Song of Falling Flowers in the Western Suburbs
The falling flowers in the Western Suburbs are a strange thing in the world, but the ancients only wrote poems about spring.
As soon as all the carriages and horses in the western suburbs were gone, Mr. Ding'an sold wine to reward them.
Sir, when you are looking for love, people don’t notice it; when you are sending love to you, people laugh at you.
Hu Peng also got three or four sons, and when he left the city, he lost his beauty and became crazy.
It is like the surging tide in Qiantang at night, like the invincible battle in Kunyang in the morning;
It is like the eighty-four thousand goddesses washing their faces and pouring rouge on this place.
Strange dragons and strange phoenixes love to wander, why would a carp with a high piano want to go to heaven?
The Jade Palace is empty, and there is no green moth in the thirty-six realms.
Another example is the misfortune of Mr.’s life, which is full of trances and weirdness.
My husband has read all the Tipitaka, and he likes most of the volumes of Vimalakirti because of the many clear words.
I also heard that the falling flowers in the pure land were four inches deep, and I was particularly fascinated by watching them with my eyes closed.
The pure kingdom of the West is yet to be reached, so how vividly can I write down my beautiful words!
The Ande tree has endless flowers, and the rain brings new beauty. Three hundred and sixty days are the time when the flowers fall.