Between them
When quiet, listen to the breeding of cold snow
No more blind innovation
Emptiness and not in harmony with the symbol of natural nothingness,
It may not be warm, and the low moan is quiet
False warmth is not as good as the joy of a squirrel
Sigh the spring color flowing year, lost a sentence
The screams of women
Disappear into the cool color of the face
Infect snowflakes, comb the height of the tree
Calm the tiredness of the dust
This bone-chilling winter
Open up the way of the teenager
Everything is the end of ignorance
Coupled with hunger, you can't hear the crisp teeth of eating apples
A few sparrows called out to the heart cold
The Word does not depart from man, and the heart is in the depths of life
Hongdao is reasonable, and no one feels the wings of the figure
It turned out to be a heart passing feathers
Respect for the order of life and mind existence
Unity is the same, seeing is small
The green source left for winter
It is the wind and dust of the old pine alone to the snowflakes
All things are in the time of the peace
Touching a point is the way of right and wrong
The depth of the root
Locate the spread of character
