March in March
March outside Yanmen Pass
Spring is snoozing
On the withered breasts of branches
Only smiling with eyes as big as grains of rice
Folks say
That is the bud of spring
Northwest wind and southeast wind
Around the plateau
On the loess slopes
The roots holding up the vast universe
The yellow sand hits the simplicity of the countryside The ketone body
The desire of spring renders the sky and the vast sea of ??Beiyue
On the historic site of Golden Beach
A Yao Qin is placed
< p> A mighty song wakes me upYang Wulang who meditates on Zen in Wutai Mountain
With a vegetarian’s casual heart
The bald head holds the blue sky< /p>
Looking for the power of the dragon and horse accompanied by King Qin beside the Li Ling Monument in Shuozhou back then
Twisting the white and furry grass
Questioning myself Convince people with virtue
Then who am I now
The waves of spring are brewing into a drizzle
The sun of Pleasant Goat is squinting with dark spots on his face
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The quiet heart tree is indifferent to the rainbow
The brilliance of spring is silently chanting
Revealing Bo Hong’s golden and jade words
Kun hears the sound of spring , the city nourishes the spring pulse
In the natural wind
The Yanmenke twists the scriptures and historical relics
Reciting the mantra of March and returns slowly
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——Gu Bilong wrote at noon on March 30, 2015 (a skewer of classmates’ nicknames)
Farewell
Day, drum up 筭
The ground is blowing the flute
The snowflakes that searched for God yesterday
Plump the thin ridge of the mountain
Grace the stiff trees The tips
The skin is smooth and smooth
The jade bones are ice-clear and enchanting
In the wilderness of the heart
Reflecting the carefree and graceful appearance of the fairy
The snow beauty who has been quiet all night
Can’t stand the naked tearing of the wind
When the sun comes out, the jade is damaged and the fragrance disappears
The soul , bid farewell to the mountains and wilderness
The soul dispersed into water vapor
The snow girl gave up
The small bridge with whimpering water
Zen , chanting about the coming and going of snowflakes
In the distance, after taking off the snow cover
Only the smoke lingering lonelyly
...Written by Gu Bilong in December 2014 On the evening of the 10th of the lunar month, I miss the snowflakes that turned into immortals
Pray for blessings
In the sound of Taoist music and drums
The Three Yuan Miao Sutra is played in a cadence
< p> The spiritual sunshine of all worldsPlanted in the remote Zixu
Feel the Yang Hong of the third grade of Ziwei Tianguan Shangyuan
The earth is bare chested
Containing the seeds of sunshine
Brewing the luck of the Qingxu Diguan Zhongyuan Grade 2
The air is filled with the aura of rain and snow
Transporting all kinds of good weather in the grain belly
Catharting the spiritual response of Cave Yin Shui Guan Xia Yuan 3rd grade
A paper talisman lights up the Southern Liuyang Star Lantern
The two Tai Chi fishes on the red Taoist robe are smiling
Disillusionment, danger, and salvation bless Han Ling
The fire of the Big Dipper is shining
The power of Tiangang moves the universe
Prolonging life and longevity Zhuge Kongming
Infinite Heavenly Lord
The heaven and earth are so big that they move in rhythm
That whisk, fishing drum and copper bell