With your eyes fixed on the pole, you can swing around in the spring waves. There are ten thousand kinds of Chun Qing. How much food should you laugh at? You have to count the distance.
Somehow, the wheels are falling, the afterglow is scattered, and it is gradually a psychedelic scene. Ask to draw a picture in the red window, can you count it out?
When we meet, only the clouds are good, Penglai refers to the east and the water is weak. Don't worry, the autumn wind blows the soup stock. Zhou Ji (178 1 year-1839) keeps the thread, saves the word, does not borrow the number, and stops at night. A native of Jingxi, Jiangsu (now Yixing, Jiangsu), he was a poet and critic in the Qing Dynasty. 1805 (the tenth year of Jiaqing in Qing dynasty), Jinshi. Guan Huaian, professor of government studies. He has written ten volumes of Wei Ci, An Zhi Ci, Ci Discrimination, one volume of Jie Cun Zhai Za and Song Sijia Ci Collection. In addition, the works of ci tune are divided into four categories: wan, astringent, high and flat, which have been lost. The Draft of Qing History has been circulated in 468 volumes. Help (the poor)
Since stepping on the door of nirvana, a cool breeze has been blowing for tens of thousands of years. Although Penglai has a road, Sakyamuni Maitreya meditates. Who will release the fallen flowers and birds in front of the dead wood rock? Two mud cows are fighting in the sea, and the news is still at a loss. -Song Bai Yuchan's Ten Chapters of Wan 'an Reunion is Ten Chapters of Wan 'an Reunion.
Since stepping on the door of nirvana, a cool breeze has been blowing for tens of thousands of years.
Although Penglai has a road, Sakyamuni Maitreya meditates.
Who will release the fallen flowers and birds in front of the dead wood rock?
Two mud cows are fighting in the sea, and the news is still at a loss. Spring is thicker than wine, and plum blossoms are as light as poetry. The leaves are evergreen this year and the branches are white last year. -Song Bai Yuchan's "Sanxinfeng Station" Sanxinfeng Station
Spring is thicker than wine, and plum blossoms are as light as poetry.
The leaves are evergreen this year and the branches are white last year. There are blessings in heaven, and the fruit is old and yellow, and several generations of descendants. A genius goes straight, and a thousand cliffs turn into stones. The white crane on the mountain comes without a shadow, and the green mule on the stone goes with a mark. I want to be free. Immortals and mortals are separated. -Song Bai Wei's "Tour Yixing Zhanggong Cave" Tour Yixing Zhanggong Cave
There are blessings in heaven, and the fruit is old and yellow, and several generations of descendants.
A genius goes straight, and a thousand cliffs turn into stones.
The white crane on the mountain comes without a shadow, and the green mule on the stone goes with a mark.
I want to be free. Immortals and mortals are separated.