The young mermaid listened to the rain.
river
Listening to the rain song upstairs, the red candle is faint.
In the prime of life, listening to the rain on the boat,
The river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind.
Now, listening to the rain, monk Lu's temple is already full of stars.
Sorrow and joy are always ruthless,
Before the next step, drop by drop until dawn.
When I was young, I heard the sound of wind and rain on the colorful song building; In the prime of my life, I heard the sound of wind and rain on a wandering passenger ship. Now, the temples are gray, and the silent monk leaves to listen to the rain.
Time flies so fast that people don't know, step by step, and they will never come back.
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Win or lose practice-a game of chess in life
Four Zen Poems (2)
Ming Cang Xue
There is no one in Panasonic. I heard a pine cone fall off the chessboard.
Immortals are more immortal, after all, winning or losing is endless.
Life is like a chess game, handed down from generation to generation, but the word win or lose is never conclusive.
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Life and death practice, one after another, to say goodbye after all.
Jiang remembers the dream he had on the 20th day of the first month.
Song sushi
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable.
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.
Even if I don't know each other, my face is covered with dust, like frost.
At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated.
Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears
It is estimated that the annual heartbroken place, moonlit night, short matsuoka.
"Those who are ecstatic just leave", and all kinds of parting in the world are heartbreaking. But the most bitter thing in the world is not parting, but parting.
At least there is hope of seeing you again when you leave, but there is no possibility of sitting together and laughing when you leave.
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Lonely practice-Drink this cup of sorrow in the long wind
Loushu, Xie Tiao, Xuanzhou, Shu Yun.
Tang Libai
Since yesterday, I have to leave Bolt and me behind.
Those who disturb my heart are so annoying today.
Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine.
Peng Cai's article Jian 'an Bone, I am Xiao Yaxie who grew up beside you.
We are all lofty distant thoughts, longing for the sky and the bright moon.
But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords and raise our glasses to drown our sorrows.
Since the world can't satisfy our desire, I will loosen my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow.
Gigi Lai walked in the wandering rivers and lakes all his life. Even if he is gifted again, there is still a lingering fog of loneliness in his heart. He is lonely in frustration, sad in loneliness, and even more lonely in sadness.
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Sentimental Practice —— Ten-year Lantern of Night Rain in Jianghu
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Huang Songting Jian
I live in Junnanhai, Beihai, and I can't send geese to deliver books.
Peach and plum spring breeze, a glass of wine, ten years of night rain.
Housekeeping, but with four vertical walls, does not cure diseases.
I want to read a book, but the ape is crying by the stream.
Ten-year night rain lamp in Jianghu. How many people and how many times do we have to fail before our life and feelings can be complete and complete?
Xiao Feng, wind, rain, short and thin candles in the house, a lonely night, in candlelight.