In a lifetime, seven passions and six desires, who can be broken, who can be clear, who is hidden
Read out the feelings, think out the reason, in this life, do not know, must not, not a lot. Idealistic, unchanging.
The fragrance of the ages, the poetry is fragrant
My life is sometimes, but I can see it
Thousands of miles, thousands of miles, the rocks remain unchanged, the mountains and rivers are still the same, and the ordinary is out of the dust.
Emptiness, under bodhichitta
I don't know what to do, but I have a deep affection. Whoever said that the red dust is more reticent, who said that the daughter's heart changed, who knows that waiting for you to run out of water.
Ups and downs, but can't wait for your look back
He, attached, missed, loved, never forgotten a moment, the man of his heart
You are like a white lotus, not daring at all, blasphemous, you, fluttering figure
Knowing that lovesickness is bitter, but can not hide, knowing that lovesickness has no end, but still, a trap and a fall
In this world, what cannot be resisted is you
Cultivation in the world, but gradually learn to see through, forbearance, plain, in a corner to find purity
How exactly the Buddha's mind is cultivated is embarrassing
Cold mountain playing flute, cold and silent
The township is full of tears, cold and lonely
Drifting, drifting, home in the four directions, or, the four parties are home!
The four fashions are exhausted, and the lives of people are not broken, and sometimes, read thousands of volumes, and when they are clear, book reviews.
We do not regret our youth.