[Ming]
Li Rihua
Finger citron stone
Climbing the temple on the platform, the bells and drums are heavy and deep.
Three Chu Bai Yunsheng bergamot, Jiujiang cold moon as Zen.
There is a place to open Lan Ruo on the cliff, and there is no bamboo forest on the cliff.
Andrew gave his life from the old woman, and the futon looked at the gold all day.
Send 1000 Wulin Buddhas to your hut and talk in the temple.
The history of dragons and monks in Taoist public law.
All the old tricks of the year have fallen into the world of mortals.
Thousands of buddhas shine for a long time, but several buddhas still stand.
Cold lamps burn sarong, while rain and moss erode China.
No one has, but who has?
I don't know how to get talents. I will support them.
Qiantang is 100,000 yuan, and the clear moon is priceless.
Good guidance should be harmonious. Talk about flowers and happy new members.
There is a smell of God wandering at night.
The infighting of witchcraft is guilty, which is to discredit the bottom.
The catfish floats in the side palace, and the dragon and horse cross the river.
Daozhou has been resurrected, and it's too late to talk about it now.
Pine trees enter the lakeside, and the scorched leaves are scattered.
Smoke comes to catch fire, and deer comes to deer in the evening.
We are ashamed of enlightenment.
Begging east, you will find it from now on.
Xuefo tablets
Cheng Ming
The ceiling was gloomy and empty, and the ground suddenly rose three feet.
Different from the western gods, this is the realm of water essence.
The fetus is not cut, which means depicting it.
It's white jade, inlaid with gold.
When you wash away the heat and troubles in your heart, you learn to be clean.
The red sun rose from the hibiscus, but finally disappeared without a trace.
It's not empty, it's not colored.
Looking at the passing waves in the east, the sea is unpredictable.
I came to Phoenix Creek. The ancient temple has been full of thorns for a long time.
Modi studied the Buddhist tablet, and the inscription was illegible.
Stones are not good either. The situation is not stones.
Everything is an illusion, and the third feeling is a sigh.
Buddha Pavilion in Jinghai Temple
Spent the night in Egret Island and suddenly swam to the head of the ancient city.
The sound of the river is not for pedestrians, and the scenery of the mountains often contains sorrow for the past.
Under the fallen leaves, Xiaolan left late, and Ma Si Hongyuan was at the north gate of autumn.
Romance is always a guest in Nan Zhou, leaning against the building to watch the sea cup.