You don't see Chang'e Shiyong Hai Tianbi,
The leaks are happy to part.
Jun did not see Luan Pei Pink Xia step to pick up joy,
Longer curtain peeping Han rafters.
Golden House Bowel Guard Dance,
Ma Song's soul complained about the jade bone.
The east wind has passed through a hundred flowers,
Three and five are both profitable and two and eight are lacking.
Under the three mountains of the mulberry field,
Yaotai has left a thousand trees and flowers.
Red heart liver and gallbladder to the end,
The heart of the people is like the depth of the sea.
The God of War drinks the ancient love of the dove,
Guoshi sent the hanging to the hereafter.
Huan yarn is distributed to make flat boats,
Pan Qian caressed the Yan Lou.
Alpine flowing water and widow,
The wooden pen falls towards the hibiscus twilight flowers.
It's hard to walk, it's hard to walk.
There are many wrong paths, where is the soul?
Pure child sincerely has no heart,
Sexual migration practice tracks.
The moon and the qing wind blow the green piano,
Floral hedges folded dew melon.
Note: I have seen the hustle and bustle, tasted the xianlu delicacies, entered the wine pond meat forest, also seen the song finally dispersed, tasted the coarse tea and light rice, and entered the cold cage. Need is delusion, desire is rain and flood, food and clothing can be enough, how can the soul be safe? When you walk to the end of the water and sit and watch the clouds rise, the spiritual feast is unnecessarily gorgeous, and it can also be glorious and radiant, and the body around the body is golden. "Bodhi is inherently pure. But with this mind, we have become a Buddha. ”