Year: Modern Author: Lao She
Zhongzhou used to be fertile land, and the white horse came to carry the scriptures. Wild cranes smell the first rock, and the morning light shines on the ancient platform.
The sparse bells are silent, and a dream is blooming. Robbery is still in the past, burning incense and realizing Buddha's sorrow.
Baimasi poems
Year: Song Author: Li Zhi
The Han River is full of high winds and corners. The cross door covers half a foot, and the flying dragonfly has a layered structure.
Gao Linhua blooms in China, and Yao Gui is forced by double springs. Tortoise and fish are stuck in the water, while cattle and horses drink water and slip away.
I live far from home, so this is a spring plan. The uneven fragrance of rhombohedral and participation in art exhibitions.
Recite the last part of the pool and pour the pot.
Tour of Baima Temple
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Lin Qiu climbed over a cliff, and stepping on it would leave footprints. Sensen caught Daozhu and laid a battle for the feather forest.
Jinglu leads deep into the dock, and the door is open. Heavy frost hangs fruit, and the cold is strong.
The room is deep, the lights are warm, and the drinking is quite hearty. The mountain is cold and the night is deep, and the Bai Yue on the ridge is slightly higher.
South of Tian Ming Temple, the secluded road passes by. The forest path suddenly broke, and the shallow stream was more than ten feet wide.
The collapsed rivers are not of the same scale. The meatballs are in a row, and they fall again and again.
Quan Ming walked away from the stone and contacted to find something to rise. Noisy competition flies wash, send diarrhea or spill smoothly.
It's hard to plant my staff when the group goes and friends live. Pine-edged mice, stone crabs pay their respects.
Go deeper, keep your eyes and ears open, and let whoever squeezes the risk retreat. Cold is related to the shade of old trees, while warm value is broad.
The autumn glow falls in Ye Ping, and birds sing at dusk. Wandering in the unknown, I want to go first.
Like Weaver, beauty and evil follow closely. When they are complacent, they are tired of expectations.
It is not a hermit's fault to know the joy of mountains and forests. If I do nothing, I will be haggard.
I am eager to give righteousness, which is a solid saint. I am addicted to myself, I am stubborn and strong.