I took the stranded smoke and rain to the end of the world
Spread out on page after page of rice paper
Text/Flowing Years Without Shore Editor: Yi Meng Fang Fei
Ancient strings plucked
Attachment awakens in samsara
Long-cherished wish to go on the road in the clouds
Kunlun is cold for a thousand years
Flakes of flakes
It continues to spread and bloom in the palm of the hand
The knot seal of the seed
Take root in the 10,000-year-old winter snow
Piled up on a floor of thoughts
Wander into the wilderness
A book of poems drenched in cold nights
Ancient sky bridges in Chaos
Yellowing page by page
An endless collection of books
Wandered in the Tang Dynasty Song Yu Ancient Road
In the twilight snow of a thousand mountains
It is wet and cool between the eyebrows
The millennia of exile are frequently looking back
Shinma is reined in night and night
Yesterday's laughter
On the moon the willows flutter
Mottled figures
In the snow of the broken bridge
Put the thoughts that will never be annihilated
Entangled in the alleys hidden deep
Chilled pavilion
The tune that I've been chanting
In the bitter wind
Pile up all kinds of thoughts in Guanshan
Plug out into the west wind
Climb up like snow with your sideburns flying
Descend the mountains
Frost chills
Yellow leaves zero pine between the cold stream
Exquisite into a glass wish
Crossing into the twilight of you and me
Sit idly on the terrace of the inclined sun
Sigh red dust drifting away from the mother
Wait for the flowers to bloom in the spring
Obsess over past lives and this one
Write and bind it into a book
The remnants of snow are filled with a thousand words of book jane
Ren Liunian combed white green silk
Text/Flow year no shore
The cold of the twilight raindrops
Blow wet thousand heavy mountain colors
The wind rises, and the thoughts are revisited
Render a thousand steps
Salvage Tianchi is full of sorrows
Once you look back, hang the vermilion window lantern flower
Panic cold moon years
His hometown is separated by 10,000 layers of mountains
Flowers are like snow, snow is like flowers
Glaciers of twilight
Gaze at the dragon sea of the sacred mountain
Dancing neon dress
Tell the story of how the world is long
Frost stained with the placket
Light up the ancient city to a short night and a long day
Over a thousand sails
Gathering and dispersing two phases
Ask the mountains when the water will return home
The mountains do not know, the water does not know
Rain and snow wet the mind
The piano sounded, startling the red plum cold snow
Will wait a few degrees for the drip to fall into the rain
Shake off a piece of acacia
Show paper with pens and pens
Will fly snow season
Night long clothes cool Saibei gui geese
Tears dived into the lines of poetry
All the strings of the millennium toss and turn
In the sound of cold flutes
Indulge in the alleys of spirits
The camel bell rings slowly
The deceased of the barees
Hand picking star bucket to complain to the heart
Candles illuminate the cold
Gently push open the cold window of the sky gate
The gentleness that flows between the lines
Fly in the sky
The figure in front of the door looked at the drums
Hide the panic deep inside
The ferry ride continues