breeze, and the Ming River is endless, and the mountains are full of red.
The sky is full of one night, the purple air comes to the east of ten thousand trees and flowers, the grass is green in the Ming Dynasty, and the mud swallows enter whose house.
It's been ten years and three, and when I arrived in Lingnan, Mo Daoming flowers were better, and the fragrant mud was still dyed with green shirts.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art