Bohu Tang
A three-foot silver engine was burning in the tent,
Happiness is not the end of marriage;
May enlightenment become a treasure of light,
I didn't know the sky when I walked through the grave.
spiritual song
Guo nan Jian Shuang Xi Lou
Looking up at the clouds in the northwest, Wan Li needs a long sword. People talk about this place. See you late at night. Bullfighting is full of flames.
I think the mountains are high, the pool is empty and the water is cold, and the moon and stars are pale. Looking at the burning rhinoceros, I leaned against the fence in fear, angry and miserable.
The gorge is the Cangjiang River, crossing a dangerous building and wanting to fly. Long Yuan is an old man, so he might as well lie down and curl up.
The ups and downs of the ages, the sad laughter of a hundred years, and the browsing in an instant. Who unloaded it, sailed on the beach and tied the sunset rope?