Bodhichitta gives birth to a bodhi tree and throws it away with the flow of words for a lifetime

Bodhichitta gives birth to the Bodhi tree, and the paper tent is high and the wind is long gone.

The thatched hut listens to the cows, and the old place is not recognized.

The drum across the river broke its head and threw its life with the flow of words.

Bodhichitta gives birth to the Bodhi tree, which has been written in the same language as a student.

In the middle of no slander, there are quite a lot of poetry in the clouds.

The three thousand hands were speechless, because Wei Xiao commented that it was a pity.

Bodhichitta gives birth to the Bodhi tree, and spares no time to give birth to the beginning and name.

How can the wine be disgusted with the old, and the rivers and lakes are casually ear-to-ear.

Good things xiao ran should offer glue, but it can be like composing poetry later.

Bodhichitta gives birth to the Bodhi tree, looking east under the unsigned eyebrows.

Distant visitors go to Wensun Ji, a bamboo forest this sunset.

The autumn wind does not make white dew, and the night moon is not as good as people managing money.

Bodhichitta gives birth to the Bodhi tree, and learns to live in the bamboo forest.

After the new heavenly house of the king, the night scenery of the green pine was obtained.

The travel masters are all white, and they do not learn from Bo Zhongmin.

Bodhichitta gives birth to a Bodhi tree, worthy of Zhou Xu's Daoji.

And the bad slaves are drunk, and the old Cui Jin is circumvented.

Sick and sleepy, talk about poetry more than half.

Bodhichitta gives birth to the Bodhi tree, and only fears the meta-view and realizes the thoughts.

The decay is not dead, and the public is willing to be human.

Lang Zhou painted Sui for good contention, and the poem inscription Mo Made Speech.