Rain and dew wet the moss, and purple flowers are still blooming. On the stone steps, Jade Man never came. I think the moon will be there tomorrow, and the moon will be foggy. Look up at the oblique path and forget to cross it.
I love the other shore and everything is in my heart. Flowers and leaves will never be seen, but they will bloom for two generations. It's empty, and there are three roads every other day. Flowers bury the fire, accompanied by leaves into love.
Quietly, looking into the air, thinking of jade people, never listening. Vaguely leave songs, rain falls on the whole city, flowers fall and fly, and long purples erode the road. It's as if I saw the African-American dragon's paw blossom, and three roads were forgotten in Cheng Nan. Listening to the rain alone in the tall building, raising a glass to invite the shadows to recall the old feelings. As drunk as a fiddler, I knocked on the bronze bell, and tears filled my eyes. I want to be calm, too. It's hard to be calm again. It is because I dream of keeping an isolated city, which is infinitely fragrant and avoids all beings, so melodramatic!
(2) A prosperous world, a sea of clouds and mud, and two bridges.
Life and death flick, several rounds in the morning and evening, three times in the evening.
Bloom flowers fall, red and white, infatuation is hard to stay.
The leaves fell into the soil, and bloom was in clusters, with countless tears.
Meng Po advised him to drink, but he never looked back.
Laughing and crying is a vicissitudes of life, Huang Shiji, Buddha is difficult.
How can I wake up from the maze when my nose is off and all my emotions are there?
Reincarnation is sad, ghosts are hard to get drunk, no way back.
(3) There are flowers on the other side, and there is no chance between flowers and leaves.
Forget that the river is calm, there is a natural barrier between him and the shore.
The fire is long, and the previous life is scattered.
May the sadness of heart and feelings be sad. Bloom Ye Luo, goodbye.
(4) White Datura flower, the sacred flower in the sky, blooms for thousands of years, and leaves are in full bloom.
Red manzhushahua, the flower of evil in hell, thanks to the Millennium, the leaves bloom and fall.
Flowers and leaves will never meet-
(5) On the other side of bloom, the fallen leaves always fall in bloom.
Cause and effect are doomed to life and death.
Flowers and leaves are two stages of life, and Naiheqiao has been waiting for thousands of years.
A bowl of soup in Meng Po is unforgettable.