Chapter 65438 +0: Qinghe fleeting time is like a song.
Heqing Qinghe
Time flies like a song.
I'm covered in dust.
With the breath of hometown, just to be close.
Listen to your flowing melody
Wandering eyes
The distant depths of withered yellow willows
I'll never see your elegant footprints again.
And the laughter of childhood.
As white as a leaf.
Drifting in the depths of the years
Can't smell a breath
Heqing Qinghe
You are full of my childlike innocence.
Write your elegant melody as always.
I have turned back from drifting.
I saw my parents' frost dye my head.
That face is deeply vicissitudes.
Sigh about the wasted time.
The cold air makes it difficult for my lips and teeth to open.
The oppression of fate
Live with dignity
I lost so much.
How many times late at night
I feel the pain and tears of my soul.
But anyway,
I still need to work hard to move forward.
I don't care about those obstacles as much as you do.
Although Qingshan Hengduan
Despite the twists and turns
Always have a look.
The width of the river and the depth of the sea.
Heqing Qinghe
Gently lift your cool and soft water.
Apply to the face
Relive that eternal feeling again.
but I ...
Will say goodbye to you again
In the direction of the rising sun.
please
Give me a bay of years and make it a song.
My hometown is full of blessings.
Chapter Two: Flower Language
I went to the Buddha to solve my doubts.
-How did the flowers come out?
Buddha incarnates me.
Orchids on Mount Putuo
Under this thousand-year-old tree
On the overlapping years
The wind blows, but it doesn't fall
Rain, don't hide.
Looking at the vast sea quietly.
-The sun rises.-The sun sets
Be in an extreme situation
Wait, wait, wait
Full moon and full wheel period
I am eagerly looking forward to it.
When I was about to fall asleep
Suddenly, there was a heartbreaking pain in my body.
When you suffer.
The branches are clearly visible.
reveal
The bright flowers of Lanfang incense
Chapter three: Zen under the plane tree
Deficiency of liver and Kun
Wutongshushang
Green palm leaves-much like Buddha's hands.
But it is so quiet and peaceful that it spreads in the Vatican air.
Raise long dust
Only when the wind blows.
What I can see is the youth buried by the years.
Hurriedly enlighten passers-by
-Youth is fleeting.
Cover the hot sun
Only when the sun shines.
What I know is my vigorous development efforts.
Give an interpretation of depressed life.
-Causality
Clouds are floating in groups.
Only when it rains.
All I can see is my tearful raindrop marks.
Wash away all struggles.
-Chen Yi's old grievances
Go through a fire
-Wind-Sun-Rain
Tall buttonwood
-wither-dry-collapse.
At the exit of the bustling ruins
Xiaowutongshu
-Let's go.
Chapter Four: The Sorrow of the Moon
Tonight, the moon enters an infinite lazy dream.
Like a beautiful woman lying on an overlapping mattress,
Feel free to use her hand before going to bed.
Gently stroke your outline,
Like an avalanche on the soft satin back,
The moon is about to faint,
Her eyes looked at it like a hundred flowers in full bloom.
A white illusion hovered in the blue sky.
Sometimes, when she feels lazy and has nothing to do,
Drop a silent tear on the earth,
A devout poet, a person who hates sleeping,
Treat this drop like an opal.
Pale tears are shining red in your palm,
Put it in his heart far away from the eyes of the sun.
Chapter 5: Flowering Trees
How to let you meet me,
In my most beautiful moment.
To this end,
I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.
Praying for Buddha made us have a dusty relationship.
So the Buddha turned me into a tree,
Grow up in the way you must go.
In the sunshine,
Carefully full of flowers,
Blossoming is my hope in my previous life.
When you get close,
Please listen carefully,
Trembling leaves,
This is the passion I am waiting for.
When you finally ignore it,
Fell all over the floor behind you,
Friends!
That's not a petal,
That's my withered heart.