◎ Qin Huai Sang | all sentient beings are the same color, are white #Reading Club ##Reading #▍ The days always start to wake up from the second chirping bird, and then start to sleep when the third guiying cross-window says that the days are long and long, say

◎ Qin Huai Sang | all sentient beings are the same color, are white # book club # # reading #

▍ Days

Always from the second chirping bird

Start to wake up, and be there again

When the third branch of the laurel shadow crosses the window

Start going to sleep

The days are long and long, and the days are short

Also short. After three meals

It's dusk

▍ Give me

Wear a moonlight to go to the clouds

Fold a branch of white plum back into the dream

December, always better than other months

Cold. Snow falls deep in the mountains

By the bridge, the broken temple, the jar of pickled vegetables

Or somewhere else

All good looking

If you come, pluck the bamboo leaves

Pack a bunch of snow for me

▍ Old snow

It seemed only overnight, snow

It became old snow

Cover the green tiles and wipe off the woods

The footprints of wild deer

Break some dead branches

To describe the newly bloomed camellias

Not to mention the sad red and miserable green indigo and goose yellow

Monologue white, sprinkled with salt fluttering like white

Only overnight, it becomes an old propaganda

Talking about Slack, not as good as in Ni Zhan's paintings

Asase Cold Forest. On emptying

It is not as dark as the shadow in the words of the white stone

Chat to send nostalgia, though

But it was born at the beginning of heaven and earth

And with it, a piece

Vast snow color

▍ Come and perch

No need to go to Meibian to explore

Mountain visits, not to mention

Looking for the middle of the moon alone

Frost birds come to perch, soft branches

Soft waist

Koike moved first

Fallen ripples clear and clear

Yang went to sleep in Chang'an paintings

▍ Help drunk

It's raining and flowers are falling

The mountain family is fine, and will

A half-basket of pine cones picked up at the beginning of the year

Take it to the market and exchange it for a few bucks

Hit two or two glasses of wine, three glasses of two cups under the belly

When the wind blows, it is best

Slightly drunk - help drunk

▍ Hibiscus hedge

Plant a row of hibiscus in the spring

The next spring I had a row of hibiscus fences

They have long, leafy leaves

Strong branches

Looks good, name

It's also good

Flowers will be in June and July

Smoke purple, carmine, snow white

Open gently, then carefully wither

Each flower is seriously spent over the moon

Zhuang Zhou has been in his dreams

▍Flower room

If the moonlight could follow the deer

Back on the road, poplar and sea buckthorn

You can follow the camel bell back to the desert

You can also follow the Mu mu breeze

Back to the flower room

The South Mountain is barren, the East Mountain

The plum branches cover the snow and fall in a colorful way

Just a snap of the fingers

it has blocked your way

With the way

Look up and see plum qingqing

In front of me, there are still plum blossoms

Clusters fall

▍ Return of the deceased

Overturn the imaginary scene

Moonlight please enter the urn

The fireplace is re-lit

The unfinished poem continues one sentence

Before the snow falls on the mountain, camellias

Open outside the door

It's like returning from the past

▍ All beings are one color

The green tiles are divided, and the long pines are jade

Snow falls on the temple, and the bodhisattva lowers his eyebrows

The stone still stands outside the temple

Silence

You take a bamboo broom to sweep away the plum blossom snow

Ode to words

All beings are one color

All beings are white