There are temples inside
There are also tall people
There are birds and beasts
There are also thorns
There are high flower slopes
There are also dead ends to lonely enjoyment
Sometimes well water also violates river water
Sometimes summer also occupies autumn
Suddenly a rain of peach blossoms got wet
The sound of a swarm of bees reading a book
A line of running water
With lightning in his heart, he illuminated the mountains in front of and behind the mountains
Out of the plum, into the ambush
Ten miles of cicadas ran in the ears and cooked smoke all the way
There are also thousands of troops and horses ambushed on ten sides
The green point is thick and long, and the moon is far away from the Zen sound
A pine tree of ten thousand years
With inner tenderness and strength
Resist the white snow of this earthly world
It was as if the whole season had woken up
I slept again
Fine Art by Charles Emile Jacques (French)
Old in the wine
In a glass of wine, peach blossoms bloom
There are also the south mountains that are floating and winding
The Buddha opened his mouth and told me
Never too late to mend
A poem salvaged me repeatedly
A petal shattered by the moonlight
Paved with the clear rhyme of the lotus
Sprinkled with rage
Washed away the world and warmed the heart
I'll pick up one of them
And with a drop of hot tears
Serve wine. How much moonlight is there tonight
I'll have as many nights as I've ever had
Drink while going ashore
Wait for news from afar
Suddenly there is something from childhood
The rain of stars wet the top of your head
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