On that day,
I closed my eyes and was in the fragrant fog of the temple.
I suddenly heard the truth in your hymn;
In January of that year,
I shake all the curved pipes,
Not to cross over,
Just to touch your fingertips;
That year,
Kowtow and climb the mountain,
Not for the audience,
Just to stick to your warmth;
At that time,
Put mountains, water and pagodas,
Not for the afterlife,
Just to meet you on the road.
In January of that year,
I gently turned all the curved pipes,
Not to cross, just to touch your fingerprints;
That year, I kowtowed and embraced the dust.
Not to worship Buddha, just to stick to your warmth;
At that time, I searched hundreds of mountains,
Not to repair the afterlife, just to meet you on the road;
It's just that that night, I forgot everything,
Abandoned faith, abandoned reincarnation,
Just for the rose that once cried in front of the Buddha,
Has long lost its former glory.
Scholars recite poems at the moon appreciation meeting;
Prelude to water melody
When did the moon begin to appear?
I take my glass from a distance.
I don't know the palace in heaven,
What year is tonight?
I want to go home in the wind,
I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu,
It's too cold up there.
Dance to see the shadows,
What is it like!
The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self.
There should be no hatred,
Why should it be different?
People have joys and sorrows,
The moon is cloudy and sunny,
This matter is ancient and difficult to complete.
Wish people a long time,
Thousands of miles * * * ChanJuan.