【Poetry Appreciation】Heart-dwelling Clouds and Waters (Outer Four)

Heart-dwelling cloud water room (outer four songs)

Author: Nie Peng

Inside the red dust

The heart is between the clouds and the water

Plain beauty and elegance

It wafts out a faint fragrance

The hustle and bustle of the world

In the end, you can't live in Zen

Impetuous tangled red dust

People, in the end, can not let go of the landscape in front of them

Tenderness pervades the eyebrows

Transcendental realms

Let the lonely soul settle down

The clouds cirrus clouds shuli faintly saw the current

All human nature is ethereal

Everyone is a dancer of the soul

Sit on a stream of mountains

Look at the endless clouds of smoke from afar

Eager to ride away

I would also like to plant acres of flower fields

Quiet time will eventually fade

Very light, there is Zen

Yumoto is immaculate and has a simple heart

Ethereal and ethereal in the firmament

Wander through the clouds

There is no self between heaven and earth

Walk a side of the landscape

It's about playing a ride in life

Why hurt the spring and autumn

The humble side sees the truth

The depths of the clouds and smoke are as quiet as blue

The elegant rhyme of the landscape condenses the plain

The heart is emptied

The wind blows the fragrance of flowers and the heavens and the earth are high

Laughter is full of vicissitudes

The setting sun is sentimental

I can't see the way forward

Where is the incense mound

The end of the world

There is sadness that can't see the blue

A drunken dream

One season and one shallow singing

Walk alone in the barren years

A setting sun like blood

Always with sadness

Flowing lights into the twilight scenery at the beginning

There is always one of you like a song

Harsh sunlight

Remove the last haze from the room

The July wind is not cold or hot

Light rain prints oblique sun

Oratorio yesterday flourished

Leaning on and drunk

Looking back, it is already a mountain of yellow flowers

The past seems to be gushing water

Tears of sorrow spilled down

Wind and dust resigned over the years

In the cold flute of the gradual change of face

Laughter and laughter disappeared from the end of the world

The cold wind blows in the dead moon

To whom do your sorrows pour out

Light and shadow Light introduction

Build a siege

Only live you, me

The flowers bloomed at that time

Or flowers fall

It's up to you to apply it

On every flower

All put down a dream

On every branch

They all got together

Plant a pond of green lotuses

Plant a hedge of chrysanthemums

Let the time be as fragrant as ever

Blossom, just a snooze kung fu

Then it opened to the grasshoppers

Turn around, summer is almost over

Sky blue smoke and rain

There was a lot of crabapple on the shore

Looking for your boat is far away

Listen to a thousand mountains and cries

July is as fast as an arrow

The days begin with the romance of the lotus flower

The human world in the fireworks

Listen to the sound of frogs and watch the little lotus tip

Meditate in time

Light and light

Start with a small glass of wine

Ukiyo Zen

Things are uncertain

Nothing can't happen

Peace of mind is home

Early summer is a quiet time

Gathering and dispersing are always dependent on each other

Clutch low chanting

No matter how hard you try

The landscape will never be perfectly portrayed

Whether it's fireworks grass color

Regardless of the poetic fragments

Life always seems crowded

I have to leave a vacant lot in my heart

Store all memories related to poetry

A tree of peach in spring

The greenery of summer

Autumn is abundant and winter is abundant

The wild path of Zen

Chrysanthemums blooming in the hedge yard

A few barks from dogs in the farm yard

You can see and hear the Zen

Prosperity is a tree blossoming

It can flourish in a shallow way

Encounter a poem

March Walk out of the house

In fact, I am not thinking about sexual encounters

It's hope

Pick up some pieces of life

Or encounters

A few sentences or a poem

Smell the dew quietly, smell the flowers

Walking on the strange in March

Early spring is a poetic time

All the things that are in the heart are hidden in the dark incense

In all the old dreams of Gangnam

There are my bland lines of poetry

That year, you say

Just wait for the strange flowers to bloom

I'll be with you

Over the years, I have collected the fragrance of flowers in the courtyard

Wait for you to think of you

The alleys where it rains drizzle down in Gangnam

Where there is wind, there is your gaze

Beautiful nostalgia swirls across your fingertips

Thinking of you and my words are not sad

With a wisp of acacia flame

Gently light the fragrance of light summer

The road is too far, the dream is too long

How to join hands with the wind and rain

It's not a waste of time