Even the palace is in chaos, and the mountains and rivers in Qin Jin are empty;
The pen is high and the silver watch is high, and the flower gate is buried in the tomb.
One after another, the separatist regimes are now at peace and want to defeat the enemy.
Brew tea gently handed a cigarette in the temple, and the abbot meditated lazily.
Half of the names are empty, and three generations of Shankar are karma;
It's no problem to take the precious tree, and the lotus will listen to nature.
I want to visit Tathagata and get rid of my troubles.
At the end of the day in Xunfeng Town, Cuiwei was sent directly at sunset.
Wild birds are scrambling to stay in the forest, and residual clouds are still flying by the horse's head:
The way of a thousand rocks is always cool and funny.
The pine orchard is far away, and the vine is away from the old monk.
A mirror dimly goes out to sea, and the mountain bell strikes before cooking in the morning.
Huang Liang's dream is now felt, and Akagi Xiongguan has passed;
Yuan Hao imperial secretary was surprised, and Alan Temple guest wrote poems.
Occasionally, under the shade of pine trees, tea and wine are ripe.
The bell of Shenshan Temple rang again, and swimming to Yunfeng was the heaviest.
Road into the Zen forest, pigeons, pine forest absolutely want to fly;
Distinguish between meals and inscriptions.
Zhuo Wu smokes light tea, and the bed leans against the shade.
Walking into the sky at dusk, Bayeux fragrant wind said Buddhist scriptures.
If there are monks in the Buddhist temple, they will leave, but there are no guests at the mountain gate.
The sound of pine springs is clear, and the clouds and trees are faint to distinguish the stars.
A few times, the idle stage bamboo is exposed in the east.