Green clothes are plain, the chin is caressing the strings of the piano, and the wisps are far away and slender. If there is none, it will gradually drift away. Su Xin rolled up his sleeves, slowly walked and thought about the distance, the Buddhist hall smoke, washed away the lead.
Sincere gaze holding a handful of burning wisps, burning incense to purify the face, silently reciting the Heart Sutra, and prostrating ten times. Pray for a cup of holy water before the Buddha, whisk away the dusty heart, and purify it under bodhichitta.
Hanging alone at night, the moonlight rendering, love self-unbuttoning the green coat buckle; wordlessly go up to the West Building alone, and put the wine fang bottle on the Xiu Lou. The moon is like a hook, the lonely sycamore deep courtyard locks the spring and autumn; the belly is full of grievances, the heart is like incense, only to wait for a piece of spring sorrow like wine pouring!
Gently pluck the fragrant flower wine, drink a cup of sorrow; watch the pear blossom moon bend, overlooking the river water in the distance; the river is lightly rocking, the smoke waves are green; the heart has returned to the tide; the old road is not penetrated, the west wind is lightly wrapped in cool and first penetrating; the ancient string is quiet and cold.
Yellow warblers chirp between the eyebrows, the branches on the snow are beautiful, the glass dots are dyed with bright moons, and the red fruits on the trees in the pavilion are full of waists. Leaks and spills a little shadow; a cut of red face pavilion, full of acacia dates; the wind is fluttering, bamboo is xiaoxiao; the afterglow is faint, and the fragrance of flowers is lonely.
The green poplar smoke willows are light and cold, the red branches are springy; the pear blossom curtains in the garden are not rolled; the broken intestines and herbs are far away. The sound is gaunt, the fragrance is not old; the willow waist is owed, and the evening photo is left between the flowers!
It caused a chuckle, stupid, stupid, the afterscent of the fallen flowers has dissipated! Dreams, half-bent pear blossom moon, fragrant bright moon dawn; heart death, Xiao Xiao red face pavilion, how much do you know about the past?
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