The unvoiced strings are in the middle of the strings, one thought is one heart string, one string is one mind Zen, please listen attentively and listen carefully to the unvoiced strings.
The unvoiced first string, one thought and one mind in Zen, tapping lightly with my fingertips, touches my heart, the edge of my heart, Zen is like a quiet string playing silently, and at the gentle bends, the sea of ??my heart is slightly rippled.
The voiceless second string, the voiceless water tone winds around the ring, like dew flowers in the morning, rain and dust smoke in the evening, leisurely mood, holding a jade plate filled with ice and snow, in the poems and notes, I never tire of the joy.
The unvoiced third string, the string string reminds me of my old age, lingering and affectionate. Look, the bright moon in front of the building is drunk with lotus flowers, longing for lovesickness, and the string is leaning in front of the building.
The unvoiced fourth string, the dream is connected with the heart, the strings are filled with tears, the words are difficult to connect, the dream is in vain, the dream of love is in vain, in the clear night, the love is entangled
Unvoiced The fifth string, since ancient times, things have been difficult to solve. I am in the bustling city, but my heart is in Nanshan. Promise me, every ray of heartbreak and ray of joy, as long as I get it, the past is like smoke.
The unvoiced sixth string, one string after another, has an extraordinary rhyme. There are strings within the strings. Listen carefully, and the affectionate strands fall on your fingertips. The meaning is in your heart.
The voiceless seventh string, the strings move the heartstrings, full of emotions, the green fingers are slender and lingering, I asked you how many strings there are, just like that, the clear strings of the river.
The voiceless eighth string, the world of mortals misses the fate of Zen, the strings are drawn towards the evening, the Buddha has been chanting for a long time, who would wish to sit with the blue lamp withered and spend the rest of his life, in the blink of an eye, the sun is setting on the west mountain.
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