I don't know what I'm doing, but I'm passionate about it. what can I do? I am as beautiful as flowers and jade, and finally I get lost, like water passing by.
When I hold your sleeve and your hand, my life will be given to you. I will live and die.
If you can be happy and stable in this life, who wants to be displaced?
Plum tree in front of Bai Yutang,
For who? For who?
Only the spring breeze cherishes each other the most,
Come back once a year.
A bridge is called helplessness;
A river, called Forgetting River.
On the banks of Sansheng Stone, Iraqis are still there.
I am willing to accompany you to laugh three thousand times and leave without regrets;
Remembering beauty as jade, sword as rainbow, breaking vanity;
Unfortunately, Hong Fei has tried his best to worry about every word, and it is hard to think about it.
Between the flowers and the moon.
He smiled and drank Meng Po soup.
She doesn't cry for beauty!
And the rain is invincible, and the world is worried.
If there is an afterlife, it will be a beautiful city for you.
There is no shore on the other side of the flower.
The soul is still in Sichuan,
I don't know the smell of smoke when I'm drunk,
The lights in the dream are faintly cold.
Flowers and leaves don't meet for thousands of years,
Fate is dancing and moving,
Flowers can't explain words, flowers instantly,
The Buddha crossed my heart and sighed. -Manzhu Shahua
Once, holding your hand and talking to Zicheng were just floating smoke;
Once, life and death were rich, and I grew old with my son, but it was fruitless;
Deep in the world of mortals, I was robbed and taken away, but my heart was already scarred;
Within the three realms, who did you cross, who shed tears, and mistakenly believed in the upper edge of Sansheng Stone.
That night, I listened to Sanskrit singing all night, not to understand, but to find a trace of your breath.
That January, I turned all the chakras not to cross over, but to touch your fingerprints.
That year, I kowtowed and held dust, not to worship Buddha, but to stick to your gentleness.
At that time, I traveled all over the mountains, not for the afterlife, but to meet you on the road.