Seasonal
The forest is a little deeper, locked in the early winter
On the snow-white starting line, life is mysterious
The inspiration for a long farewell met the poet, and the song was far away
The four seasons of life are throbbing and psychic
The evening pastoral song is tintin white behind Yuehua
Endless, the illusion of nothingness lingers
Perfection, the praise of life is dedicated to God
In the pastoral garden of truth, goodness and beauty, cultivate wisdom
The snake of thought squirms, passing through the maze of shadows
Step by step, the power erupts in the crater
See Xian Siqi, flat dressed in the balance of white clouds
The Tao Fa is natural, and the morale in every gust of wind is high
Oh, the gentleness of spring and the splendor of summer are adjacent
The depths of autumn are followed by the desolation of winter
The transformation of all things is reasonable, and I have a sense of ease
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