As beautiful as a flower, as holy as the moon, as quiet as a spring, as snow.
There are no princes and grandchildren in the fleeting ancient road, heroes sink in the desert, smoke locks the sunset, and the morning bell opens the clouds.
Tao is quietly suspended, slowly flowing, appearing brightly and dying in the dark.
Appreciating the ecliptic skyline, the world of mortals is more complicated. In order to truly enjoy eternal life, I am worried about my life.
Natural glory does not feel spring, drought does not blame autumn wind, sadness and joy do I want it? Tao is natural.
I feel sad when the rain falls on the phoenix tree, and the wind makes me laugh. I hate right and wrong. How can I think of my heart? ...
Climbing again in 1999, thinking of chasing clouds to owls, frost is not my intention, bathing in snow is enchanting.
August 15, this time, the bright moon was in the sky yesterday, and it was fascinating. In the past, I meditated, but today, I am swaying, and the joys and sorrows are heartbreaking.
Sit in the clouds and listen to the dust, and endure the ups and downs to Kunlun. Gone with the wind, the bodhisattva gave birth to me to fix the truth.
Natural mountain vegetation, eagle dog in front of the door, cloud mud or not, naturally.
It can be archaeology or the present, ask the right person, be romantic and full of enthusiasm.
The sky is unpredictable, the earth is unpredictable, the tiger hides the violence, and people are sinister.
The sea is calm and floating, and the raging waves beat against the coast. It's easier to drop five mountains than to fill three rivers.
Don't expect the temple to become famous, the rivers and lakes are far from sad. Since ancient times, fame has been taken immediately. Why not run with the bulls?
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