Press: Cultivate yourself in the ashram and nourish your face with compassion.
The opening excerpt of Mr. Yang Dai's words: In the end, it is not the eight-faced exquisite woman, who cannot please the joy of the world, but only ends up surrounded by a silent firework, and is at peace with being alone, and is in harmony with everything. With words, with music, with flowers and flowers, with warmth and purity, be a warm person, not humble, clear and kind.
- "Alone and Peaceful"
Sentimental
The rain was harsh and frost-bound, and the wind stopped and fell on the wood.
Stratus clouds restore the sea, the season of the old court warblers.
Be diligent and keep it, and live with all things.
The north window has no daylight, and it does not plant proud hanying.
lakefront
The Dongla River is pure and the green face is in sight.
Deep streams dive into the leaves, and ancient trees are still breezy.
Yukuo single gull scissors, Wave flat a mirror empty.
Fortunately, the bamboo in the sky is red by the water.
Gate
Stay away for a thousand bells, to find a clove of incense.
The road is near and the moss shallow stone steps are long.
Sip the tea at will, without the heart of the light.
The sun slanted away, and the thin twilight was full of mountains and cool.
Medical Center
The room cleans the windows, and the warm sun enters the warmth.
The wall of the high name hall is hung, and the aisle medicine is slightly fragrant.
Straighten your face and ask for white robes.
The white-clad qing smiled and met again.
Boil the medicine
Hundreds of herbs into clay pots, red clay small stove.
Several traces of smoke are thin, and the smell of the room is dry.
Xie was floating in the brocade and came to boil this bowl of Wu.
Although Meng Po had a word, she had forgotten about it when she drank it.
Spring festival
The ice and rain are wet and dead, and the fly ash is scattered with flowers.
Rejuvenate the grass again, and chase the epidemic bitter cold credit.
The road is lonely and empty, and the people are quiet in the restaurant.
Looking at the thousand water crossing, a reed announces the sound of Jia.
Have leisure
There are idle windows for a long time, and the days of nothing are long.
The ancient sentence is stained with lips, and the sweet tea shakes hands cold.
The wind cuts the thin wind, and the bird cuts the clear light.
The breath is quiet, and the eyebrows are warm and the sunset is warm.
early spring
The pavilion is slightly smoked at noon, and the middle is like water.
The lights were dim and rainy, and Mu Jingping was windy.
The milk leaves are curly yellow, and the fallen flowers are purple.
The small window is quiet, and the breath is in the cycle.
Night
Late at night, the rain is heavy, and the fingertips are cool after sitting for a long time.
Rub your hands to warm your eyebrows, and coat the pillow bed.
The mirror opens the dream, and the heart returns to normal.
Everything is hidden in fireworks, and the years are a reed voyage.
Himself
My career is coming to an end, and I am reluctant to filter the dust and smoke.
As a rice grain guest, the god returns to the clouds and rivers.
Jealous of the flower obedient climate, embracing the epidemic in the spring.
Foreign objects are virtualized, and I listen to the rain and sleep.
