Xiaoxin
Xiaoxin said that she was in trouble and couldn't get by
To go to the temple to worship the Bodhisattva, all kinds of good causes
Seeing the bustling outside the hall, the incense in the hall is prosperous
The pilgrims walked with respect, and the Buddha worshiped with piety
Everyone who entered the hall was burdened with red dust and was light-headed
When I came out, I was blessed with ten miles, and I was full of spring breeze
She guessed that everyone on weekdays must always cherish the common fate
Ten good deeds in a day to get the favor of the Buddha
Xiaoxin is afraid that he will not be able to catch the solemn and special of the Bodhisattva
He smiled and exited the main hall to quietly dust up
All afternoon, she stared at the lotus pond in the monastery in a daze
Like a child napping in front of the Bodhisattva's seat, welcoming all sentient beings
那天，佛将荷花拈得无比鲜艳
The fish are leisurely in the sun, and the scenery is quiet and delightful
At that moment, Xiaoxin's heart stopped beating
She smelled the incense sticks that burned during night reading
There is also the fireworks of the mother's bran pancakes
The lotus pond is refreshing, and there is not a single grain of mud and dust in sight
She sat on the lotus leaf like a ripe dumpling
The wind blows, and the past falls one by one
But she couldn't take anything from this temple
The light of the Buddha is mixed in the slanting sun in the afternoon
Xiao Xin counted the gray particles floating in the light
The gray grains are like good fortune and re-enter the red dust with the people
Xiaoxin said that the Bodhisattva wanted too much at that time, and she was light for a while
The load can bear the light, and the load will not go away from the dust
She also said that if she was sincere, she would put herself down
You can't take anything with you in the realm of the Bodhisattva
The water in the lotus pond is calming, and you can wash it when you have time
It's a bit like touching the Buddha's finger, and it's cold and biting
Well, so be it
If you don't send it today, you won't welcome it tomorrow
Panshan Road is not an Internet celebrity
It is said that this road has eighteen curved ileums
Climbing up the gentle slope, the air was filled with the sword qi of the Qin people
The water quality in the mountains is alkaline, and the mountain people speak coldly
You can stop and take a look
The setting sun blows through the clouds
It was the inexhaustible beauty of the evening sunshine in Lishan
Like the broken blood color riding the wind, after the giant chop
Left to the land for sashimi in this golden age
The skirts dyed red with pomegranate flowers are delicate
The sense of oppression of beauty has not dissipated all the way to the west
The car is like a snake heading south, trying to swallow history and desire
But on top of the head are the ancestral roots of Fuxi and Nuwa
Looking up at Zhou Li's secluded beacon fire, the horses were hiding
The mountainside is bloated, and Lao Jun and Lao Mu are taking their vitality
The imperial soup at the foot of the mountain soaked the beauty and the song of long hatred
The neon dress and feather dance performed a defeat in the Tang Dynasty
Only the First Emperor, who came from the Eastern Tour, was never defeated
He smiled leisurely at the descendants of Lao Qin and Jiang Rong
He smoothly pressed the dragon veins and earth qi and said, except for me, there is no immortality
A few passers-by who wanted to point out the country
Look at the ant-like river under the mountain
The rich clouds and rain that manipulate the illusory in the dream
After traveling through the mountains for thousands of years, he lost his voice for a while
The swordsmen and heroines endured it, swallowing the mountain wind and falling dumbly
A sigh floated in the distance, as if to speak
The Hongmen Banquet is a shameless failure to success
Author: Lan Bing, now living in Xi'an, is a doctor and a member of the Sleep Poetry Society. I love to write poems, I want to be washed away by the heavy rain, and I want to kiss the dripping lily of the valley in the poem.
Image: Photo by Reading Sleep Poet
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