"Man Ting Fang"
The long night is silent, the dark incense strikes far away, and meditation floats to the sky.
Garland rains, who is in it again.
The heart must be put down, to see the lack of circles, to rotate the traces.
The smoke is far away, and the sorrow is sighing, but it is a breeze.
layer upon layer. Love and hate, all by one thought, come and go.
Accumulate cultivation as suffering, Fang Enlightenment Zen Bell.
He Ruolin's sword dance, forget what to forget, shallow smile and calm.
Looking back, it is colorful and old, swaying and red.
The quiet night is full of reverie.
I seem to see the rain of the deep mountain Zen Temple hitting the eaves, the falling rain has red dust and misery, and there are all kinds of obsessions, and what is beyond is always an impetuous heart.
The past should be allowed to pass, and pressing on the heart is suffering. Sometimes think that letting go is not only a relief, but also a gain. Only by throwing away worries can we be happy.
The human heart is not big, and there is always a trade-off between suffering and pleasure. If you persistently regret the past, you will miss the happiness of today.
There is not that much time to waste.
So, what I want is not to complain and regret, I want to wave goodbye to yesterday and hug tomorrow.
A thought can make people sink, and a thought can also make people have an epiphany.
The Zen bell is leisurely, and what floats far away should be forgotten.
When the heart is really put down, looking back on the past will see a different scenery.
It was still the tree flower, and when I was upset, I didn't feel anything at all, and I even hated it.
Change your state of mind and see its beauty.
The world is divided into yin and yang, and people have sorrow and joy.
All I can do is be indifferent and smile.
[The enlightenment of Yun Xiao is in my heart.] Thanks for reading】
"King James Dictionary"
Man Tingfang is also one double tone ninety-five words, the first ten sentences four flat rhymes, the last eleven sentences five flat rhymes Zhou Bangyan
Wind old warbler chicks rain fat plum noon yin Jia tree qingyuan land near the humble mountain clothing fee furnace smoke people quiet black kites self-pleasure outside the small bridge new green splash
平仄平平句仄平平仄句仄平平仄平平韵仄平仄句平仄仄平平韵平仄平韵平仄平仄平仄仄平仄平平韵
With the long yellow reed bitter bamboo to pan the Jiujiang boat
Ping Ping Ping Ping
Every year, like a society swallow, drifting in the Han sea, to send repair rafters and Mo Si's body long near Zun qian, haggard Jiangnan tired guests can't listen to the urgent orchestra
平平韵平仄仄仄句平平仄仄句平仄平平韵仄平仄句平仄平平韵平仄平韵平仄平平韵平仄平仄平平韵
Song Feast First rest on the pillow and allow me to sleep when I am drunk
Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping