Sheep cry

A woman who walked away left a monument without words.

The immortal soul is still in the lush hometown of Zhao Tianshan.

Create a word that matches your noble heart.

How many people understand that you are the brightest star in the bright sky.

Changwangtai

This observatory, which can see the route clearly, puts

There is a winding mountain road on the left.

Rape flowers, trees, cottages, northern Sichuan that the queen is familiar with.

Living in front of our eyes again, the other is profound.

The proposition of life is hidden between Lin Mang, 800 miles away.

The Tian Tian Tiangong car is misty.

All elegance has rolled into dust and mud.

The remaining pear trees and wild cherries bloom later.

Waiting for a person

Waiting for her affectionate eyes to look back.

fan tian si

The Buddha will never lack a place to live. These rebuilt temples.

It is the symbol of the lost people in later generations and was born in the lotus.

Brahma came to our Zhao Tian with his ten sons.

The water in his coconut shell will never run out, not a drop.

This is an ocean, and this is all life in this wilderness.

His scepter hand can instantly turn all this into ashes.

Remove your powerful hand and use your magical boundless hand.

Touch our beards and let our aging time be young from now on.

Let your hand rest in the rosary, leaving a steady stream of youth for us.

Tingtaoshi

Song Tao's gentle words and the hearty laughter of the sun.

Reach my heart, and then slowly spread to the hillside valley.

More jubilant than those reborn spring leaves.

I have danced my dark wings and kissed your gorgeous youth.

Accompanied by us, there is this old stone around us.

A hermit in a previous life or a woman waiting for love?

Only experienced old wind knows this, and there are countless white hairs.

Wrinkles are sent to us who come from the east, west, north and south of the mountain.

The white hair and wrinkles we find must be given to stupid time.

Finally, we will announce how many days and nights we spent together.

But who knows, in this hurried spring.

On this mountain, we have been in love for 800 years.

recumbent Buddha

Looking at the reading desk from a distance, the mountains came back to life.

Raise the page of spring habits and pay tribute to us.

I am ashamed to be back in this spring, doing nothing.

When I lowered my eyes, I saw the sleeping Buddha under the cliff.

Still lying on a boulder, it may have been three thousand years since the Spring and Autumn Period.

What kind of sigh should it have in its heart at this time?

Next year and the year after, dear.

We may all be able to come here again, but we

After all, we can't wait for the day when the Buddha wakes up. We are in this life.

What about all the problems that need to be pointed out by God? Where is it?

And this youth that never returns, can you sleep well on this mountain?

When the next reincarnation comes, we will retrieve it directly from the Buddha's arms.

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