These 7 ancient poems, every time you read them, are a practice

Years of cultivation listen to the flow of years

"Yu Meiren Listening to the Rain"

Song Jiang Jie

The teenager listened to the rain song upstairs, and the red candles dimmed.

In the prime of life listening to the rain in the passenger boat,

The river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind.

And now listening to the rain monks, the sideburns have been stars also.

Sorrow and joy are always merciless,

Before the first term, drip until dawn.

Losing the practice of winning a life is a game of chess

"Four Zen Poems : Part II"

Ming Cangxue

No one in Panasonic was left behind, and Matsuko Kuyama fell on the chessboard.

Immortals are even more immortals, after all, winning and losing can't be finished.

Parting from the practice of living one by one will eventually have to say goodbye

"Huan Xi Sha"

Song Wang Anshi

The hundred acres of atrium are half moss, and the white road in front of the door is haunting.

How many people can come?

The courtyard cloister is lonely in spring. Peach Creek apricot two or three plants,

For whom the pieces fall for whom.

It is common for a lonely practice to live only the Tao

"Magnolias, Pond Water Green Breeze Warm"

Song Yanshu

The pond water is green and the wind is slightly warm, remembering the first time Yuzhen met.

The heavy song rhymes with a loud rhyme, and the red swirls into the broken dance waist.

The jade hook descended the incense steps, and after getting drunk, he did not know the oblique night.

At that time, I was a total of flower appreciators, and now there is no half of them.

Gain and loss practice - There are gains and losses, which is life

"Huan Xi Sha · A New Word Wine Glass"

A new song for a glass of wine, last year's weather old pavilion.

When does the sun set?

Helpless flowers fell, and déjà vu returned.

The small garden incense path wanders alone.

Lonely practitioners asked where to find Zhiyin

"Little Heavy Mountain: Last Night's Cold Worm Can't Stop Singing"

Song Yue Fei

Last night the cold clams couldn't stop chirping.

Shocked back to the dream of a thousand miles, has been three more.

Get up and walk around the stairs alone.

People are quiet, and the moon outside the curtain is bright.

The white head is the name of merit.

The old mountain pine bamboo is old, blocking the return journey.

I want to pay my heart to Yaoqin.

Who listens to the few voices and broken strings?

The love word cultivation has gone through thousands of sails, and the most loved one is still around

"Qingyu Case: New Year's Eve"

Song Xin abandons the disease

Flowers and trees bloom at night in the east wind. More blowing down, the stars like rain.

BMW carved car fragrant road.

The sound of the phoenix vibrates, the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night.

Moth snow willow golden wisps. Laughter filled the dark incense.

The multitudes looked for him a thousand times.

Suddenly looking back, the man was there, and the lights were dimmed.