The passage of time should be a time of good times and good scenery. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them?
The blue sky above and the yellow spring below, both places are nowhere to be seen
Trying the lamp is boring, walking in the snow is not in the mood
Looking back with the word "Yan", I have already passed the River of Forgetfulness, The man who plays the piano is full of tears
Even if he raises his eyebrows to raise the case, it is difficult to reconcile his feelings
When will he return to his hometown and laugh with her
A kind of lovesickness, I am worried about two places, I just lowered my brows, but it came to my heart
I rested alone high in the Mingyue Tower, and the wine turned into tears of lovesickness
Three thousand prosperity, in a blink of an eye, a hundred years later, Just a handful of yellow sand
A white head in youth, but a fleeting life
Don't love the glitz of the world, don't write about the chaos of the world, don't lament the desolation of the world, don't arouse feelings and sorrow. Watch the flowers bloom, wait for the flowers to fall, know the warmth and coldness, and be as clean as the beginning
I knew each other back then and never heard back, sighing that the years are like flowing water
As soon as a thought arises, the end of the world is so close; as soon as a thought disappears, So close to the end of the world.
I have obtained both the Dharma and the Dharma in the world, and I will live up to the Tathagata and your Majesty. I hope you will adopt it