Ancient poems describing incense

1 The weak cypresses hang down like vines, and there are no branches at the eaves. The incense in the cinema lasts forever, and it deserves more people to come and worship.

2 The scenery of Queen Mother Yaochi is fresh. I don’t know the age of the flat peach and flower treasure. Heaven teaches that the spring breeze will smile, and he will become a longevity immortal in the world. Phi Rui Ji, chanting the cloud chapter. Smoke from the incense and seal furnace. Only regard tranquility as true happiness, and live together for eight thousand years. 3 The gold belt is heavy, and the purple robe is wide. In the end, it's not like Hagoromo's leisure. If the king promised to offer incense, a crown would be hung in front of the Shenwu Gate.